Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-02-26

ing strange one, may rouse her. i
went to the bedside and, STOPPING
over, spoke in my natural voice; still
no movement, no response; the still
ness seemed fearful, unearthly. / saw
the mothers look of hopelessness as
she sank down on her knees by the
bed burying her face in the tiny
hands. A thought, born of my own
desperate despair at her agony, struck
me. "Mrs. Young" / asked, 'have
you the red cap and spcctacles Of San
Ia Claus, that you were telling me
about? let me have them" Mrs. De
Bee and the doctor looked at me, as if
l had suddenly gone mad, but the
mother, getting up and going among
the baby's toys, gave the things in my
hands, saying, 81 understand you,
God bless your effort"
Putting them on went to the bed,
and STOPPING over, said, in the voice |
had assumed before, through the air
shaft, "Did you want me, little Grip
No response, no movement of the mar
BILE figure. | leaned still closer, till my
face nearly touched hers, and saying
again, "What is it, little girl?" l felt
q slight movement, if it was one, in
the lips, breath on my cheek, as if it
were one breath and no more. | rails
ed my finger for no one to stir. At
that moment we held life and death in
our hands as each one fought for the
mastery.
Again l called, once, twice, three
times, each time waiting for an answer
ing breath. spoke again, and then a
noroont oh cbiuor ro,, tbrOnpb tbn If
tie, wasted frame, and oh. the ecstacy
of that moment, her blue eyes opened
wide and wondering upon mine, and
the tiny hands moved feebly, while |
went on talking. "Santa Claus heard
his little girl was i'll and has come to
make her we'll" Every voice was
hushed but mine. as / gradually sat
down by Tot, holding her hands and
administering the stimulants, which
she took from me as if in Il pleasant
dream. / talked on for over an hour
to the darling-she seemed my darling
now-talking only now and then, SO as
not to weary her, but every time |
made movement to leave her, she
held my hand tighter in her feeble lit
tie way At last, after hours of fright
fully quiet suspense, little smile stole
family around the corners of Toty's
mouth, and she opened her lips to
speak; | held my head nearer and made
out the faint words, "Mr. Sanity Taus.' ~
When afterwards Toty fell into IL natu-
raj sleep, the doctor said everything
must be kept very quiet, and the moth
er had better get rest, for the baby re-
quires days of care, and she must nus
band her strength. Santa Claus had
better be nurse for the present" So
the mother laid down on the lounge
and | watched beside Tot. | thought
how they both seemed like my very
own, and | wished-but no matter
what | wished or determined there and
then.
February 14th, ST. Valentines Day.
Little Tot is well enough to be trotting
about the room below, and happiness
has settled on all the house again, but
myself. | have felt more alone than
ever; these few peaceful days with Tot
have passed away, and | seem to have
no one now. Dear me, how dull the
fire is. and how dingy and dirty every
thing looks that miserable snow al
ways coming down. hate it. What
a miserable. beastly climate this is, to
be sure"
Mrs. Young, though grateful, is very
silent when we met at table; no more
condolences about Tot, no more any
thing.
Coming up from dinner find q
package on my table, evidently avalon
tine. Who could think of me sufficiently
to send such a bulky looking thing?
open it, and out drops my red cap and
Notwithstanding else. am disap,
pointed. | take up the red cap, to put