The Red Cloud chief., 1879-05-15

most interesting to him, with . hint as
to the impression he had made on her
susceptible heart, to every man with
whom she came In contact, - soon ~
possible after forming his acquaintance.
"And when do you expect her, lisa
bella3' asked Mrs. Spooner, lifting heE
hands, Of which she was very proud,
from her lap, to regard them more close.
ly, and then listlessly dropping them
again.
"This afternoon, toward evening"
answered Miss Spooner, taking q letter
from her pocket and referring to it
"She writes: Il hope to arrive just a
the sun is beginning to drown in youl
beautiful river, and the evening stsl
peeps forth a. bright-as bright, alas
as the eyes Of my blue eyed boy"
"How cery sweet" said Mrs. Dusen'
berry. sit reminds me of . note I re-
ceived the other day from DR.. Drake, ir
answer to one I sent him begging hin
for a copy Of his lecture on the Human
Skeleton"
"Well, I should say she was righ'
smart. Yes-s," said the young pori
merchant, in q nasal voice. "Then
verses sounded very pretty. / dom
read any thing in the newspapers bu'
the lard quotations and hog-market re
ports myself, but l know good po'trJ
when l hear it. And you read first rate
Miss Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
"It was nice," said his sister; I" bu'
no better than . friend of mine can do
She can write PONIES by the hour, bu'
she don't print none. She don't neeC
to, cause her pas rich. She only doe:
it for fun"
swell I'm blessed" here broke il
Capt. HottOp, dropping his feet with {
bang from the chair-top on which they
had been elevated, "hI wouldn't like
to know what this is all about. Who i
she? And who's the blue-eyed boy?"
why, bless me! you've just come,
and you don't know, do you, uncleP'
said Miss Spooner, putting the "pome'
away in her pocket-peok, and leaning
back in her chair the better to meet thu
eyes of the Captain. "She's Mrs. Mont
gomery Montague, a charming youne
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is hel
only child-a lovely babe ="
"Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenber
ry, at the same time playfully flickinf
the cheek of a youth at her side, q o
the aforementioned, who in his interes
in Mrs. Spooner's story had neglected
to fan the rival of Madame DE Sevinge
after having been captured and detailed
for that duty only five minutes before
"And when her husband died." con
tinued the fair Isabella Che was tn,
younger son of an a%ristocratic English
family, one Of the very highest-inti
mate with the Queen-and he raj awaj
TO this country on a lark, and his folk
disowned him because they thought b,
married below him, though I've NJ
doubt she was much too good for him
and he treated her shockingly), hi
father sent for the boy, and tore hin
from his weeping mothers arms"
"'And rocked not tear or prayer
quoted Mrs. Dusenberry.
"But why did she let them tax,
him?" shouted the Captain. "By heav'
ems! they couldn't have taken him j
she'd a held on. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from theil
mothers arms! Who ever heard of suci
q thing befOre?"
well, they didn't exactly tear hin
away" explained his niece.
"That's the poetical way of putting
it," interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry.
"But she was left almost destitute
Miss SpoOner went on, sand she'ss
delicate little thing, and"
circumstances were too many FOL
her." suggested the pork-merchant.
"Just so," assented his hostess
"But, most fortunately, she possesses
the gift of song; and with what hel
writings bring her in, and the presents
which r showered on her wherever
she goes-she is such a favorite-she
manages to get along. 1 met her al
Mrs. Bluelight's party last winter, and
we took such a fancy to each other right
off, and she told me her story in the
conservatory. Young Chandler was
there, too, but she didn't see him; he
vas at the other end of the room, be.
hind some tall plants-he was very at
tentive to her afterward, and gave her
q pearl bracelet on her birthday-and
cried till my nose looked like a"
"Cherry," suggested Mrs. Dusenber.
ry. Adding, in q sprightly manner
''Captain, if you desert me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you," tn
the great establishment of the honest
Captain, who had not exchanged three
sentences with the lady, and indeed had
v seen her until this very July at-
ternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing
q ring from the forefinger of her right
hand to the forefinger Of her left, 1--WE
must all be very kind to her. Isympa-
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. know how I'd feel if l lost
You Isabella"
"'My babelet sweet!'" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes on her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan, and
burst into a loud outlaw.
"Hush!" cried Miss Isabella. sHere
she is" .
And up the garden walk tripped q
slight girlish-looking woman, dressed
in q blue gray silk, with q Gainsbor-
ough hat, from which floated . long
black ostrich plume, coquettishlv set on
the back of her head. Her pale yellow
hair hung in babyish curls about her
snow-white brow, and she raised q pair
OF lovely yellow-brown eyest to the group
on the veraDda.
Miss SpOoner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was,
a down the steps and caught her
friend in her arms. "You dsrling!" she
said, with enthusiasm, we have lust
been reading your sweet, sweet poem,
"A Mothers WALL Welcome to the
"How beautiful il isl" said the little
woman, clasping her dainty kidded
hands, and speaking in q clear voice
perfectly audible 70 the listeners above
she turned toward the river. "That