The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-12-05
MARGERY's UNCLE.


branches of appl and cherry blossoms. Gtlr-
lands of spring flowers twinel the chancel
rail and crept down TO tho brides feet. One
daring cluster bad fallen on the velvet cush-
ion.
''Margery will kneel on crushed flowers"
whispered a romantic American girl.
"And a nice stain 1t Will mako on her we'd
ding dress, (" replied a German matron. See,
she has put it aside. The beautiful fraulein
has much sense"
Fraulein Nargery, kneelIng, had taken up
the cluster of daisies. They were still in her
hnnd when she came down the aisle.
Margery Sherman was an orphan. yor
six years she bad been at the school in Heidel-
berg. The last few months Uncle Jack had
taken rooms in the town, in an old house
with a balcony looking toward the castle.
On the floor above lived Robert Brown, a
young American physician; and from this
arrangement had come about the American
wedding at the Church of the holy Three
Kings. The three bridesmaids wore fancy
wreaths about their dainty straw hats. AMI
baskets of pansies hung from the belts OF
their cream-colored dresses Tbs church lay
In a market place, and the market women
stood in groups about the door. Young DR..
Brown, catching a glimpse of their smiling
faces, thought no sweeter greeting could
come to his young bride on her wedding day.
and Uncle Jack, giving q handful Of silver 10
the nearest woman, said in q voice that broke
a little;
"spond IT among youi you are all Mar
gery's friends."
The Royal London circus, on its summon
tour, was advertised to perform in Bristol.
The manager had previously sent to that city
Timothy Twycrax, "world-rcnowned clown
and tumbler, j" TO find and to hire half q dozan
little girls. Timothy Twycrass hated the
commission. Undor tho red and white
stripped jacket beat a tender heart. This
heart had often ached for the neglected chill
dren, who for one evening were transformed
from the rags OF their wretched garrets into
tho glory of tlnsled fairies The first per-
Torrance in Bristol was over; the dressing
maid was washing from the children's cheeks
the only tint Of rose which, perhaps, hadever
rested there. After this Sukey would go
with them in a cab to their respective homes.
isn't she q pretty little dearl' said the maid
to Timothy, wrapping the shawl around the
youngest Of the group. Timothy came nearer.
His hideous costume aud painted face did not
brighten the child, and she stretched out her
little arm to touch his belt of bells
"Mefcifpl Heavensl" cried Timothy; for
thoro were bruises on the arm and shoulder.
The heart under tho red and white stripes
beat angrily, and the voice SO used to uttering
insane nothings sounded strange as he asked
an older girl IL this little child had a mother.
"No,n she answered. "Her don't belong TO
nobody. Missus treats her dreadful, and
then the master beats missus. He's good to
sis when he amt drunk
"Sisf' and Sukey looked inquiringly.
Her amt got no name. Missus always
calls her Sis. Master calls her Little UNI
"You can take tho others home, Sukey. 1
shall carry this baby" And wrapping his
travelling rug about the little waif, Timothy,
forgctful of Lis attire, strobe out in the night.
A crowd fingered about the booths where the
two-headed woman held a soiree and the al
bino children winled with their pink eyes.
Timothy made his way through the people.
II was but a few steps to the old tenement
house from which the child was brought.
''Missusn had never seen n clown, and
when Timothy threw open the door and cried,
'Do you call yourself a woinanf' she
screamed Historically: What have 1 donei
Let me gol' But perceiving the little girl,
she realized that the strange appearance was
no avenging tiend, and began to scold.
81 hate the child" she said. She's
naught. Her father was my brother. He's
dead now. If you like her SO well you had
better keep her. Go along with you bothl'
Tn little cheek was laid close against Tim
othy's face; O faint, frightened voice said, 81
will be good" And tie man knew an he
drew his trembling burden closer than he had
taken the Guild forever.
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Timothy was dressed in his best aud stood
at the door Of St Paul's rectory.
The world-renowned clown and tumbler
never felt SO manly as when he entered the
minister's study and said: "Ive a child l
want hristened. I'm going to furrin parts
next week. I'd like it done in England. /
don't know much myself; but l want to bring
her up right. I've mostly tumhled up
Then he told the child's story unconsciously
telling his own. Timothy was awkward and
i'll at ease, but the few words he said came
to the minister like q strong chord of music
tenderly sustaining the song Of a little child.
Tomorrow will be Ehster day. There
will be a baptism at St Paul's. Bring your
little daughter at g."
Timothy bowed. He knew very little
about Easter, excepting that in Easter
holidays the audiences were always large.
What are you going TO call herr asked
Sdkey, as she dressed the child in white and
put on the little shoes and stockings.
"Biargery, for mother, u said Timothy.
Sukey went to the church with 'tMlla
Elise Viviani, the famous rope dancer and
the l~ovelies. lady in the land"
They sat in one of the front slips. Neither
Of them had seen a christening before.
Mile, Elise held the prayer-book upside down
She had never learned to read. Sukey said
amen when the minister's wife did; but
Timothy, who had in some way attained
quito Il high degree Of culture in reading,
writing and ciphsring, was able TO take an
a~ppreciative interest
The vain pomp and glory Of the world"
said he, following the service. THAT means
the circus. The child mustn't have anything
- a -se il ~ - -
when she finishes with her books I'll finish
the business III have a good bit in the bank
them
FOR the first time in his life Timothy felt
ashamed of his profession.
1t was Margery's I4th birthday, and with
Uncle Jack she wal taking tea in Frau lips
shady garden. Frau Zip WINS the landlady Of
a very quiet and respectable pension, and
here John Sherman came whenever his bust
ness arrangements allowed him a few hours
In Heidelberg.
John Sherman was a reserved, rather sad
looking man Of about AZ He paid his bills
promptly, made the servants suitable pres
ents, and Frsu Zip a remembrance every
Christmas He impressed his German land.
lady as a mysterious man.
For two long years she had been investigat-
Ing her dodgers probable occupation; but at
the end Of all her conjectures and theories she
was not wiser than in the beginning.
Margery had no relative but Uncle Jack.
She could remember no life but days at school,
sometimes in France, sometimes in Germany.
now and then a week Of holidays or an after
noon with her uncle. 1t was an old fashioned
garden full OF shadows that seemed to come
down from the vine-covered hills The hills
grew redder as tue shadows fell on them
"Uncle Jack said Margery suddenly, ~
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