The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-12-12

about Wonderland.
Although David has decided to be a
tram conductor, he still takes some
little interest in other walks of life.
Once on the tow-path he asked an old
gentleman who was fishing what he
was fishing for, and got the nice re-
ply: II often wonder" And 1t was on
this path beside the Thames, that one
day last November he made big
friendship. His nurse was passing a
few remarks with a young man who
asked the way to my house, and baby
went ahead pursuing his lawful occa-
sions. Curious to know what IL felt
like to be a real fish, he was stepping
into the river to see about 1t, when
the young man interfered.
Lego my TAIL" said David wrath
fully, then with sudden defiance, II
got my feet wet anyway, SO there!"
That's So" the young man agreed.
Il say" David grew confident.
"Mummie says it's in the paper. so
it's all right"
What's that, sonny?"
"A little boy what went in to see
about some fishes, and that man what
swum and swum, and saw'd his pic
ture in the paper. So now tend you
look de udder way"
why, / can't see nothen."
You can see. The game is for me
to jump in, and you swim"
But l can't swim. I'm a sailor"
"Oh, WEAKLY? Then what's your
manner"
IT'S Billy O'Flyhn."
mo, but that's weakly my guinea
pig, the pink one-Billy O'Flynn.
You're not fairy, Billy?"
why, what does you know about
fairies?"
Most truthfully. you know, don't
believe in fairies, but then it pleases
mummie."
So Billy sat on his heel making
friends with the heaven-born, and
Patsy. the nurse, came behind him,
craving with cotton-gloved hands to
touch the sailors crisp, short, golden
hair, and David gravely tried on the
mans peaked cap.
YES" Billy agreed, fairies is rot
when there's real gals about, with rosy
cheeks a-blushin' an cotton gloves"
"Lawks! 'Ow you sailors does fancy
yourselves" said Patsy, her shy fin
gers drawn by that magnetic gold of
the mans hair.
Climb on my back and ride" said
young O'Flynn to David. 'Tll be
fairy horse"
1.-THE cheek of im!" jeered Patsy,
fairy 'orse indeed"
Oh, surely the fairies we're very
busy about them, Juggling at heart
strings, while Billy and Patsy fell head
over ears in love, and my pet cupid
had them both for slaves. David rode
Billy home, by his august command
straight into my brown study, where
/ sat in my lazy chair.
Was it my voice telling baby to go
and get dry feet? Was it my hand
grasping Billy's horny paw? For i
heard my roaring canyon, saw my
cliffs, my embattled sculptured cliffs,
and once more seemed to walk with
Jesse in Cathedral Grove"
INlaughed, cried. Oh, yes, of
course l made a fool of myself. For
this dear lad came out of Wonderland.
this needless rufian who knew of my
second marriage, who had such tale
to tell of Madame Scotson." oh.
haven't you heard? Her precious
Baby David is illegitimate! Couldn't
| hear my neighbor, Mrs. Pollock tell
ing that story at the Scandal club?
Feeling ill-bred and common,
begged Billy's pardon, made him sit
down, tried ever so hard to put him
at his ease. Poor lad! His father
condemned as felon, his mother such
a wicked old harridan, his life, to say
the very least, uncouth. Yet some
how out of that rough savage face
shone the eyes of gentleman, and
there was manliness in all he said, in
everything he did. After that great
| journey for my sake, how could let
him doubt that he was welcome?
81 know I'm rough" he said hum
bly,, but you seem to understand.
You know I'm straight. You won't
mind straight talk unless you're
changed, and you're not changed-at
least not that way, num-"
Changed! All, how changed! The
looking glass had bitter things to
tell me, and crying makes me such a
trump, / never felt SO plain. And the
eyes Of young man are often brutality
frank to women.
Don't mind about me, Billy. Say
what you've come to tell me-"
Been gettin' 1t ready 10 say ever
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