The Red Cloud chief., 1884-08-22

Cousin Geog Was there. strong. quick
and Kind. seemed to know BY in
tuition all plans that Cs'hy wished
10 CARY q in her little world. and ST.
leply eel ked her in them.
In the year that followed jane and
Mafia began their careers; o as pro-
fe.sor of Greek the other a. q student
Of medicine. They did not come home
again.
..What with the habits Of their TN
fortunate father. and poor stupid Cath
~arine.'' they said. 1.-THE atmosphere OF
home was sitting. All mental life died
in it."
But home and poor stupid Caihy
grew every day dearer 10 Nr. Waring.
His old tastes and hab -. his finer na-
ture, revived under the sunshine Of his
da iy life. He sought out old friend.
whom he had AVOIDED for years. and
brought them 10 the house to present 10
his daughter. He struggled desperate
IL all tina; winter 10 break loose from
the YOKE he had carried 50 long.
His property had been largely spent.
some Of it lost in poor investments, and
his income had become quite small.
Catherine discharged the two servants,
and took the whole management OF the
house. Yet, with the sharpest economy.
she found herself not able to keep il up.
If | were not such Il Ounce" sha
said to herself. She cou q not teach.
She was not a musician nor an artist.
She could not write anything but let
ters, and she was very anxious about
the grammar and spelling OF them.
She anew nothing about fancy work or
art embroidery. But she was an admi-
rable seamstrcss. She took in some
plain sewing that winter. and worked
AT night, and sd paid the bills.
One evening in May Mr.. Waring
came home late. He was pale and his
eyes shown with rcpressed excitement.
But oathy Il 4 not observe il. She kept
herself in the shadow of the ~coifee-urn,
and spoke but little. Cousin George,
who had that very day returned from
California, saw that her little rouni face
was red with crying. but SAID nothing.
'N HI. what IS the matter, my child"
exclaimed her father. as they rose from
the table and came into the light.
.'Oh. nothing, father. Only a letter
from Jane. She and Maria are doing
90 much. filling a place in life.' she
says; and she asked me if there was no
work for me in the world. no talent
which could cultivate. There don't
seem TO be any. really" LOOKING up nj
Ecr father with %quisering Gin. 1t
seems as if | never could learn any
thing, no matter how hard | tried.
Jane says | spelled psalm in nv last
letter sam l must have been in n
great hurry, FOR | do know that word
LET Jane find her own work." said
her father. ''Book-learning is a good
thing, Cathy, but there is wisdom and
WORK. 100, outside Of books and the
.hools. AS for your work"-his voice
grew hoarse. He stopped, came up 10
her. Is she stood before the fire. and
been--O Cathy. YOU have saved me,
| was going down into hell, and you
have brought me back. have drunk
my last drop. with Gods help"
Cathy held his head close to her
breast. patted and stroked the gray hair
and worn ace with unutteraDle tender
ness. kissed and cried quietly Over him,
but said not q word.
Tell her your plan, George" said
Mr.. Waring, in y broken voice. '.Such
good news. Cathy.."
Your father is not in any business
here. Catherine, as you know. | pro-
posed TO him to 90 with me to san
Francisco and begin life yer again. rs
my partner. He was very kind to me
when | was a boy, and 4 feel sure we
can work well and happl y together"
Cousin George watched Catherine
keenly as she nodded and smiled and
bent over her father with glad. shining
eyes, the tears still stealing down her
cheeks. He felt that the time had
come to speak.
Il prophesieG once. he said. that the
little dunce' would be good for SOME
thing. We all have found that she is
worth so much she is so true. SO good.
$ necessary 10 everybody who comes
near her. that | am sure she viii he rs
highly appreciated in California as she
is here, and SO must keep house for me.
Is well as for uncle. What do q say.
Cathy?"
"Neil, if it's necessary she said,
smiling through her tears, Il will keep
house for both of YOU And with her
arms still about her fathers neck, she
held out her hand Ia Cousin George
Rebecca Harding DauiS, ia loaN'S Conn
patton.