The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-01-25

But Geneva gave her sudden poke
in the back, and winked at her, and rs
Sallie Ann tied on a broad, Tapping
brown-straw hat, and ran down the
steps, she said:
''What a goose you are. Flossi You
can't see an inch further than your
nose. Can't you see that If Mrs. Simlr
sons nephew is at church Tomorrow,
Sallie Ann is doing us tho greatest IA
vor possible in wearing a sun-bonnet?"
Sallie Ann, coming back half an hour
| after, found the household in a breeze.
caused by the arrival of Miss Lucretia
Hopkins, a stout, ruddy and stylish
aunt, who had Just come up on the
stage from the town below.
Just bought a fashionable millinery
and choice fancy-goods store, and Of
course 1 didn't forget you all" said she.
bustling about in high good humor,
with her bonnet sliding off the back of
her head. to open various parcels and
packages. "And I've brought Geneva
a perfectly excruciating parasol, with
the most exquisitely-carved handle you
ever set your eyes on; and Floss as ele-
giant a lace fichu and tie as O
could scare up; and Sallie Ann q hat
latest shape and Podville'n turn
green and over it; and Aunt Lucy a"
But nobody heard anything else, for
with a wild cry, Geneva and Sallie Ann
and Floss made a rush for the hat; and
Geneva, possessing the best s%crambling
powers, hourished sloft the most aston
ishing structure composed of delicate
white straw and lace, and creamy rib
bon. while Floss and Sallie Ann held
their breaths In speechless admiration.
Then, with a sudden inspiration, Miss
Geneva, brushing her silken black
bangs down across her white forehead,
gave the hat a flirt, and settled it CO.
quettishly upon her handsome head.
'-Oh. OIL look, girlsr' she cried. Sin
ecstatic rapture. '-Oh. 1 must have It I
Sallie Ann. I'll give you the parasol il
you'n let me have the hat. Can't we
change, Aunt LucretiaP"
Law, yes, If you both want to-"
said easy Miss Lucrotia- Don't mat
ter a pin which gets which. just so
Then you will let me have it-oh,
won't you, Sallie Annf Please, Sallie
Ann. that's q dearr'
And sallie Ann. mentally comparing
that lovely hat with q common little
sun-bonnet, almost burst into q flood of
tears, between her desire to look pretty
a. hoh "ho bu ulntlhSu. 1u6
Struggle was soro, but conscience
gained the day and tho hat was Gem
eva's.
Not much Of a sacrifice, perhaps,
come to compare II with the idea Of
sacrificing ones life or liberty for a
friend; and yet | have little doubt that
when weighed in the scales OF the great
hereafter the small sacrifices shall be
found to weigh heavy for their size.
II hope you fell in love with
body at church to-day, Eustace," said
Mrs. Simpson to her nephew, as they
sat upon the porch. enjoying the calm
of the still Sabbath afternoon. al am
sure you could find just as good q wife
in POdville IS anywhere"
Mr.. Blake ran his fingers through iis
heavy locks and gazed rcfectiyely AZ
be toe of his boot.
Il saw an uncommon lot of hats" he
answered, thoughtfully. at last; '.but I
sat back. you know, where / couldn't
SEQ much else. And 1 am sorry to say.
Aunt Margaret, there was no individu-
atty to be discovered about those hats
very little variety. the principal differ
cnce being that whereas half of them
had pink ribbon on them. the other
halt had blue-Tlcro was something
taat struck me-, though-not a hat. bu.
the dearest, cunningest, ~sauciest littlo
white s%un-bonnet, with puffs, and lace,
and blue ribbon all over it. Character
enough there. 1t showed in every lit
lie tuck aud frill. l was afraid soma
nj would catch me staring at it. Yes,
Aunt Meg. | did fall in love to-day, but
. couldn't see the lady's face. She
would look straight at the minister's
face all tho time"
And where else should she look9
That WAS Sallie Arm Hopkins, from
Cane Creek. FL take you over ant
introduce you, il YOU like"
When Eustace Blake went back TO
she city, he took Sallie Ann with him,
and she was Mrs. Blake.
And you fell in love with me first al
church," asked the rosy little wife as
hev were whirliug of.
No" said Eustace, mo till after.
yard. 1t wa there | fell in love with
your ~sun-bonnet"
A Spanish City at Nigh.
AS the shades Of evening descend,
This whole street, illuminated with
amps. torches and psrti-illumined
with lanterns, becomes a fairy scene.
The cafes are thcn crowded to reple-
zion; youthful eyes flash love at each
other over glasses of snowy Horchatas;
old men sip their spiced cognac aud
ircam OF the isles of the blessed, and
Aery politicians rave and stamp and
'eem ready to tear each oil sr in pieces.
Here a group Of artists discuss a pic
.iire; there a couple of padred are try
ing their hands at cards; here is .
Soung militdire fresh from Madrid,
covered with spangles, and as gay as a
peacock; and there in hat corner-can
rou believe your eyes!-the veritable
sid beggar that you just saw on the
street. investing the piestA that you
gave him in q n~ight-cap of i~nvigorat-
ing cordial. Every rank in society is
represented; every variety Of color and
costume flashes out beneath those bril-
aant lights, while your ears as assailed
W the din Of voices, the tinkling Of
glasses, the sharp click Of the dice on
.he marble table. intermingled with
The strains Of delicious music. This is
De las Siarpes by night. Would you
sot like to see it? It is a phantasma-
yoria Of splendor; 1t is a babel of con-
%'usion; it Is a page from the Arabian
Nights Entertainment supplemented
ny sundry passages from the Here de
- Mancha."
NJ ~ Mar. r..,I;n~ l. A.,