Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-05-06
vark Daily Ad vertiser Publishing Company,
BY ADELINE CARRIoK WELLS


faces, like real ones? We can use
Bllly paints" suddenly cried
Oayie, his face aglow with delight
at the idea we can paint our own
faces, too, and it'll be real as any
thing. Let's do IT."
Dorothy shrieked and reached a
protecting hand up over her
shoulder, to where her beloved baby
doll hung helpless.
Paint my darling. Davie Dear,
you're a wicked boy. and II you
even say such a thing I won't play
al all! Never mind, muvver's pet"
Dorothy's voice softened as she ad-
dressed the baby doll. mo bad bows
is dom to hurt youi''
Davie looked sulky.
You never want to have any real
run, he muttered; always fussing
bout nothing"
MY dolls not nothing and I
love her" glared Dorothy. "If you
want to paint, paint your own face,
though you'll catch it when you
get home. Member the day you
played in the wagon grease. and
what mother said?"
Davie remembered, indeed.
All right, then" he grumbled.
like regular Indians 'thout any"
Pretend it," said Mary Elizabeth,
It'll seem as If we're painted if we
pretend hard enough. / tell you
what Let's put mud on our faces
and make believe it's war paint"
Not on my baby doll" said Doro-
thy. firmly.
We'll. on ourselves then" cried
Mary Elizabeth, 20 course sauaws
don't paint like the men do, but
we've got to make believe we're
men sometimes, SOS we can have a
real big war. can whoop very
loud. Listen to mel" She made
her mouth into q big round 70"
and began to yell with all her
might, tapping the "O' with the
palm of her right hand, so that the
sound came forth in a bloodhound
ling series of wow WOW wow wow
vows" that brought expressions of
admiration to the faces of Dorothy
and the boys.
you cert'n'y can holler, Mary
'Lizabeth," cried Davie admiringly.
II can holler as loud, though"
You mustn't call 1T a 'hol1er;;'
that's a whoop." Mary Elizabeth
reminded him. Let me hear youi"
Davies attempt was highly sue
cessful, so successful. in fact, that
fat little Billy was also moved to
during the process that Mary Eliz-
abeth had to shake him and tell him
to stop for breath.
Then Dorothy became enthusiasts
tic, and soon the two Dear children
and the two Brown children were
whooping with all their combined
might; so that Mrs. Brown, who
seldom paid attention to what her
children did, because she believed in
letting them have fun in their own
way. came running to the back door
to find out what dreadful thing had
happened.
Before her anxious face the chill
dren qua1led, and the whoops ceased
with suddenness that made the
quiet that followed seem most I'M
natural
"We're-we're Indians" spoke up
Billy proudly, "g-getting ready to
go to war"
Indeed" said Mrs. Brown. 'I'm
afraid the neighbors will want you
all to go to the reform school il you
keep that up"
| Four faces became very long
but, mother" spoke up Mary
Elizabeth, how can we play war
without whooping? Why. we just
have to whoop, don't we?"
90 course" said Davie, who was
never known to keep out of a con-
yersation.
Mrs. Brown considered, while the
four waited anxiously. At last she
said:
well. if you promise not to
whoop so terribly. and only two at
a time, / won't mind"
OF course the children promised
So the door closed behind Mrs
Brown, and preparations for the war
began again.
ITO be continued.)