Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1922-01-20
D0RRIS AND THE THUNDER
STORM

The bright red sun came peep
ing over the rim of the Cascade
mountains. 1t flung path Of
gold and ruby light across the
sparkling waters Of Puget Sound.
And sent long bright beams
creeping in among the trees and
up the grassy slope to the little
cottage that nestled among the
roses and honeysucklc vines
One little sunbeam danced
through the wide open window
where the happy little bree2cs
played with the lace OF the cur
tam that hung PARKWAY across
the opening. But the sunbeam
did not stop at the open window,
Oh, no indeed, it flew across the
room and there upon the white
downy pillow it played among
the curls and about the face Of
a little girl as she slept, Now
do you know Of any little girl
or boy either-who could sleep
with the fairy feet of golden sun
beams dancing over and about
them like that2 This little girl
turned over, rubbed her eyes, sat
up and looked about. 1t was
Doris, and as she looked around
the room at the bright sunbeams
skipping and twinking every
where she smiled because ii was
such a lovely morning. She was
dressed in a jit1y, and ready for
school. The day grew hot, the
school room was dreadful stutfy
although the windows were all
open. AS soon as school was out
Doris hurried home.
She was tired and her head
ached just a wee bit. But the
real reason why she hurried was
because she had seen the great
bank of black clouds rolling up
from the south, and once i'll a
while she could hear faint
rumbling, humping sound which
sent her flying down the long
hill, and through the alder lane
as fast as her feet could carry
her, for if there was anything
Doris did not like and in fact,
was dreadfully afraid Of it was
thunder storm. 1t was very
good thing that Doris had hur-
ried, for just as she reached the
steps of the veranda the great
drops began to patter, and be-
fore she had time to open the
hall door there came crack of
thunder that it fairly took her
breath away.
But that was only the begin
ming. Such r-r-r-R-R-R-Bump
-CRASHl followed that it seem
ed as though the great black
clouds had smashed together and
then had come tumbling, rolling,
humping down a long stairway
and been smashed all to pieces
at the bottom. Oh, how fright
ened poor little Doris was. She
had slammed the door and ran
through the hall and living room
calling Mother, o mother, where
are you?"
In the dining room she stood
still moment, there had been
no answer to her call. Sh" hur-
ried to the kitchen. No one was
there, surely she must be in her
room, but when Doris tapped at
the door, as she hal been taught
always to do, no dear familiar
voice called, "Come, Sweetheart"
For just few seconds Doris
thought she should scream, she
was so frightened at finding her
self all alone in the house while
such a fierce thunder storm beat
and roared outside. The rain
was coming down in torrents, and
now and then the rooms were all
lighted brightly by the flashes of
Tightening. 1t seemed very dark
outside now too.
Doris crouchcd in a corner Of
the davenport in the living room
land whenever the thunder began
to crash she covered her head
with big cushion. Suddenly
she caught sight of something
lying on the floor near the piano ;
it was her Sunday school leaf
let. Half an hour later when
little brother Don and his moth
err came into the room, they found
Doris fast asleep among the
cushions.
They tip-toed out and soon
had supper all ready The storm
was past and the setting sam
turned every rain-drop into a
glistening jewel which seemed to
turn the garden into fairy land.
At least that is what Doris thot
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