The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-12-01
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story So begged little G ace Adams
of her mother. The clock had struck
eight and it was the hour Tor Oracle
to go to bed.
"Very well, dearie," promised Mrs,
Adams. What sort of story do you
want?"
Il like fairy stories best, mamma"
replied Oracle.
Then, as soon as Oracle was in te.'
little white nightie, she snuggled c.osA
beside her mamma in big sleepy
hollow, prepared to give close attention
to the goodnight story.
We'll" began Mrs Adams, this
story am about to tell is of a little
girl called Nita, and of her punishment
for being very naughty one time dur
ing her mammals absence. she was
left In the company OF her aged great
grandmother, who was almost blind.
Before her mamma departed from
home she told Nita to be very kind to
old granny, and to perform any lite
errands for the old lady that sle
might wish to have done. Nita PROM
ised to obey; but the very first thing
that granny asked her to do, she pout-
ed and acted very naughtily. And all
granny had asked of her was a cod
drink CT water to be brought from the
spring, which was near to the kitchen
door. But Nita was playing with her
dolls and did not want to take the
time to go to the spring, SO she got
dipper of water from the big wooden
pail which stood On a tench in the
kitchen thus saving herself fiye min.
utes' exertion going to and from the
spring for fresh water. Granny put
the water to her Fps, but, finding it
warm, said she could not drink it.
"Why it's from the spring" declared
Nita, thinking; that she was telling
the whole truth. for, of course the
water had originally come from the
spring but 1t had been in the rail for
some time. But she ynew she was
deceivng her old grandmother There
fore her deception was as wicked as an
outright lie would have been.
Well, 1t cannot be direct from the
spring, child said the poor old lady.
And cannot drink it, thirsty as am.
But shall try to get to the spring IL
you will give me my walking cane.
think it is in the corner"
although Nita felt ashamed ~ w..
ing tried to deceive old granny, she
nevertheless got the old lady's stick
for her. for5she was too anxious to get
and get the water.
AFTER her aged grandmother had
hobbled to the spring for a drink, Nita
sat down on the big back por rch to play
with her dolls. She sat busily sew
ing on a little frock for enc of her
dollies, a pretty pink silk "a remnant
her mamma had bought for the pur-
pose) to be trimmed in white lace AZ.
ter few minutes had passed away she
heard her grandmother's voice calling
to her: 'Nita! Nita, dear! Please
come at once to granny!'
THE old ladys voice being some
what excited and imperative, Nita
threw down her work impatiently and
went slowly into the house to ascer.
tain her grandmother's wants. She's
such a bother she said to herself. oh.
why must an old lady want so much
waiting on? Then, entering her grand
mothers room she asked in rather an
impatient voice: Well, what is it
now, granny"
I feel so faint, child, that want
you to fetch me the camphor bottle.
You'll find 1t en- the top shelf in the
closet of my room. Will you fetch il
quickly, dearie? l am so faint"
"Nita went upstairs, but not as
quickly as she might have done. Took
her time for getting the camphor bet
tie, returned leisurely to her grand
mother, Put the bottle on the table he-
side her and started TO go to her play
again. Please dearie,' said granny
feebly, pour little camphor in that
glass CT watvr there on the table and
hand it to me. 1t was the exerticn CT
going down the steps to the spring
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sudden weakness. Oh, dear child, it Is
so hard to become as feeble as i am.
and to be Obliged to ask other folks to
wait on me- And the poor o,d lady
wiped teardrop from her almost
sightless eye.-
"Nita dropped some camphor into
the glass. roughly handed it to her
grandmother without a single word o.
sympathy and returned Immediately to
her playthings. But to her Surprise
the pink silk frock she had been sew
ing on few minutes before had chang
ed in material and color. There lay
a common cotton thing-fashioned ex-
actly like the silk one, with the needle
stuck into one of the seams just as she
had left 1t on going into the, house to
her northumberland of an ugly
browish COLOR
Why, what does this mean?' asked
Eita Cf herself. And to her surprise
voice answered her:
I am resDOusible for the change, IN