The Red Cloud chief., 1880-01-15

then Susie Bracket danced IN. and .iyly
held up q letter from somebody far
away, that I might see n rejoice with
her. And Nathaniel-what . ridiculoa.
part Of the dream that about Nathaniel
Bracket was. Really, ! don't think ]
can tell IT,"
"Oh, but you must" I cried.
"Indeed you must" they all cried.
"Well, ii I must, I must said the
widow, with a sweet, little nervous
laugh. 81 thought Nathaniel followed
me into the dining-room, where ] had
gone 10 take a last look at the supper
table-oh. it's too ridiculous"
"Nothing u the sort" said Mr.. Sum-
mer. 81 don't believe Il. I've no doubt
IL was the most sensible thing Nathaniel
ever did-in a dream"
"And pkease 60 on" begged his wife.
"And he took my hand" the widow
went on, land said-oh, / can't tell
you all I dreamed he said, but he ended
by saying: And 80, of course. | must
think 81 you no longer-ap poor. crippled
fellow like me- And | said"
Hhdt did you say?" cried Nathaniel,
springing Z his feet and looking eager
ly toward her, totally forgetful Of the
rest Of the company.
Nathaniel Bracket, you're an IDIOT"
"Just as l expected murmured
poor Nat, sinking into his chair again.
"If You hare lost your arm-your
rtgh arm" the widow calmly proceed
ed, "you haven't lost your head, and
that head, as | happen To know, con-
tanned the usual, perhaps a little
than the usual, amount of brains, and
if, as | hear, a thousand or W will give
you an interest in Tom Aliens bust
ness, why what is to prevent me,
having a little money at my command
and no one 10 take care Of but myself,
lending it to you-for the sake of your
sister, Of whom | am very fond? Or, if
you won't look at il in that way, why
can't l become "A partner, a rery silent
one, and you manage for me, taking a
fair equivalent for your seryices?' And
that's the end"
"Neveri" shouted Nat, springing
from his chair once more, and taking "A
few steps toward her. 1.-The dream
htftI tltth III iHtt NdN- ANdiIdiltl
made some further remark, I'm sure he
did"
al believe he did," said the widow,
knitting her pretty brows, a though in
thought, while a rosy blush overspread
her face, " but dreams grow SD sbadowy
ut the last, and this became SO rcry in
distinct after had spoken of going into
the printing business myself that can
scarcely remember"
THAT Nat Bracket said" prompted
Nathaniel, "'God bless you for n dar-
ling. and I'll accept the offered loan on
condition hat you'll add To it Il Christ
mas git-a gift above all price-your
precious self"
"Well, well, how did you ever
know?" exclaimed the widow in pre-
tended surprise.
Cant imagine" said Nat, his eyes
sparkling with fun for a moment, and
then, As she rose from her seat, he came
and stood before her and said entreat-
you dreamed you made"
"Nor l." laughed the widow.
"But ! do" said Mrs. McChilly, with
an emphatic rap of her cane. a do
Mrs. Nathaniel Bracket"
And we all shouted and clapped our
hands like a parcel of children, and
then We all (not n of us, I'm sure.
could have told WHY cried a little and
were quietly feeling for our handker-
chiefs To wipe away the tears, when the
old lady spoke again, looking down on
81. Dn-.h,l, ,.kn ,.ara .t1l .1Aannp
- | miA be a friend to these little one
and their ~parents,' she said, "a good
friend. That part of the dream shall
come true. As for my grandson"
Here he is" screamed Mamie, with
a hysterical laugh, as she flung open the
door that led into the dining-room.
And there he was, to be sure, with his
sweetheart on his arm, and in an in
slant they were both kneeling before
their grandmother, with one of her
wrinkled hands in blessing on each
bowed, young head.
Mr.. Summer turned from the pretty
tableau and bent and kissed his
wife, and softly whispered some
thing to her that made her "eyes
like stars" indeed, as she exclaimed in
a voice trembling with joy, .'My part OF
the wonderful dream has already come
true"
land mine came true this morning."
said /, as l took the letter from my
pocket.
"And mine,' stammered Nat, as his
ONLY arm stole around the widows waist,
scan it come true?'
sit can," said Widow Winterpippin
-Margaret Etynge, tn Detroit Free
Press.