White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1857-08-13

res indeed; CFummy Is So good now she al
ways stands still then milk. Ireally believe
she loves me-
As the child spoke, a hitter frOwn came owe
the old man'sfAce, but 1t was only fOra moment
He sighed as he looked on the child with some
thing like affection in his gaze. But his cold
blue eyes soon resumed their usual expression.
Il will stop and ask Patty Hill to come ant
stay with you If you wish
'oh no, grandpa; don't you remember good
nurse Russell taught me not TO be afraid of the
dark, many, many years ago, when we lived il
that great house, poor Mary stopped short and
blushed, for she had noticed with the quickes
tact of childhood, that her grandfather always
avoided speaking Of the very things and time.
she longed to talk about. In few moments she
looked up timidly, expecting to see him frown
ing, but was surprised to see him looking at hel
with fixed and melancholy expression.
To relieve her embarrassment, Mary mechan
ically began to cut out patch for the hole in
the paataloons.
well, Mary said her grandfather at length
be good girl and nothing will harm you. Dc
you want anything from the store7'
Ny shoes are most worn out said Mary CLAN.
cling at her clumsy bootees, and our sugar and
tea are nearly out, and OIL remember we want
some vinegar
'Fll get that another time,' said her GRANDPA
thor goodbye, child
Goodbye, grandpa said Mary, looking as II
she would have kissed him had she dared, and
then she followed him to the door and watched
him out of sight. Afterwards she neatly re-
paired the rent, knit as far as the heel of her
stocking, brought in an armful of wood and filed
the tea-kettle. II was still an hour or two before
amused herself by feeding the hens who we're so
tame they came and safe on her shoulders. Ma
ry was really quite pretty child. Her coarse
frock, and high necked apron covered a well
made little figure, and her hands were delicately
formed though brown from exposure. Her coarse
bootees enclosed slender, handsome feet, and her
long SOFT silky brown hair, fell in abundant curls
over her graceful shoulders. Her eyes were
large, dark, and full of witchery, though she had
but little opportunity to show forth her natural
spirit Of gaiety, for except the COW and the hens,
she had nothing to frolic with. OF loving dis
position, she made pets of these, for there was
no kitten even, that universal plaything of chill
dren. Mary had one pet, however, that she loved
dearly and that was alittle rose-bush; she didn't
know where it came from-but there it safe in
her kitchen window, thing like herself Of glad
and innocent beauty, both looking perhaps, a
little out of place, in that lOwly, desolate look
ing old black house.
On the opposite bank Of the river was large
and finely built mansion, Of quite an imposing
exterior, towards which Mary's eyes were often
turned with an indefinite sort of longing, for the
sight of it seemed to recall something like bro
ken dream, of which she could not gather the
threads. However she loved to look over there
and see the children at play on the lawn, shaded
by magnificent trees and covered with the soft
est veriure. Sometimes when the wind was
fair, she could hear their merry voices, shouting
and laughing, as they frOlicked in the shade, OF
mounted high in the breezy swing. Sometimes
too, poor Mary thought she could smell the sweet
flowers in the garden, and almost fancied she
could see the blossoms that shed so much beauty
around. Sometimes the children would rur
laughing down to the edge of the bank that il
one place rose abruptly from the river side, and
then she could see that they were beautiful and
happy looking boys and girls; atleastthey look
ed so in the distance.
This afternoon as Mary stood pensively and
wistfully looking over to the great house, as she
called it, she was witness to the following scene
though of course she did not hear the converse
ton that took place.
The front dosr of the Great House was open
and a beautiful and still youthful lady clad il
widows weeds, safe viewing with pleased look
the sports of three lovely children, who vert
playing under large mulberry tree. Two brave
boys and fair sweet girl, these were the wild
ow's dearest treasures, and she valued hel
worldly wealth more for their sakss than he,
own.
Look up the road, Harry said Frank, and
tell us what's coming
who goes thereP said Harry, raising a small
spy-glass to his eye. st is pedlar, Frank.
hope he will come here, for want new knife.
'And want ball; do you suppose he'll have
any ballsT
Il guess he will" said little Garry, and dc
believe mamma will buy me new thimble.--
Won't YOU mammal said she, running up to her
mother.
Won't whatl'. said her mother smiling. q.
Buy me new thimble. YOuknow mine Ia:
great hole in it, rr 2,
you know promised you one. when ] &c
next to town.
Yes, but now, mamma, can't have one
now7'
How can you get it now, my little chatter
bo1r
'oh, because there's pedlar coming, Harry
spied him away up the road.'
swell III see, if he has any good thimbles-'
Garry raced back to the mulberry tree, over
loved at the idea of new thimble, and Hary
gavely gave her alessOn on patience, for he said
the pedlar was gone into Deacon SmaIl's, and he
certainly would stay there half an hour.
what are you looking at so busy now, Har.
ryf' said Frank. ooh, see, you're spying the
little girl over the river. Let me see her
iAnd me- said Cary.
ooh dear!' said Frank, looking through the
glass, she looks sad, I don't believe she's hap
Py.'