The Red Cloud chief., 1879-05-15
HER BLUE-EYED BOY,

MY boy, my boy, my blue-eyed 10Y,
For thee ] sigh. for thee / weep,
When others tread the may dance,
Or smile I'm happy dreams and sleep.
Torn from these loving arms away,
BY those who rocked not tear or prayer,
Ere thou couldst speak thy mothers name,
My tiny bud, my babelet fair.
MY boy, my boy, my blue eyed boy.
: Could within thy bright eyes gaze,
Or have an hour to kiss thee in,
'Twould light up many weary days.
But thou art far away from me;
Between us Oceans pillows beat,
And can but thy picture kiss,
My fairy rose, my babelet sweet"
As Miss Isabella Spooner finished
reading these verses and proceeded to
cut them out of the paper they had
graced, with a pair of scissors that in
company with a bunch o. keys hung from
her generous girdle, a murmur of ad-
miration and sympathy arose from her
audience. This audience consisted of
Mrs. Spooner, Isabella's mother, a tall,
thin, pale woman with a great deal of
forehead-that is, in regard to height
and very white, well-shaped hands,
which looked as though they had been
nodded cut of lard; Mrs. Dusenberry,
a lady who looked about five-and-fortv,
but who, according to her own calcula-
lions, grew young so fast that her friends
confidently expected that in a few years
she would be q girl again, with lips SO
thin that they came near being no lips
at all, bumpy brow. small, black, un-
even eyes, a nondescriptnose, and a fig
ure remarkable for its unobtrusiveness;
Captain HottOp, Miss Spooner's uncle,
hale, hearty, rather handsome man,
who had spent most of his life in q sail
ing vessel; Mr.. Wellington Octoper, a
young pork-merchant, called "Devil-
fish" by those of his companions who
had been to the Aquarium, because it
came SO devilish near being Octopus,
you know" with reddish hair, reddish
complexion, and no forehead to speak
of; Miss Eugenia Ann Octoper, sister
of the pork-merchant, a pretty, pert
young girl, who came down to break
fast in diamond earrings, and talked a
great deal about s'style;" and two or
three elderly men and three or four
young men, who, being mere nobodies,
can, of course, only expect. mere men,
ton.
1t was q lovely day in the last week
OF July, and these people were gathered
together on the broad veranda of the
Spooner homestead (Mrs. Spooner took
a few summer boarders for company,
and, truth to tell, they could not have
been in a pleasanter place. The house,
substantially built of gray stone and
draped with beautiful wistarias that
climbed to the very roof, faced the Del
aware River, and the CLEAN of the water
through the branches of the catalpa-
trees that stood Just outside the garden
gate, laden with snowy flowers, among
which the bees were having raj riot,
was a pleasant sight to see.
Miss Isabella Spoener, the real mis-
tress of the homestead-her mothers
extreme lassitude rendering her only
the nominal one-was q comfortable.
sentimental old maid, with an obtrusive
figure Gin which respect she formed a
great contrast to her friend Mrs. Dusen-
berry,, light, very light blue eyes, and q
snub-nose. She wore her hair brushed
back from her forehead-a forehead
much like her mamma's--aud falling in
a curly crop in the back of her head. In
evening dress these curls were always
tied with a bit of bright ribbon, which
impaired to them quite q juvenile APP
pearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, and
looked upon all rhymers as "heaven-
born" In fact, she had an intense re-
spect for and admiration of all persons
connected with literature, and was wont
to say, "COuld 1 have been pen-eifted
l would have asked no other boom"
"How rery sweet" said Mrs. Dusen-
berry, in a soft, too soft voice, as Miss
SpOoner, after reading the verses quoted
above, took her scissors in hand.
"They remind me of some lines l intro
duced in my first letter to Professor
GAM at the time l became so interested
in the habits of the birds of North
America. He said afterward. by.the-
bye, that the brightness of that letter /
absolutely dazzled him." Mrs. Dusen.
berry prided herself on her letter.writ-
NO, and, anxious that her talent should
mol be "hid under q bushel," wrote on
he subject which she thought would be