The Red Cloud chief., 1879-07-31

every night OF his life. Meanwhile the
dog steadily surveyed MIN in the inter
vals Of his carcxscs. After ali. Sam
tbought The dog vas not going 20 hurt
him: in f.ct. he seemed {, some WAY
ike an old friend. After 81, thought
Tribune, this IL no place for little boys,
they ought to be in bed. And be pro-
ceeded 10 show The child the way. going
of a little, then coming back. taking a
portion OF his rags between his teeth,
and e~ndeavoring 10 lead him on. II
was a new experience 10 little Sam. In
other places the dogs had drivea them
off, but this sleepy and lazy old fellow
showed nothing but hospitality. He
followed whether he would or M The
dog led him into a large room first,
with wide windows, through which q
flood o. moonlight fell. II fell upon AT
open organ with white gllmmering
keys. As Sam saw IL, some idea Of n
singer sitting there seemed To rise on his
fancy-a singer who had one arm
around him as she sang, and held bis
head fgainst her shoulder. What should
be know Of singing Since he had
seen old Hannah, singing had been I'M
heard. As he moved, the blackboard
caught his eye, half covered with
some uncouth characters in chalk.
lie remembered now that he had
heard 81 a little boy who showed
the big children whist he could
do one night. He crept toward the
blackboard, and took up the crayon and
made one OF two Of those misshapen
letters over again. Then he pu, down
the crayOn those men were waiting
for him outside. But the dog still held
his rags, and by gentle motions led him
on, and into a large sleeping-room, with
rs three little white beds where chill
dren lay dreaming. and one little bed
that wa empty. TN this bed the dog
bounded, and in every way he knew in
vited Sam. But Sam turned away, and
went back to the play-room;
something seemed 20 delight him
in the white glimmer Of the large
room, as il the spirits Of dead pleas
door the moonlight now lay full on the
great white Westinghouse, "all saddled, |
all bridled, all fit for q fight and there
in front of the empty fireplace was a
little empty chair; the dog stretched
himself at his feet. II seemed so pleas
ant, so warm, and comfortable, He
was not so much afraid Of those men
AS he mad been; the children's
faces looked Al him in the white light
Of the roses on the gilded %trellis as
il they wished him TO stay; the little
head nodded and fell forward on his
breast.
But all this seemed exceedingly out
of the way to Tribune; and after "A while
il apparently occurred to him that IL he
not make Sam 90 To bed, he could
go and speak TO his mistress about it;
and it was his cold nose in her hand that
Mrs. Dean from her uneasy slum-
Der. In a moment she was out of bed
There is something wrong"
she said TO her husband. "What is
he matter with Trib?" And before
her husband was fairly awake, she
had followed the dog 20 a play-room,
md there, with the moonlight falling
him, sound asleep, his head upon
his breast, in the little chair before the
empty hearth, she saw the child.
For one throb of her heart, one great
plunge, she thought the worst had come,
that now she was really crszed.
But with another she had seized the
and was tearing off the rags that
nd the difference between his little
White body and his little brown face,
While the child opened his eyes
lreamily, and put UP a sleepy mouth to
her.
alt is he, it is he! it is he!" she
They have cut off his curls, they
AVE stained his face, but they could not
lide my little Cyrus!"
And although Mr.. Dean woke the
%crvants, and reused the neighbors, and
the place and the region unsuc-
.essfully, and never ceased regretting
hat those house-breakers had not crack
d their last crib that night, yet Mrs.
Dean, in her heart of hearts, as she de-
'oted herself, every day with fresh frui.
10 the task of awakening his dor
mast intelligence, could never fe | quite
enough to them for bringing
Jack her boy.-Harper'S Bazar.