The Hays free press. [volume] (Hays, Kan.) 1908-1924, 1912-10-05

PIease come. You needn't do any
thing but lwatch me-"
I'm lonesome, too" said the girl
with catch in her voice, and lean
ing her head upon one hand she began
to tear at some foxtails with the other.
We'll, come on then" Pee Wee
urged with logical conviction. But
the girl shook her head and silently
bent lower.
The silence grated on Pee Wees
restless little nerves. She could not
choose between pleading and raging,
so she decided on neither. Hurt and
| disappointed, she finally turned and
rushed blindly up the hill again, where
she flung herself down by the side of a
rock and shed a few acrid tears. Aft
er more refused to come she lay kick
ing her heels in fierce meditation on
the whyness of rocks and winds and
mice and mothers.
What's the trouble, kiddie?" a.
mans voice asked suddenly.
Pee Wee sat up, one curl in her
mouth
I'm lonesome. :'sshe explained.
$50 am. T. he announced graKely.
Il want some one to help me bury
this'-and the mouse was produced.
Ohio" he said, Il see Well, will
do?"
Pee Wee rose at once and took him
trustfully by the hand. while a smile
fought its way across. her damp face.
'Hm-hm. You be minister" she
said coyly.
We'll. But-er-what religion did
the mouse profess before he passed
into the Great Beyond?"
She stared at him Incompetence
ingly.
Il mean. where has his soul gomez
| he elucidated.
/ Pee Wee specuIated. A great
orange butterfly Iunged by, striving
against the wind. With inspiration
Pee Wee waved her fingers toward it.
That's his soul. It hasn't gone any
/ place yet. He died just today, you
know" she beamed
! Il see" he remarked seriously.
During this time Pee Wee was lead
/ ing him toward the girl in blue. With
feminine barbarism she wished to ex-
/ hibit her capture. Perhaps even the
girl in blue might be moved to join
| them and increase the pageantry of
! the occasion. Before the man had
| seen the girl they were upon her, and
Pee Wee asked Patronizingly:
/ Would you like to be at my funer-
al now? III let you be chief mourner
If you want"
The girl looked up, and the man
| looked down. Her eyes were red
| from crying, and his had weary cir
cles under them.
oh" they both spoke at once, and
she stiffened
81 thought mean. I have been
chief mourner," he said confusedly.
mo, you're minister" said Pee
Wee. Come on with the funeral"
Il don't Think mean. it's too
late for a funeral" said the girl, turn
ing away hstIessly a
Suddenly the man dropped Pee
Wees hand and bent over the girl
talking fast, and, to Pee. Wee, unin-
teIligibIy.
ct isn't-ft isn't he insisted Then
they ignored Pee Wee entirely.
Are you going to have a funeral or
aren't you?" Pee Wee demanded
GROSSLY, after a period of strain.
The man turned to her.
mo, we're going to have a resur
rection;" and he helped the girl to
her feet.
Pee Wee was deeply cut at his
treachery. But somehow this time q
steeIy pride supported her. She set
her chin and shook out her curls.
All right" she said, 'all right.
When she had PITT a few steps be
tween herself and them, she said
again: All right But you can't
have my mouse in your resurrection
Then she dropped it into crevice
of two rocks and went back to the
hotel to beg a cookie of the China
man, leaving the lovers to their resur
rection and the foxtails to the wind.