The Red Cloud chief., 1883-12-14
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| gether about her own stout little body.
1t was much too tight over another
dress and the sleeves were too long,
but she pushed them up, then she
slipped of her shoes and put on . pair
of cunning little slippers with high
heels, then tied on a-big satin bonnet,
and with a dainty little fan in her hand
she was ready
"She trailed up to an old looking.
glass that hung on the wall, and was
perfectly aston; shed. What q beautiful
little lady she made with those pretty
things on! She paraded up and down
Broadway, smiled. and bowed, and
courtesied. and then imagined that she
was at q party sweeping about with q
long train. chatting and laughing with
most charming people. 1t became 80
real to Winnie that she actually talked
it all out. She sailed up to a bag of
feathers, bowed low, and inquired after
the health of Mrs. Fitzailan and her
children.
.But bark! what noise was that? Was
somebody coming? Yes. somebody was
coming up stairs as fast as possible
two somebody's. and they walked
straight into the room. It was mamma
and Mr.. Denise; Mr.. Denise was an
artist.
"A large old oil painting stood in the
attic. 1t had been injured in Z
way and mamma wished him to see il
it could be restored.
''POOr Winnie! She gathered up her
long trail and scampered as fast as she
could. with such high heels Gathering
behind her. 1t was Of NJ use to try to
hide, though. they were right upon her.
MIR. Den Sc laughed heartily. and de-
clared he must have her picture in that
dress, but Winnie saw something in
mammals eyes that perhaps the gentle
man did not. Mamma was certainly
very much surprised, and not pleased.
They soon went away. and just as
Winnie had put the last thing back into
the chest Aunt Lena's bell tinkled up
the stairs rs a signal that recitation
come.
THAT afternoon, just after dinner, .
fine carriage drew up before the door.
and took in mamma, grandma and
Aunt Lena; then it rolled off through
streets, out of the city, over
smooth roads, to Clifton Park; 3 long
ride on a lovely afternoon, that is what
Winnie lost. This drive had been
a week ago and she had looked
to it with delight. But on they
among trees and flowers and sweet
air, while she sat at home trying
her tears to make out seven
times nine
lit was hard. But when mamma
had heard her laundering and stumbling
her lesson. she had said to |
grandma: 1t will almost break my heart
o leave that dear child at home this
afternoon. but something must be done
20 break up this miserable habit she has
VI dailying over her lessons and play |
ng, when she knows very well she
be hard at work. My little girl
nay better shed a few tears to-day
han to grow up disobeying her con-
did she grow up to be . good wom-
mp" Mabel asked.
.'Ask Uncle WILL" grandma said,
With a slya.gglance that way.
Ibid the art st vel paint her picture
With the gold satin skirt and the blue
'atin bOnnet?"
"Yes, he did"
"Have you evcr seen it?:"
"Yes: and so have you"
"Where:?" said Mabel, with wide
pen eyes.
lin this very ROOM"
"Why grandma! Do you mean that
'icture over the piano.? Why. that is
lunt Alice"
"Didn'tyou know" whispered grand
IA. "that your auntie had two Names
lice Winifred?"
'O-hr' said Mabel, and then she
ank back in the large chair and looked
t Aunt Alice sitting by her husbands
ide reading.
The gas light shown upon her bright
air and made it look like gold. and her
Thite dress fell about her in soft folds.
Ter happy face looked as if she never
isobeyed her conscience.
Mabel thought within herself: II am
lad 1 know that good, dear, sweet
unit Alice was naughty sometimes. 1t
ont seem such an im-pos-si-biI-ity for
lie to be good some time" But she only
aid: "Grandma, 1 believe 1 like mod
m history best, and / shall tell that
tOry every single word to Joe and
eddy and Mabel when they come over
spend the day. Every word, grand
la."-Ars. G. n. Livingston, M The