The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-03-09
ST.
ANDREWS
EDITION
CLCLONE IN MOTHVILLE

jimmie 1dlltT Hdu given II
to her and she was so proud OF 1t
that she attached the cord right
straight off to see how it worked
and Jimmie stood with his hands
behind him gazing in silent awe,
as the shiny machine went back
and forth across the best carpet
in mothers front parlor.
Forward and back and forward
went the roaring and buzzing
cleaner, beneath the many feet of
the gate leg table, back of the Ions
black hair cloth couch, and even
into the farthest corner under the
big Old-tashioned square piano. But
just them mother dropped the ma
chine and began clapping her
hands in the air.
why mother, What-Sa-matter?'
cried Jimmie in surprise. Then he
saw. A little white moth miller
was nuttering up above his moth
er's head. After circling about
several times it settled on the cur
tain just out of reach, and slowly
raised and lowered its wings as
though trying TO regain its breath.
Mother stood looking at the lit
tie creature for several moments.
Then she began laughing softly
to herself and she said, well You
poor little Mrs. Miller, expect
You did have pretty severe cy-
clone iii MothVille, didn't yOn?
Who had cyclone, mothcr?'
asked Jimmie, and where is Moth
ville?"
As mother went back to the vac
uum cleaner her eyes were twink
ling. Wait until ! finish the down
stairs, Jimmie" she said, land
then maybe | can tell You how
Mrs Miller of Mothville escaped
the terrible tornado"
1t was all Jimmie could do to
wait But at last the cleaning
was done and mother, settled in
chair, While Jimmie hunchcd his
foot stool up closer, and the story
began.
"Once upon time there was a
little Mrs. miller who was very
ambitious to see the world She
had been born in dark closet,
and her childhood had been spent
in such a quiet way that as soon as
she became of age she escaped
from her home, and started out TO
see the world.
,,,1 Al arC
Miller. She was such an attractive
member of the family that she was
invited to all the balls and was
known to spend whole days whirl-
ing and dancing at a shocking rate
of speed.
But soon Mrs. Miller grew tired
of this gay life, and she longed
for home in a quiet restful spot,
where all her little moths could be
healthy and safe from harm. She
spoke to many of her friends about
this and one of them finally told
her of an ideal little settlement
called Mothville which was shell
tered from the frequent wind
storms on sweeping days, by an
old square piano, and although
pepper and other spices were
sprinkled over the village, the vel
vet carpet was so thick that they
simply buried themselves deeper
for a while, and so altogether
Mothville was a wonderful spoot
for home.
Delighted at the news, Mrs.
Miller at once set out for the
place. Fortunately for her the
screen door was left open and she
flew right in and soon was max
ing herself quite at home in the
populous village Of Mothville. All
the little moths were perfectly
happy. The carpet was so nice
and fluffy that every day they ate
to their hearts content.
One morning when all the moth
family were getting ready for
breakfast they suddenly heard a
great hTmbling and roaring noise.
The floor trembled, furniture shook
and all the little moths cried out,
What is it?' I don't know an
swered Mrs. Miller, but never
mind, go on and eat some of the
carpet like nice little moths
But scarcely had she finished