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

them with mOtner thanks, as IOty s
Valentine to him.
February Sd. Came home this even
ing, found every one excited over the
coming st. Valentines day. Lolo and
Nina especially delighted over the val
entines they were sending out to their
friends, and each hoping they would
receive the larger number this year.
81 had twenty-five last Valentines
Day." said Nina, "and do you believe,
Mr.. Temple, one was an offer and had
lovely ring for me to accept, but papa
would not let me keep it, and how
could l." she added with naivete,
keep it, if ! didn't know who sent
it?'
| have been sketching and writing u
little valentine for Tot, and must send
Lolo and Nina handsome one.
While | have been painting Tots
valentine, the night had sped on, and
| saw it was after one o'clock. | was
just sitting down to smoke my last pipe
before the CRATE fire, when | heard the
mother sing, $50 to sleep, my baby,
my baby" The song went on for
mur of tiny voice, 90, mamma, Use
81 UlyCu, sc 81 tlycu.
"My darling, what can mamma do,
where is my baby tired?'
'In my froat, and my head"
February 4th. Mrs. Young was not
at breakfast this morning, and Mrs. De
Bee said, go Mr. Temple, L am sure
you will be sorry to hear that Mrs.
Young's little girl is very i'll. The doc
tor pronounceS it scarlet fever. | have
been up with her since four o'clock,
and my heart aches for her, she is so
alone, not friend in this big city. /
wish | could do more for her."
Good motherly heart, l thought, you
are always doing kindnesses for those
who are with you. A quietness reigns
over the house, every one moves softly
about, no one sings, the piano is silent,
even st. Valentines Day is forgotten,
and our greetings at the table are gen
orally, "How is Tot?' "How is the
little oneP" The vacant place at my
side makes me feel uncomfortable, the
whole house is changed to me, by this
unoccupied scat.
February 9th. This night as | sat
thinking by the fire, my pipe the only
soother, thinking, thinking, ever think
ING of one face and one voice, there
came little timid knock; at first
thought it might be my Imagination,
when again it came. l sprang to open
the door and saw Mrs. Young standing
there in long white wrapper; before
/ could speak, she said, laying her
hand on my arm, "Oh, would you 90
for the doctorP | went downstairs,
but Mr.. De Bee is not at home, and his
wife has been up with me SO many
nights, and / could not wake her, and
oh, my baby is SO sick" She said this
quietly, but with such q look of unshed
tears in her eyes, answered, 81 will
90 at once, and have the doctor here in
moment. DR.. Warner, suppose?'
Yes" and she went away, while |
hurried on my top coat, and rushed
out, meeting blast of icy wind, and a
whrl of binding snow, rs | went
down the steps. | had not heard the
storm, which had been raging for hours,
in the quiet of my own room and my
own thoughts, and already the streets
were deeply covered with snow.
found DR.. Warner at home, and would
hardly give him time to hastily dress,
so impatient was for him to come at
once.
We entered the front door and going
up to the room found Mrs. De Bee
there before us, and anXiously await
ing our arrival.
II am afraid doctor, you are too
late; come in. | stood back, but Mrs.
De Bee mOtioned me to enter, and the
mother looked up as if she too wished
it. | came and stood by the bedside.
There lay little, wee little Tot; for the
first time | saw fully her face. The