The Red Cloud chief., 1884-02-29

ING, occasionally stretching OUT d paw,
or pricking up one of his silky ears;
and the yellow canary appeared to sleep
in his cage near the door, and the great
gray pa rot was quiet on her percn OP
posite the object of her contempt aad
spite. the aforesaid canary. Had you on
any one else peeped into the room on the
LETT. close by TIE sofa, the stalwart form
of Mr.. Massey would have been apparent.
his red and yellow pOcket-handkefchief
lightly thrown over his face; his hands
folded, his limbs OutstreJched. sleeping
the sleep of the just In the rocking
chair by the window sat, not slept. his
wife--she was not of a drowsy tempera-
ment-but with her usual after-dinner
recreation, volume of fiction or poetry
in her hand.
In the room to the right of the hall,
which was the drawing-room. or parlor,
as they called it, there was another
great sofa, of the good old kind which
has now ceased TO be manufactured,
and upon that sofa was stretched the
shape of Grace Massey. she, too, was
apparently lost to outside things. The
book which she had seemingly been read
ing. and which may have had the sooth-
in effect ment oned. had fallen from her
hand upon the floor; it bore the title:
Political Economy-John Stuart
MIL"
Is there any one else, sleeping or
waking, on the premises? 1t would
seem so, for there came lifting down
the broad, black stairs, the slender fig
ure OF a girl, tall and lissom. dressed
IN some soft, flowing, gray stun, car
! ryinr a book i'm her hand. and hold
ing bv the brim a broad, shady, straw
hat.
She came gliding down the stairs.
and paused in the hall, looked around
| and seemed to listen. Then, looking
into the drawing-room, she beheld the
PROSTATE form OF Grace, and smiled an
~irrepressible smile which ran yer all
/ her lace, and frightened it like a flash
of sunshine. Sine stole softly away,
and looked next into the d ming par!Or.
saw the sleep NC master and the reading
mistress OF the house, and came on
tiptoe toward the latter, who had
looked up.
"Going out. Mabelle, all alone?" asked
Mrs. Massey.
..Yes. Grace is asleep. Won't it be
fun to tel Hermann that she has actually
been seer slumbering over John Stuart
Nils Political Economy" Mrs.
Massey smiled. and shook her head.
And | want you To- tell her when she
a wakes-but don't d sturb her ON any
account--that | shall be in the hollow
on the cliif. you know. and shall stay
there till tea tine. So goodbye till
then
Mrs. Massey looked up, and the sweet
face looked down. Maoelle dropped a
kiss upon the matrons cheek, and went
away again. putting on her shady hat
is she went out into tn. sunshine.
Delicious. glowing warmth of an
August afte.nOOn-when the spicy pink,
and carnations send up an incense Too
precious to be forgotten: when the late
! roses and mignOnetteS in some forgotten
corner Of the garden blend with tina,
incense: when the trees are full of piums
and pears and summer apples; when
woods are heavy with the : ,ber greens
of ripe maturity; when the mere sensa.
ton OF being ont amongst it all gives
one a feeling of voluptuOus well be ,ngi
when ones very thoughts seem To par
take of tie haze OF heat and light which
floats in the distance. and when a doicc
far nicnte is the sweetest tninr that life
can give. And to gain sensations like
these there is n srch place in the world
as an o.~d-fashioncd %ar.en.
no BE CONTINUED.