The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1909-06-05
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companion, "she never sees anybody
except the boys from the mines. A fel
low in Ane clothes is something wonder
full to her. Come Blossom, tell the gen.
tleman howdy. Minef Yes indeed. My
own flesh and blood. You re like the
boys at the mines, they swore she WASH 7
mine. But you II not wonder when you
zee the mother. Laughing good hui
moredly, he conducted the stranger into
the house.
The visitors surprise increased Vel
vet carpets, lace and silk curtains. Silk
and leather upholstered furniture, pic
lures on the walls, centuries old busts of
famous men. A piano with the latest
music on the rack. A library stocked
with choice books, classics and the lat
est best sellers.
"My most fastidious, aesthetic friend
receives in no more exquisite apart
ments," the visitors mental comment,
as he sank into an easy chair.
Just make yourself at home, while !
| 90 and look for my wife. Blossom, and
Jocko will entertain you" The miner
went out, leaving the gentleman with the
child, and her playmates.
The child sat on divan, quietly watch
ing the stranger. The monkey climbed
up behind her and stuck his little black
face over her shoulder in an endeavor
to engage her in romp. She was too
deeply interested in the study Of this
new specimen of humanity, to waste time
on monkey, or give thought to poor
Brave, standing outside the door. With
less temerity, and greater politeness than
Jocko, he waited for an invitation to
enter
Tired Of his fruitless attempt to at
tract the attention Of his little mistress,
Jocko determined to entertain himself.
This he did by leaping from sofa to
chairs. from chairs to tables and piano,
scattering books and music in wild con-
fusion.
sJockol Jocko! Mother will shut you
in the dark closet, and III be glad. :
J. The child was startled from Der study
: BY heavy fall, and the tinkling OF
broken ware. The little brute in leap
ing from the piano to tall gothic chair
had knocked large and costly vase from
a bracket. It lay shattered on the floor
The threat awoke no sign of fear J
the culprit. He looked at the debris o.
the floor, then at the little girl, then turn
ing his ugly little head to one side he
shut one eye and looked at the stranger
with the other, as though to say, She Is
!. fooling you. I'm not afraid
' ssDocs mother have to punish Jocko
oftenf, The speaker drew the child to
I his side, and looked admiringly into her
delicate, flower-like face. He could cas-
ily understand why they called her Bios
som.
nYes sir. He is SO bad she shuts
him in the closet, but he whines and begs
80 she lets him out. Mother says if We
we're punished every time we did wrong
b we would suffer all the time. -
n ssThen mother thinks the world very
bad, does shef', The man smiled.
}, ri don't know" the child replied il
s that slow hesitating way peculiar to in
s fancy and partial comprehension o.
y ideas. "I heard her tell Jocko, that il
:. it was true bout the wages of sin ant
" death, that his head would come off.
I know she thinks Jocko is bad, but he
not the world.
emo, but a very fair imitation o
many who compose the world.o TIL
Il visitor looked at the little brute, no,
on the floor, his head turned to one side
Id one eye closed, as if listening to the cor
versation, no sign of contrition on hi
ugly visage. Nodding his head he leere
wickedly at the stranger from beneat
q the red cap, pulled low over his eyes, a
=. !, f to say, Il know you're talking abou
!. ne, but 1 don't care.'' He crept up I
q e he ruins, wrought by his michief, toucl
n ed them with his paw, then, still on mil
ar chief bent, crawled to the door, and b.
is gan striking at Brave, still waiting on
b. side.
re "Come in Brave. Mother would ratl
H. er have you in the parlor, than Jocko, he
30 bad mannered.' Then to the visito
- Mother says that she thinks, sometime
bad hammered people are the kindest,
she keeps Jocko and is sorry for him.
"What manner of woman is this wi
i reads Shakespeare plays, Beethoven, al
teaches her child of tender years philo
he ophy, and yet is married to that homes
he great hearted boorf"
ia The question put to that great unknov
ne whom we all address when we wond
eu about things to us incomprehensible, W
n answered by the return of the miner, q
IS. companied by his wife.
III. The visitor g face was study, when
lie rose in acknowledgement of the init
ne duction. The color came and went ra
- idly. A strange light, almost of recc
ba milton, one would have thought. leaped
ITO his large blue ewes An ejaculation