The Southern herald., 1912-10-11

nasty mouse
Mono" breathed Pee Wee. I'm
going TO bury II. You come kslR me"
Bury It? Why. how disgusting"
the girl exclaimed You're not nor
nal, child"
t mattered not TO Pee Wee that
she was unseQuai7ted with her mega
tive quality. She accepted its alb
senee Notwithstanding.
NO, but I'm lonesome" she walled.
please come. You needn't do any
thing but watch me"
I'm lonesome, too" said the girl
with a catch in her voice. and lean
Ing her head upon one hand she began
TO tear at some foxtalls with the other.
well, 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,
50 she decided on neither. Hurt and
disappointed, she finally turned and
rushed bllndly up the hill again, where
she flung herself down by the side of a
rock and shed a few aerid 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.
whats the trouble, kiddie:" .
mans voice asked suddenly.
Pee Wee sat up, one curl in her
mouth.
I'm lonesome" she explained.
so am ]" he announced gravely.
Il want some one to help me bury
this"-and the mouse was produced
"0-ho," he said. Il see. Well. will
do"
Pee Wee rose at once and took him
trustfully by the hand. while smile
fought its way across her damp face
"Hm-hm. You be minister" she
said coyly.
well But-er-what religion did
the mouse profess before he passed
into the Great Bsyond?"
She stared at him uncomprehend
ingly.
Il mean, where has his soul gomez
he elucldated
Pee Wee speculated. A grea
orange butterfly luBged by, striving
against the wind With inspiration
Pee Wee waved her fingers toward II
That's his soul, 1t hasn't gone an.
place yet. He died just today, yol
know" she beamed.
81 see," he remarked seriously.
During this time Pee Wee was lead
ing him toward the girl in blue. Wit
feminine barbarism she wished to eI
hibt her capture. Perhaps even tn
girl in blue might be moved to joi
them and increase the pageantry o
the occasion Before the man ha
seen the girl they we're upon her, an
Pee Wee asked patronizlngly:
Would you like to be at my funei
al now? I'll let you be chief mourne
II you want"
The girl looked up. and the ma
looked down. Her eyes were re
from crying, and his had weary eli
cles under them.
"Oh," they both spoke at once, an
she stlffened
Il thought mean, l have bee
chief mourner," he said confusedly.
mo. you're minister" said Pc
Wee. "Come on with the funeral"
IL don't think-I mean it's to
late for funeral" said the girl, turl
ing away listlessly.
Suddenly the man dropped PC
Wees hand and bent over the gil
talking fast, and, to Pee Wee, uni
telligibly.
ut isn't-it isn't" he insisted. The
they ignored Pee Wee entirely.
Are you going to have funeral I
: aren't you?" Pee Wee demandt
| Grossly, after a period of strain.
4 The man turned to her.
n "No, we're going to have a resi-
rection;" and he helped the girl
8 her feet.
g Pee Wee was deeply cut at h
s treachery. But somehow this time
L steely pride supported her. She s
0 her chin and shook out her curls.
s "All right" she said, "all right"
j. When she had put few steps /
't tween herself and them, she sa
8 hagain: "All right. But you cal
+ have my mouse in your resurrection
= Then she dropped it into crew
K Of two rocks and went back to t
u hotel to beg a cookie Of the ChiT
, man. leaving the lovers to their resi-
q rection and the foxtails to the wind,
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