Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-09-11
DoRoTHY,s GENEROSITY.

Vim SIoP.
Dorothy had just received needed
spanking from her nurse. Besides, an
hour before, her brother Phillip had
said Grossly that she was selfish
little girl. And after 1t all Gladys
Isabelle had failed to sympathize with
her. Dorothy cried in veXation.
After time, when more tears would
not come, the little girl began to
feel sorry for poor, neglected Gladys
Isabelle She picked her up from
where she lay on the hard step. It
occurred to Dorothy that there might
be CONTEXT at the stables, where work
men were building an addition.
There she found man in over
aus mixing mortar in a long box. Dor
othy soon forgot her troubles.
Hello, SIS" said the man to Doro-
thy, as she stood gazing at the sea OF
llme and sand and water.
Hello' she answered; but my
name is Dorothy.
'Ho, no, 1t is, is it! Well, that's
a pretty name for a little girl.
lhiilA So, too' sald Dorothy, po-
htely. she decided that the one IN
the mortar-bespattered overalls was a
nice man. She watched him with new
interest
me man was smoking black clay
pipe Dorothy wondered why he did
not smoke pipe like Pills. She had
Almost decided to ask MIN, nut she
wanted to do 1t SO as not to appear
rude.
the man knocked the ashes from
his black clay pipe, then reflled it
from soiled white bag.
DO you like to smoker" asked Dor
othy.
Indeed an do" said the man.
Phil smokes; but you don't smoke
pipe like PhiPs. Why don't you?
Phil is my brother; he is home from
College. His pipes turn down and curl
up, and some have silver on them"
Dorothy suddenly took great pride
IN telling of Pills possessions.
well. You see" the man said slow.
ly. Il amt a college chap and can't
afford pipes that curl"
ooh" said Dorothy solemnly. She
felt very sorry for him, and thought
him very brave to be satisfied with
such bad-smelling pipe.
She thought it over carefully. Then
an idea came to her. She ran into
the house.
In her brothers room she looked
over the pipes on the table beside the
funny brown tobacco jar. Then she
looked over the pipes in the rack that
hung on the wall above. AT length
she chose one from the table. 1t was
brown and old. She was sure that
Phil could not care much for 1t.
Among her own things was a
creamy white box with a picture on
the cover. In the box was Gladys
lsabelle's best velvet hat. The hat
was disposed of ruthlessly. The box
held the pipe snugly.
Later, when there was no one look.
ing, she laid the package on the bench
where the man had lett his coat and
Slipped beneath she had written, with
mach labor: For the mortar man. !"
Two mornings later Phil came
storming down the stairs. II can't
find my meerschaum pipe" he said,
for all the house to hear.
pills mother searched his room
again. Nearly all the family had
joined in looking for the pipe when
Dorothy appeared
"Oh, Phil, took it," stammered
Dorothy
"You!" gasped Phil.
Il gave it to the mortar man. He
was SO poor he had to smoke black,
smelly clay pipe l took an old one,
Phil, Il"
Her brother was gazing at her,
open-eyed.
There, there, Dorothy" he said, for
her lips were quivering. You're gen.
erous little girl, after all. But remem
Der, old pipes. like old friends, are
best. Susan Louise Davis, in the
Pittsburg Press.
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| Hal OF THE CANDY HORSE.
A number of years ago a little girl
VINO was spending summer at the
seashore growing brown and merry
and fat playing on the sand and bath
ing in the ocean. heard of the great
heat in the cities and of how much
suffering 1t was causing man and
beast. A fair was held by the grown
people at the largest hotel IN the
beach, and quite sum OF money was
raised which was sent to relieve the
suffering poor and to buy ice for those
who helped were IN need OF 1t and
who could not buy it for themselves
OF all the people who helped with
the fair, the little girl was the only
one who remembered the suffering
beasts. A plan to help them had en-
tered her small head. 1t was moth
ing more nor less than the collecting
of money to buy bathing hats for the
horses in the cities. Not that she ex
pected the horses would need then
to go in bathing, but to protect theil
poor heads from the burning rays o