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

Anything for the Miss HopkinsesP"
asked = melancholy, freckled-faced boy.
all neck and elbows, poking his head
in at the door of the little, dull-reddish
station-house of Podville.
Nothing" said the worried Hooking
station-agent, scratching his ear with
his pen-''ain't nothing for nobody.
Clear outr' Adding, as the boy went
of, scraping his oes dejectedly along
the dusty boards of the platform:
''Thst feller's been coming regular as
the train all the week after something
for the Miss Hopkinses, and don't mo-
thing C me for 'em."
Rough on the Miss Hopkinses. isn't
itP' said a gentleman who had got of
the train, and was %leisurely starting up
the principal Podville street, with q
shining black valise in his hand.
And hen he forgot all about the Miss
Hopkinses and their probable disap-
pointment, until, passing a tall, cream
coIored frame house. back of yard full
Of roses, he observed the detected,
freckled boy entering the gate, and
three excited looking. bare headed
young ladies running down the walk in
the most unigniied manner, calling
out:
Ibid it como, PeterF' peter, did
it Gomez" Didn't it come, Peter7"
Those are the Miss Hopkinses." re-
marked Mr.. Eustace Blake, passing on
with q smile.
They were the Miss Hopkinses,"
two of them sisters, and the third their
cousin from Cane Creek, back q fsu
miles in the country; and while Mr..
Blake was proceeding calmly on his
way, the three young ladies were in
dulging in a series of lamentations Ok.
pressive of their intense grief and dis
appointment.
1t was a serious case. They had each
9 to the city for n new and stylish
hat. the like Of which the primitive vii
lage of Podville could not by any
means produce.
The necessity Of having them by Sun
day was imperative, and now the week
had ebbed away to the very last day,
the last train down from the city had
departed, and the cruel sentence, alto
gether blighting to their young hopes,
was passed-namely, that there was
nothing for the Miss Hopkinsesi
"All the girls'u have new hats to-
morrow but u.s." mourned Miss Geneva
Hopkins, forgetting all her q~ueenly dig
nifty, and Topping down on the sitting
room lounge with her regal head In
Grandma Green!ears basket Of quilt
pieces. -no rec
And Mrs. Sim mp-son said her
nephew from the ci-city would be at
ehurchr' sobbed Floss, who was never
troubled with dignity OF any kind.
psrching dismally upon the tablo, and
srying In her white apron.
Sallis Ann. the cousin from Cane
Creek. rubbed her little turnsd.up nose
anu pouvoo ner scarlet lips, till her
pretty mouth looked twice as large as
common 4
well, gals" said practical grand
ma, ''sulkin' round and bein' babies
amt goin' to help nothin'; you'll have
to fix up your old hats somehow or
L"Old ugly thingsr' said Geneva, con-
irving 10 send the basket on the floor
with her Juno-like elbow.
IAN out of STYLE" sobbed Floss,
%,crubbing at her round. blue eyes with
her starchy apron until the rims were
as red as Strawberries.
.Sallie Ann had been sitting by the
window, resting her short, dimpled
shin on the sill, and gazing thought
fully out at nothing; and now she said:
"Pn tell you wha: I'm going TO do.
l haven't any hat that will possibly do
10 fix over even. I'm going to get a
couple of yards of white Swiss, and
make me a sun-bonnet."
'Goodnessr' said Geneva II would
not be hired to do such a thingr'
'Me neitherr' said Floss, as indiffer-
emit I o grammar as she was TO dignity.
. why nota' asked Sallie Ann. IL
can hear the gospel as well in = sun
bonnet as anything else. l could havo
liked a nice hat, but / don't want =
txed-over hat, and / reckon my soul
will be just as safe in a sun-bonnet-
I'm going to tho store now for the
stuffn