Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1884-01-31

Clara's grasp Of her hands relaxed.
Then, with white face and sorrowful
eyes, she stood up and looked at her
two tiny sleeping boys. Then on hel
knees she fell, and stayed in earnest
prayer until she heard the stcalthy foot
| steps creep down the stairs, and the
front door closed; and then she stole to
the window of her darkened room,
and, looking out into the lamp.
lit street, watched quick walking
| figure in an old country woman's cloak
with a deep cape, and a large poke bon.
net, such as her old neghbor always
wore; and she knew that the young
man had escaped in his mothers
clothes.
| One of the most old-fashioned houses
in an Old country town was Miss Grey
brooks. A steep flight of Immediately
clean steps led from the pavement of the
| High street to her hall door with its
shining brass knocker and bell-hand!e.
On each side of this hall door was q
large bay-window, just high enough to
make it announcement for any one to
brook when they were in the street and
she was tending her flowers in the win
dow. At the back of the broad hall that
went straight across the house there
were steps leading down into large,
we'll kept gardens, and these were in
| closed by a substantial brick wall that
effectually protected the fruit and flow
| ers from pilfering finger.
Inside the house everything was eX-
prcssive of wealth and solid comfort.
Miss Greybrook herself was regarded
by the towns-folk as peculiar, but her
peculiarly being accompanied by riches,
| she was never made to feel it unpleas-
antly. In person she was tall and
angular, and a pair of piercing
black eyes that shonc. out in vivid
contrast to her gray hair gave her re-
markable appearance. Her caps were
always made high and her dresses
shorter than anybody else's. and she
made no change for fashion or favor.
Now this old lady was Mr.. Tom
Craven's godmother. And on the very
cold, dull winter morning, of VIII CHI 1
have now to speak, she had risen from
her high backed cha r in front of the
! bright steel fender at sound of the post
mans knock, and advanced to meet the
elderl v servant who brought in the let
tiers on a silver salver.
"None from him." said the old lady,
when she was alone again, turning over
four letters eagerly in search of hand
writing that was not there Poor and
proud. like his father! Well. I've seen
much folly in my time, but if he refuses
my offer. 1 question if there is com
panion idiot for such man.
| 1t was three weeks since she had writ
ten to Tom Craven. addressing her let
ter to the Office OF Brown 4 Co., by
whom she thought he was still en-
ployed, and offering TO overlook the
hideous m;stakc he had made in marry
ing Appendices otphan-girl, and to de-
vote a substantial sum TO further his
prospects in life. On the very morning
that she was bewailing openly
her godson's pride, and secretly her
! own, our friend Tom received reply
to the letter he had sent to Brown 4
Co., politely reSretting that they could
do nothing further to help him, and in
closing Miss Greybrook' letter, which
had been lying nearly three weeks ut
their office
Clara, with the sadness of the last
nights struggle still upon her, ran
down the r.ckety stairs at sound of the
postman's knock, and received the let
ter for her husband When she arrived,
GREATNESS. ut the top floor again. she
watched his face rs he opened it. The
few polite lines from the business men
fell unread to the ground. while the
envelope they inclosed was torn eager
ly open. Clara looked over his shout
der and read, too, and then with one
glance at the renewed light and vigor
in his worn. anxious face, she reln-
quished her role Of bravery. and cried
out the misery of months in his arms.
Bobby walked and BERTHE crawled to
the scene of action. and seeing their
mother in tears, lent shrill aid to the
chorus. Upon which they were kissed,
blessed and cried over till they thought
the world Represented to them by their
father and mother) had gone mad.
When partial caimness had returned,
Tom spoke joyously:
Now wife, sell something of your
small store, and send telegram from
me to the dear old girl!''
Toni" cried Clara, laughing
through her tears, show disrespectfulr'
But the telegram was sent and
brought in solemn wonderment to Miss
Greybrook before ten o'clock by the
postmaster himself When once she
had the opened paper in front of her
eyes. and devoured the in
formation that her godson was
in London. and DESTROYS of seeing her
Immediately she gave orders for fy to
be in readiness to catch the next up
train. and that her fur travelling cloak
and boots should be put to the fire i'm
mediately. In the anxiety that all the
domestics felt to take share in the gen
ersl excitement, Miss Greybrook' CLOAK
threatened 10 be torn in pieces, and
When wanted. one fur boot was found
warming in front of the kitchen fire, the
other reposing on the sheep-skin rug
beside the drawing-room steel fender.
However, vouchsafing never word of
explanation, but, happily for the sanity
OF those she left behind, dropping the
telegram in the hall as she walked out
to the fly. Miss Greybrook started alone
on her travels.
The dull foggy shades of a London