The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-11-25
VIE thc poIIa went to school.

Why the Dolls Went TO School.
The family of dolls were silently
contemplating their young mistress at
her nursery tea when Miss Fanchon,
the Partisan beauty, began rolling her
eyes at the Observation-Disclosures
bash, as the Indian dell was called.
The Young Brave returned the glance
with interest, and Miss Fanchon
whispered:
DO you know, l think she seems
disconsolate tonight?"
When the dolls said 'she" they al
ways meant Mary Marcella, their little
mistress, SO the Young Brayeof-the-
Wabash looked ever at Mary Marcella
and grunted as intelligently as a brave
might co.
IAN affair of the hearth" questioned
the sentimental German gentleman
doll, who reclined in an attitude OF
careless ease on the heath rug.
He, he, he" laughed the Dinah doll,
whose duty it was to sit beside the
infant in long clothes.
Just then Marcella finished her tea
and came over to where the dolls were
gathered. 81 suppose | must begin
packing you away" she said, looking
sadly at the dolls She picked up
Miss Fanchon tenderly, and two
large, round tears rolled down her
cheeks.
yes she continued, 81 must pack
you away forever, for | am going to
boardingschool, and one is net sup
posed to take dolls to boardingschOol.
The speeches. agony with which the
dolls suffered at this revelation will
perhaps never be understood. Dinah
fell out of her chair in faint, the in
FAINT uttered shrek, and Fanchon
forgot for once to roll her eyes and
shut them instead.
But the india rubber doll took no
part in their demonstrations, for he
had rolled into the passage on an ex-
ploring expedition, and was just in the
path or Marcella's papa and his guests
when they passed on their way to the
laboratory, where Marcella's papa
worked out all manner Of wonderful
things, which were so far ahead of
the times that he forgot all about the
present. Although he stumbled over
the rubber doll, he would have passed
it by had it not squeaked loudly and
bounced very high when the professor
took his foot away.
Even professor can not help being
a trifle disturbed at such demonstra-
ton.
"This must be one of Marcella's
dolls" he said, as he picked the rub
Der doll up, and the remark seemed to
recall something to his mind, for he
added rather abruptly to the younger
professor, who was with him:
my little daughter, you know, she's
going away to boarding school in q
day or two I'll leave this to the
nursery" He was so much aroused by
the rubber doll, which continued to
squeak even after it had been picked
up, that he actually noticed, while he
was handling the doll to Mary Car
celia, that she had been crying.
why, what is the matter?" he
asked, and he looked in puzzled
way at the large packing case and the
dolls on the hearth rug "Are you
packing your dolls to take to boarding
SCHOOL,"
NO." said Marcella, bravely. "They
are not going. Great Aunt Caroline
says that one is not expected to take
dolls to boarding school. They
make ones room so disorderly."
but, perhaps" suggested Marcella's
papa, who was just as clever about
dolls as about anything else when he
was once aroused to the sense of their
paramount Importance, boarding
schools have changed since Aunt
Caroline's day. / am quite certain the
one to which you are going will not
object to dolls"
And when, a few days later, Mar
celia and her belongings were re-
ceived at the boarding school her papa
was particular about peculiar-look
ing frame box, out of which there
emerged the entire family of dolls and
a most commodious doll mansion,
which exactly fitted into corner of
Mary Marcella's small dormitory d.
vision, and in which, at her papa's
request, a particularly elegant apart
ment was reserved for the rubber doll.