The Red Cloud chief., 1882-09-29

unhappy IN ny taelisea Jea'oasy
grcs In Ms u gave me- al sorts VI foot
ish fhouShs- wanted 20 rebel agsfns'
the lie le ~sutocrat. bus tAas would b
ridiculossL I wanted 10 give her the
choice between him and me. !. anda.
eious one. I knew very well which sd
her heart would choose. Al anoshei
time ] wal ready TO take steps IN ordes
to Ind the mother. and wish the poue,
Of gold. force her 10 take hack her child
behind my wie's hack That would
be cowardly.
/ could no longer fix ms mind on busi.
ness. 1 misirustsd we mys~iL Pco-
pie asked what was the matter with ma.
/ feigned illness.
The sunshine would not let itself be
banished. and the spirit Of love va,
stronger than l. With his fam;n,
sword he drove me out. 81 mas, take
. long journey. Martha" Nv voice
trembied as ! said this. NJ wife must
have noticed il; for som.,hing like
moist. shining pity ,rembled In hcf
b. . Itiful eyes. AZ my taking leave. she
bel the little one towards me and
asked. in soft. caressiny tones: .WiIi
yoa not say adieu tn our chiidg" took
up the little one. perhaps too roughly;
ut MI events. be began 10 cry and re ,isi
my caresses. Then ! put him down and
fastened away.
i Travelled in uncertainty through the
world and behold. after the fir.t few
DAYS in addition 10 an ordinary travel.
ing companion, bad humor. there camc
another fellow who told me plainly that
] was a fool. First IL sounded like .
whisper. then louder and louder: "Toi
are n downright fool Finally. ] read
IL in the newspaper before me: Il was
traced ON the blue mountains: the loco
motive shrieked il ~ me. Yes. | be-
iicve il; why did | not then and there
turn my face ~homeward? Wei. the
fool must first travel il all before every
thing would be right again.
At lat. one day. with a violent boat
ing OF the heart. l again entered my
dwelling. What n solemn ST lines,
reigned thcre' I could not hear tho
souni Of whis- er.ng voices; my wife
came toward me: lit is very sick. yer;
sick" moaned she. cit will surely
die" tried to comfort her. Only q
short time. however. rroyel that her
fears We're but to- well grounded. Dur.
ing the night we both sat by the little
bed; she there AMI | here. Each Of a,
holding one of his little hands All,
those fevcrish pulse bcais!- every stroke
sounding like an app cal: Love each
love each other; be good We
felt eventually these throbbings and we
| the appeal. Our ewes met
full and earnest through the glittering
tears. as in q first holy vow. Words
would have seem d a sacrilcge then.
No. long after we laid our darling IN
the arm spring earth.
When we again lat down nc our table,
there was q stiffness between us; but il
not the same stiffness rs that which
the little stranger had broken in upon
with its parting: Papa" Even by
the wall still stood his high armchair
and on the little board before it lay his
spoon-scepter. Ny wife reached her
fine, white hand over the table. ond
asked: ''Did you also love i,?-at least
little?' Her voice trembled.
''My wife! my sweet, my " wife,"
called 1. Then I fell at her feet and
held herhand fast in mine. III love thee,
my wife. %. my wife"
After the first emotion had subsidized, !
pointed to the armchair: 1.-The little
came to teach us love-" whispered
''Anj when il had finished its leach
ne. 1t went again to the angels" added
she through her tears.
One day the physician stepped out OF
my wifc's room. with a smiling face.
He touched the Little armchair a. he
it, saying: LET it stand there;
lou will neei 1t again."
Really? Was it possible' Had l de-
such happiness?
As | held my wife close TO my heart
N my irrepressible joy. 1 could o for
rear to bend down TO her blushing little
ace. and say: 1--WE VIII love it dearly.
Iery dearly. Is it not so?"