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About The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 15, 1895)
DAISY'S FIRST LESSON FROM LIFE.
A parlor rather small, tilled with uphol
stered furniture, an entire set, and a large
piano, leaviug two paths, by one of which
the piano is reached, by anothor the door.
In one corner a large picture of tho portly
gentleman of the house, in black and white,
on an easel. On the piano another, full
length, representing him in overcoat and
tile hat. A prominent photographer in
town had asked if he might take this latter
one in order to exhibit it, and, upon per-
mission granted, had presented one to him.
One or two more of smaller proportions
were standing on the piano or the center
A large base burner gave out its warmth
very agreeably to Mr. Gray, as he entered
and called out to his wife:
"Say, Sis; won't you bring me the lap
robe? I have forgotten it."
Mrs. Gray ran and brought it out, laugh
ing. She considered nothing a trouble that
contributed in the slightest way to Ran
dolph's comfort. Had she not toiled hard
one winter to make money enough to buy
him that handsome gold watch that he wore?
Had she not worked hard, too, to get hei
self a silk dress, in order that Randolph
might not be ashamed of her now that he
was teller of the bank?
"I have always heard," she used to say
to her friends, "that banking was so easy.
It is not easy for Randolph. He never
gets home until eleven or twelve o'clock.
I know what it is to be a banker's wife, for
Daisy and I sit up for him every night.
The boys make so many mistakes, and Ran
dolph has to go all over their work and cor
rect it before he can do his own." Then
her friends would look surprised, glance at
one another and say: "They supposed bank
ers were out at three.
"No, indeed nearer three in the morn
ing, than three in the afternoon, "she would
In this same parjpr a. few days later, a
little girl was sitting, perched ong the piano
stool, her feet dangling, striking tho keys
daintily, one at a timo. She seldom struck
two at once. They made a sound she did
not like; sometimes, however, she struck
two that made a sound she liked bettor than
that of tho one key. Then she would strike
it many times. She would sing now and
then snatches of songs in a clear, childish
voice a strange medley of Sunday school
hymns and popular songs of the day.
Finally she stopped, jumped down, and
began to talk.
"How do you do, Mrs. Jones?" she said,
as if addressing some one occupying one of
the large easy chairs. "How do you think
my little girl plays?" Then, changing her
voice to represent tho other person "1
think she docs very well, Mrs. Gray. Does
she practice much?" "Well, I have to
scold her a good deal. She is quite a hard
child to manage." she added, bursting into
a wild little laugh at herself. At this point
she spied her father coming and ran to meet
him. "Papa, Manda told me to toll you I
was your little cherub." But her father did
not seem to hear her.
All evening Daisy romped with Sancho,
until the clock struck eleven. Then Mrs.
GraT spent the remaining hour in calming
her down and putting her to sleep. One
o'clock, two o'clock, before Mr. Gray came.
He was late that night,
"What is the matter, Randolph? You
look like a ghost," said his wife, as ho en
tered. "It is all up with mo, Sis. We must .
give up Prince and the piano and that lot of
ours. They say I have taken money from
'Taken money you of all things ! Ran
dolph Gray! It's those boys' mistake. I
will wake you up early, so that you can go
right down and tell them."
"Don't talk so much, Sis," was all her
husband deigned to reply.
Now, a house on the corner, in a part of '
tho town beginning to give way to business
blocks. A sign of boarding on tho side.
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