Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1903-05-30

and bees and batteries. All sac
was. for mother did 10; come into
the garden ouch these days. oan
stopped before j tall pink hollyI0cR
ard spoke.
Il don't think this Is such nice
summer as most" she said. Il used :.
say fink once-oh. years and y -
ago when | was ..er-w.te little baby
(, but | say 'therink' now. cause In
most grown up. you see
Then she walkel on again down the
little twisted gravel rath. with her
hands clasped behind her. and he:
brows grave with thought. For SO
,Mm-Daddy used TO walk when he was
having a big "therink."
"BL: it's whole days-'most years
since Man Daddy went away" she
said, stopping beside gray green bush
\pf lavender, land he said good6y so
.asty, he squeezed me So hard that he
urt. and his eyes were angry. and
admit been naughty. at all. Are you
orry. sweet lavender"
She buried her face il the fragrance,
hen trotted on down the little path
till she came to tall fox3iove. She
tilted back her yellow head and gazed
~sfsA the white and red bells with
gravity, her hands still elapsed
id her back
lie day" she said. q lady came
mother. Ii vast was long
line ago. afore you were horned.
.ty ladies what bow. and she tried
kiss me when she WIS going. but
iidn't like her. you see, AID |culdn't
Siss her. and ran in 10 mother. ana
mother wS-s i'll on the ic-get-the
,ed without covers il the drawing
Dom, yoi know. and the lady was
Milling ever so. ard her dress was Is
ing as a new little blby's. and that
as the day Man Daddy weat away"
he bowed gra sely &c The polite fox
s, and trot.ed OF.
ore a group of tall white lilies
topped again. She came closer,
stretching up her arms. pulled one
down and Ibid her soft cheek
st the snowy petals.
fg moment the baby lip quivered.
n Daddy Lowell you the bestest OF
Queen of the Gariea-taat's
he called you. yoS know"
len a cry went UP in the warm.
It air. 81 want Ian Dadiy-oh.
II him so bad"
he little hands were ,:clasped only
be locked together tighter still.
I'm most grown Up. you see.
;pered Baby Joan to the tall white
"and erown-ups don't cry. you
="
left the lilies. and walked on in
d thought. At the end OF the path
be zee red sunshade was tied with
tr to a nail in the wall. Such a
ns while 1t had taken to fix that sun
ade "propelly." but Joan eyed 1t
IDLY now.
Are you ker-wite happy" she said
ng round G. the cl1mbe-ing white
ink convcivrlas behind the lit
asol. Poor muslin ladies'. didn't
Id blow yol dreful?"
she watched a little blue but
Is she nutte-ed about from flow
over, and finally sailed over the
was a buttleAy." she said to
olvulus, Il would soon find
ddss," She sighed. so that Eer
muslin pinafore bosom gave a
cave. Bat then" with another
hit, I'D have to leave mother"
sighed again Mother says
worry, Joan when | ask when
iy's coming home. and ther
me ever so. to make up"
tied on again. with hands be-
back
ian looking from a window
way IN anguish from the small
imitation of Man Daddy.
lily the chubby less twiakled
haste up the garden. across
OF lawn, cut OF me oren gate
road.
go most as fast as a buttle
al Joan. and ~ find Man Dad
the nice pla.e where Fido wa:
shen he was lost. whore there
such heaps and heaps OF dogs
Jw Man Daddy'll be there" with 4;
full chuckle that brought the dim
; laughing to her cheexs. Mother
yer thought of that. | b'lieve il wa:
lilies what put tie therink in my
side"
Along the hot. dusty road. mcetinl
one in this peaceful dinner hour
Dtted, her sanbonnet draSgin;
add and her yellow hair rivallin:
sglowing cornflelds on either side.
In her desire to emulate the butter
she got over the ground at a sur
sing pace. She put all her hear
soul into her endeavor. as she al
did into everything she under
Life to Joan was a deep and al
st thing. She hardly knew tina
short legs were aching. or thu
urls were sticking TO her DAM
brow. BY the time the villag
II hour was over the village wa
Jar behind by Joan's Determines
She began to meet people. an
asked her where she was going
bearning. moist smile and he
MAN Daddy-jus' there" witt
refiager pointing apparent
! of the road or lane, sat
Rut presently Joal
to a great sunflowe
head at her owe
garden. Tt wa