The Red Cloud chief., 1880-11-11

would Cherry like to live with her and
travel with herr
That last was the charm, for Miss
Fosilby visited mountains or lakes or
falls every year. and sometimes strayed
even TO thoss oideySory. hauntefhn6
which Cherry say only In dreams.
Should she trv too mase zthe drsams
| come true? John loved her. and Miss
| Fosilby would only-hire her. to put IT
plainly; but slasa2-And~ so the plain
| little home and the Alhambra by moon
light jostled each other oddly in the
| dingy old school-room that day.
Decide? How could one know what
one did think in such q babel of sounds?
| she questioned. leaning her head upon
| her hand. while a boy in q ragged
Jacket recounted listlessly, a. If lie
were used TO such invasions n they
| had grown a trifle monotonous, how
"a band of fierce barb.ry-anns caEne
| down from the North anda little tow
| headed girl, with mouth half llieh @ath
The apple she was Systematically
munching. remarked behind her book
supposed to contain Pits celebrated
speech-"If I worry 'merican Simon
Englishman I'd never laden my arms
never
The struggling lines OF figures on the
| dingy blackboard looked ike some in
tricate puzzle to Cherry : eyes that day.
anrl the old dock above hef desk ticGed
-.'Well? Well?' with a marked and
q%uerulous Interrogation that was ag-
~grayating. She was glad when the
slow haads crept around to the
hour Of release; aud when the darken-
ing room had losl rs lo.ss occupants,
and the last wh0op had Med away from
the school yard. she donned her wrap
pings with a sigh of relief. and hurried
into the open air. IL was not a cheer
ine atmosphere. A cold gray mist en-
folded her ~ once; dark clouds hung
low with no hint Of a sun behind them,
and mp from the river swept a chill hit
full wind, whispering and complaining
like an Uneasy conscience.
by and by the gsacral gloom found
vent in a tic of yyeepiRg. Rain drops
fell SLOWLY At first, and then in a rapid
peltinr shower that aroused Cherry
from her dreaming, and compelled her
To quicken her Tagging steps into the
ungraceful little trot that n woman calls
running. Up the street a blacksmith,s
shop stood invitinglyopen. with is fiery
glowing heart showing warmly within,
and there she sought shelter, dropp ne
upon a rude sea- 10 rest.
..Eh? is it You, Miss Cherry" smiled
the old nan at the anvil, asthc head of
the small water-proofed figure emerged
far enough from its hood To become rec
ognizablc. SCOT caught, didn't you?n
"As usual, Uncle Ma; on. of the
place I belong to. aud not abe To read
the other" said Cherry. despondently
inclined to class all circunstancesun under
one head, and give them q general
label gbFk
You seem to fit in right well where
you are" said the old man, with a
kindly glance At the pretty flushed
face. I'VE mostly balong where we
happen to be. ] lake it." sEt.
"No-oh no" protested Cherry,
vigorously. "Tm sure we do not. i
have heard it said that nearly all the
trouble and unrest of the world is be-
cause we are all out of our own right
places. and are cramping or stretching
To fit somebody's else. | believe II, too. y
Think we are all shook down here
ike the pieces Of a dissected map. Ell?
and Providence cant put us together
straight? That's peculiar now!' com
mented Uncle Nat. with an odd twinkle
in his Y We'll. if | an in some
other mans smiihy I'll try and turn ont
good honest work for him; and hope
he won't be too hard with my tenants
if he's running any great estate of
mine. Nav be it's Miss Fosilby that's
in nv shoes? | might sit in her car
riage a bit. and see whether it seems
natural. Twas left here this afternoon
70 have a wheel fixed. and s'poSe they
haven't come for il on account of the
rain. We don't have such tinery
often
Cherry. half vexed at his reception of
her theory, glanced ut the corner to-
ward which he nodded. Unusual
linery indeed. with its rich velvet and
silver Mornings, was that luxurious
carriage. She walked over and exam
ined it more closely: and presently
when some men from the back part at
the shop came forward to talk with
Uncle Nat. she entered it-partlv To be
securcf from observation and undiSturbed
in her thoughts. partly, also, with a half
acknowledged desire to see if il would
seem natural" 20 her. What a sense
of wealth and comfort there was in the
very nesting down among the cush-
ions,
She pillowed her head on the velvet.
and looked out at the blaekcned walls
| IS sl, ILL shan III mn lr tho FRA n1oan,-
here and thcre-the glowing furnace.
the red hot iron. and the sparks flying
from the anvil ike spray from some
fountain of fire. The place looked
like some dark cavern in that
half light: and the two or three figures.
with bare brawny. arms and grimy
faces, grew shadowy and weird As they
novel to and fro. The gray DAYLIGHT
must be fading fast, but she could not
90: the rain was still falling steadily.
and even while she wished for its ceS-
sation its sound lulled her into pleasant
fancies.
With her eyes fixed on the fiery bed
of the furnace there came visions OF far
off volcanoes. and lakes cleaning in
lurid light. Then. in strange contrast.
arose Snow-tlpped peaks. ana beautiful
cities with the old-world sunlight upon
them. The hammering Of the s'edses
grew faint and low-so low and distant
that she could hear the music from
grand old cathedral organs. After that
She became n very Wandering jew.
travelling across dreary deserts. and
through valleyslikethe garden of Eden;
over continents and oceans, on, aud
still on for lifetimes. The fairest scenes
grew old. and her eager feet weary, but
they had no power to pause. At last
prison walls shut her in, and STAYED her
w~anderings for a little. II would be
but a little time she knew; they would
begin again with her release, and even
now the bolts and bars were sliding
back.
With the sound of opening doors
Cherry started up and looked around
her-or tried to look, for she was in
darkness. She felt cautiously for the
stone walls of her cell, and touched
only velvet. Slowly she comprehended.
She was still in Miss Fosilby's carriage;
she must have fallen asleep there. No
o,o bo1 Gpoun II and fbar baJ popa