Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1905-12-15
''BETTY"

60 ETY. sat on her little high
liz backed chair in the nursery hug
49, cling Angelina in her arms. The
scorching July sun shone through the
open window on to the child's curly,
dark head, and upon the dolls waxen
face, slowly melting the roses in her
cheeks, and making the brilliant car
mine Of her lips trickle down on either
side Of her chin.
Betty's small head ached. Oh! how
she hated this hot, noisy London,
where carriages were always tearing
through the streets, and the only time
you ever saw a bit of green grass or a
tree was when you went out in the
Park with nurse for your daily airing.
How different it was to the country
the beautiful, cool country, where they
had gone to spend Easter, and which,
to Betty's town-wearied eyes, had
seemed like fairyland.
The door opened suddenly and Dad
dy came into the room. He was in the
ugly, black suit which he always wore
when he went down into the city,
where he made dread and butter"
q and his face looked tired; but how
ever tired he was when he came home,
Betty knew that he would always
come up into the nursery before he
went to dress for dinner, and have a
little chat with her and Angelina.
That was very different to Mummy
Mummy, who did not have to make
bread and butter, but who, neverthe-
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the nursery.
Betty stretched out her arms toward
her father, with a little cry Of delight,
and the man came and sat down on
the old chintz-covered sofa, md tool
her in his arms.
my precious!" he gazed at the baby
face anxiously; you don't look we'll!
Is anything the natter"
Betty leaned her head against his
shoulder with a little sigh.
Il fink" she answered slowly, tits
because Tse so hot, and the carriages
in the street make such a noise-my
head aches. Oh, daddyv'-
she looked up at him appealingly-"I
wish I could go into the country
again!"
Daddy sighed.
Il wish l could take you, my pre-
cious, but l can't. 1 must stay here
and do my work, or there will be no
bread and butter for you and Mummy.
But perhaps Mummy will take you"
The door swung pen again, and
this time Mummy came in-Mummy,
respondent in a white satin gown
sewn with diamonds, and with dia-
monds cleaning in her golden hair.
She looked at Betty, then at her hus-
band, and frowned.
II thought I should find you here,
Gerald" she said. II suppose you
know that 1 am giving a dance to-
night? Perhaps it would be as well'-
she swept a glance of scorn over his
dusty coat-"1f you went to DRESS"
II came up to see Betty" the man
returned, simply. 1.-THE child is not
well, E%veline; she seems to me to have
q kind Of low fever. Don't you think
we ought to put of this dance? There
is time now to send off wires"
Betty's mother frowned again.
REALLY, Gerald, you must be mad!
Betty is only a little run down by the
heat"
"She's more than that, Eveline, she
IL really Ill. I can't get away just
now, with this big case on at the
courts, but couldn't you manage to run
down to the country with her for a
week or two?"
what! In the middle of the sea-
son? Certainly not"
Betty heard the swish Of a satin
skirt across the floor, and the door
bang. Mummy had gone; she never
stayed long.
The tired look on the mans face
d%eepened, and a hardness came into
his eyes. Betty's mouth quivered, and
two tears rolled down her cheeks. It
was unkind to Daddy. and Mummy
was often unkind lately-she could not
think why, as Daddy as SO very nice;
much nicer than Sir Charles Pengel-
lis, that ugly, black-bearded gentleman
who always came to dine with Num-
my when Daddy was out, and whom
Mummy always seemed to like SO
much.
Betty looked up into her fathers
face. why is Mummy so unkipd to
your" she said, softly; doesn't she
love you?"
"No, dear, I suppose not"
The mans voice broke in a kind OF
Z sob. Betty sighed. Poor Daddy
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