The Red Cloud chief., 1877-12-20

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And weary man must ever love her best,
For morning calls to toll. but night to rest.
She comes from heaven, and on her wings dotI
bear
A holy fragrance. like the breath Of prayer;
Footsteps OF angels follow in her trace.
To shuttle weary eyes Of day in pssce.
All things are hushed before her - she throws
Ger earth and SKY her mantle Of repose;
There is . caimer beauty and . power
That morning knows not. in the evening hour.
So wien our sun il setting may We glide.
Like summer evening. down the golden tide;
A dpesve behind us. ~ We pass away,
sweet. starry twilight round oar se eping clay.
MRS. CHESTERFlELD'S FOLLY.
Poor little Mrs. Chesterfield! She had
been married only six short months, and
already her husband was waning in his
devotion. Twice last month he had
spent his evenings at his club. Tonight
he was at a supper, given him by his
bachelor friends. and when she had
somewhat demonstrated with him, he
had said
"YOu know 1 would rather be with
you, dear, but l could hardly refuse Hal
when he got the thing up for me. Run
over to your mothers, like q brave little
woman. Oneaf the boys will bring you
buck home. won't stay late, I promise
you"
Then. with a good-by kiss he was
gone.
Six months ago, could such q plea have
drawn him from her side? All, how
happy had she been! how proud on her
bridal day of her splendid loverl how
timidly she had looked into his hand
some face. and for the first time called
him husband. wondering If every wife
was as glOriOusly content as shell
Then followed those weeks of radiant
happiness when they two forgot the
world and all else, save that each exist
ed for the other, till the time approaced
for the home coming. and she found
awaiting her the p~rettiest house Will
could find. furnished throughout in ex.
quisite taste by her indulgent father.
Whenshe had kissed and thanked him,
did she dream beneath its roof ever to
shed oneltear. think q unhappy tho'tp
But even now the blue eyes are wet, the
lashes are heavy with moisture, and her
lip trembles, when a knock at her door
disturbs the unpleasant tenor of her
thoughts.
A servant. entering in obedience to
her summons, bears a salver, and on it
q card. which ne presents with a respect
full bow. Upon the pastebOard is writ
ten, in a bold, characteristic hand, the
name Hale Raymond" Her first i'm.
pulse is to De excused. on plea of illness;
then a bright thought rushes into her
brain.
Tell the gentleman, James, 1 will be
with him presently"
She has heard sOmewht re that hus-
bands are apt to grow weary of their
homes, and seek elsewhere the excite
ment not obtainable in that pure atmos.
phere, but that if the wives absent them.
selves and indulge in q little quiet re-
creation, it o 0 rouse their liege lords
to a sense of their duty. Well she knows
Will does not admire Hale Raymond
in fact treats him with polite cooln 8
which he is too thorough a man of the
world not to see, but which he chooses
to ignore. However, he certainly car.
not object to An evening call, and, if he
is not here to share bis attentions, she is
not responsible.
So, hastily rising and standing before
tie large Psyche mirror in her dressing
room, she took from a boquet beside her
tea rose and put it in her hair. Ger.
tainly the glass reflected a vision which
any man might be proud to call his own.
OF medium height, with violet eyes,
shaded by long dark lashes, hair of that
rare auburn tint which turned to gold
In the suns bright light, a mouth and
teeth in exquisite perfection, u figure
beautifully moulded, draped in black
velvet, with a light tissue over dress
what wonder that. Is she entered the
parlor. and Hale Raymond rose to greet
her, the regrets with which he met her
excuses for her husbands absence were
mere lip service.
But he notes, as she speaks, the fe-
verish sparkle in her eye, the quick flush
upon her cheek, and resolves according.
ly upon the plans of the siege.
Though I an sorry not to see MI
Chesterfield. I cannot but anticipate
with pleasure an hours quiet chat alone
with you. But how comes it that / am
In such rare luckp What imperative
business has called your husband from
your sideP"
4 do not know If we may call q din.
ner imperative business, but such is the
cause of Mr. Chesterfieldis absence. II
wa given him by one of his oldest
friends. and he. of course, could not de-
cline the invitation"
Il suppose moi, as husband. As q Low.
er, one manages. to escape such bores
Out then We are not sure of the prize
q with the race all untxied before u,
We do not dare rest for q moment upon
our oarA 1 presume when the goal il
reached the reaction sets in; but, unfor
tunately, 1 cannot speak, from expert.
mca"
Il imagine you are entirely to blame
for 80 lamentable q condition of sf
fairs"