New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-12-20


hastily cut the doll from her string and dis
posed her on the carriage of the typewriter.
~ThaS more nicer as hang, sighed she, rub
hing her neck clearing her voice, and wiping
away the dust OF the years with tiny paper
handkerchief from her sleeve.
"But what does all this mcan?' demanded
with some severity. ~You have hung up there
for years and have not heard a word from you.
And row suddenly
Excuse that auguStly interrupt smiled
the tow bad manner OudcrStan'. JUS girl
anuyhow. Girl got 70 DC not seen, not hear.
Not vote. not swear But JUS got liddle time
for talk. An never talk fore. Don know how
soon YOU git bag at those mcz-zi-piz what IS
other cndt'
/ rcRcc',G. ~PcsSimisn?" hazardcd then.
eNi,- Nvddcr. nodded the doll. you hon
cradle .sl.t no can spell, say word back end.
learn al word from YOU. Explain. Got be shot
mp an hang mp soons YOU git those mczz-
"Nc,, YES. laughed.
Introduce: Name Marubushu-San. What
YOU thing;
~ mos, inappropriate name, said l. "Yop
arc nothing like a lemon"
~Thangsl" said Miss Lemon. Thing those
long time an be happiness. Then can talk
SoonS YOU gttin' mezz-"
"PcSSimiStiC"
Then I done for an got hang, nodded the
doll. ~Thas why kin talk today. count YOU
suddenly thing all good Of all thing. Not bad
thing insidc"
But cried l in disnay, ~do YOU imagine
that this is the first time have thought nothing
but good Of everything
Frs time kctch YOU, nodded the doll.
But. argued l. 1t is Christmas Eve. There
is no pcssimism in all the world tonight And
surely on other Christmas Ewes
~Firs' time kctch,- repeated Miss Lemon de-
cisivcy
well I went on lamcy 1T has been an
unusually difficult year for me- Friends have
misunderstood me. enemies have triumphcd over
me. illness has stalkcd before me, the Wolf has
looked in through the window-nay, the door
Blu, tonight fancy a wonderful purpose in it all.
II IS the bitter draft which one takes to mend
some desperate illness. | know not where my
spirit has been ILL., But this | know: II has been
hclpcd-perhaps indeed hcaled-by these fierce
indications Like cures like. So bitterness has
healed bitterness. That is why YOU find me on
this Christmas Eve, as YOU are good enough
10 put IT, thinking all good Of all things
How those are mos bcs' nize,' said the doll
softly. reaching the tiny hands toward me in
benson PITY is frs time. Bcdder all time.
linen DdcNCr 0Ctl 10 NtA-l-Nt--l'il' ipNN
those is imposs' bic egspcg. JUS when no one IS
loog or thing the ingwas-you know what IS
ingwa2"
-Oh. yes. said I. ~They are the little
demons who pass through the pores Of the
body. with drawn swords and vex the spirit
until It bccomes-'
Honorable mez-zi-" nodded the doll Wi
Mos Away while l hang IS army Of ingw;
,,.r-, ,.r,,~ fo-aLa1e n IRISH through an stick
soul soon's YOU gittin' mez-zi-GOmen nasal,
ctitusan Don Hg for hur. your ieclin',' bowed
Lemon politely. But mebbys if YOU know they wa
on your forchade YOU laugh big loud laugh 7
liz grapeshot to ingwa large laugh. They fall d
dade right on your front! Oh, sometime YOU
near l gittin' all rady for speag. You that +
eiinsar"
Miss Lemon brought her microscopic fore fin
within an inch of each other-as well as Of my no.
~Thanl; you,r laughed l.
But. then come the mcz-zi-an got shot op