Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-09-25

with a catch in her voice. and lean
Ing her head upon one hand she began
to tear at some foxtails 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,
SO she decided on neither. Hurt and
dissapp = she finally turned and
rushed blindly up the hill again, where
she flung herself down by the side of
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. Il ~
What's the trouble, kiddie Z? .
mans voice asked suddenly.
Pee Wee sat up. one curl IN her
mouth .;s,. 81 i53 Il
I'm lonesome" she explained s
$50 am l." he announced gravely.
Il want some one to help me bury
this the mouse was produced.
"O-ho," he said. Il see. Well. will ]
DOR ~ Il. ,'5.
Pee Wee rose 1T once and took him
Itrustfully by the hand, while q smile
foughttits way across her damp face.
"Hm.hm. You be minister" she
said coyly.
s'Well. But-erwhat religion did
the mouse profess before he passed
into the Crest Beyond!''
She stared at him uncomprehend-
ingly. i. 3..s
Il mean, where has his soul gomez"
he elucidated. y q f4.55l
Pee Wee specialized. "A great
orange butterfly lunged 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. /. s5 X n Ar.
Il see" he remarked seriously.
During this time Pee Wee was lead
Ing him toward the girlin 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 tuner
al now! I'll let you be chief mourner
If you want" Il. s,i.5; I'D 1
| The girl looked up, and the man
looked down. Her eyes were red
from crying, and his had weary cir
cles under them. I.
%"Oh," they both spoke at. once, and
she stinened. u
81 thought mean, have been
chief mourner," he said confusedly.
No, you're minister said Pee
Wee. Come on with the funeral"
Il don't think mean. its too
late, for . funeral. said the girl. turn.
Ing away listlessly.
Suddenly the man dropped Pee
Wees hand and bent over the girl.
talking fast. and. to Pee Wee, unin-
telligibly. ;51 Y. r5
TT isn't isn't" he insisted. Then
they ignored Pee Wee entirely.
Are you going to have = funeral or
aren't your" Pee Wee demanded
Grossly, 0Iter iperlOO OF stra1n. 8&
The man turned to her.
mo, we're going to have q resur-
rection;' and he helped tho girl to
her feet.
Pee Wee was deeply cut at his
treachery. But somehow this time a
steely pride supported her. She set
her chin and shook out her curls.
..All right" she said, all right"
When she had put . few steps be-
4 tween herself and them. she said
again: "All right. But you can't
have my mouse in your resurrection"
Then she dropped It into q creyice
Of two rocks and went back to the
hotel to beg q cookie OF the China
man, leaving the lovers to their resur-
1 rection and the foxtails to the wind.