The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1910-10-14
Clever
Little Reginald

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The story of Little Miss Munett. Mrs.
Flyte hurried forward into the second
Ear.
There she found two small boys,
watched by their admiring parents.
playing tag in the aisle. Bag in hand.
she succeeded in lodging the combat
ants and sought a third car.
AS there were no children visible In
hat a she dropped gratefully into q
seat in front of which a bunch of very
artificial ringlets was nodding afirmar
lion to the voluble %outpouring OF tho
r of a chantecler hat.
1t was not that Mrs. Flyte disliked
children. Far from 1t! She owned no
houses for rem and she looked back
lpon the time when her own young
sters were around the house as the
aappiest period Of her life. But. during
The week which she had just passed
With her niece she had become strong
" convinced that 1t is possible for a
child to be too much in the foreground
II the domestic scene.
Elaine Is, Of course. a dear child"
she said to herself, "but | wish her
.ather and mother could manage, 0c-
:asionally, to talk about something BE-
sides her sayings and doings. sup
pose 1 tried to tell stories about my
own when they were little. but then
hey were really rather unusual chill
lren. Why. Edith walked when sha
a only eleven months old and Z
ion't believe there ever was another
child who said as many bright things
Is Henry did. But Elaine is really
7ery ordinary and I'm positively sick
ind tired Of hearing about her"
Mrs. Flyte's reflections were inter-
:upted by the voice of the woman with
he chantecler hat.
Dear little Reginald" said the wom-
IN, will be so lonely! I really ought
o have taken an earlier train"
Il wish she had" groaned Mrs. Flyta
nwardly, IF she's going to sit there
Ind talk about dear little Reginald"
Evidently, she was. for she contln-
leu. 1Ou "Ouluu I Ucllctc HOW muUk4
lie misses me! Why, the other night
. was home an hour late and the tears
actually stood in his eyes when ho
an to meet me. He has such lovely
eyes, and they r such an unusual
color. l noticed last night that HIS
,yes are exactly the color of minel
md I've often been told mine were
rory unusual-brown. yes. but thla
rery particular uncommon shade on
,rown-I don't know exactly what yoR
would call 1t. Isn't 1t lovely that dar-
ing Reginald's eyes should be exact
y that same peculiar and unusual
,hade?"
The wearer of the chantecler hat
alked. apparently, without effort. Her
roice rushed on, like a high power au-
;omobile, throwing out a cloud Of
words which drifted over the back Of
he seat. 1t was Reginald's a%blutiona
which came in next for discussion.
you just ought to see him take his
,ath. He grows stronger every day,
do believe!"
Mrs. Flyte had a distinct remem-
franc that her children had been reg
llarly and properly bathed during
heir infancy, but their baths had
never taken on the form of a public
ceremonial. She had been an unwilling
witness to Elaine's bath every
morning during her visit. a~ttendanos
1t this function being, If not compul-
,ory, at least obligatory on all within
he call Of Elaine's admiring mother.
did you ever see the dear little red
sweater we gave him on his birth
iay?" the voice went IN. He's 90
proud of it-yes, he was three yeara
I'D the tw%enty-third of March-and
he'll run and get it every time I put
IN my hat to take him out. He isn.d
willing to go a step without It, even
low that it is so warm. l suppose he'll
insist upon wearing 1t all summer. We
aad his picture taken in it the other
lay. oh, you must e his picturesN
I've some Of them here in my bag"
The chantecler hat and the bunch Of
artificial ringlets bent close over thu
photographs while Mrs. Flyte closed
ler eyes upon visions of Elaine photo,
yraphed in every possible and impossk
sic position-Elaine asleep and awake:
elaine dressed and undressed; Elaine
crying and smiling; Elaine, in short
in every imaginable phase of her exl
lstence from the day of her birth Ia
The present time, and each s~ucceedine
representation. according to Elaine,a
mother, just a little more worthy az
one's choicest adjectives than any oe
The others.
The train stopped. There was q
movement In the next seat and Mrs.
F1yte opened her eyes to see thu
chantecler hat and the bunch of aru.
1cial ringlets disappear through the
doorway.
AS the train started onward she no.
ticed something on the floor. One %
little Reginald's photographs had
slipped through at the back of the
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