The Red Cloud chief., 1884-09-19

and had spent many years Of bis life
upon the sea
''Du you ike America" asked Bel
Eyes. yes. like II here, it's . big
country. but like better go home TO
the Azo'. Ny woman. she have her
brother here. and so 1 stay
IL hope you will go home some day"
cred Amy, impulsively. putting on.
her hand.
'Oh. yes. tink so. write you name
IN my book before you go?" and be
proudly produced register, the giis Of
some former visitor
"You write. ANY," said Bel. and the
old miller bent over her chair, as she
entered:
Mrs. Tom Harding.
Miss Isabel Ford
He looked at the names curiousiy a
moment and said: "You husband here
little while ago. You 10 meet him
when YOU Gomez" and turning back to
the page before. pointed out:
Tom Hsr1inz. Nashville. Tenn.
Amy crimsoned bat said nothing.
eft is no you hu 5band?'' he persisted.
"Yes no-l don't know" stam-
mered Amy. Come, Bel. we must
60"
81 tink you catch him il you make
haste. said the miller placidly.
Tney were 4 little late st supper that
evening. and found the chair opposite
their own, on whose emptiness they
had congratulated themselves in the
morning. filed. The occupant was a
tall young man with genial blue eyes
and clcar-cut features. Formalities are
blown away in sea breezes, and when
he had passed the butter and the cold
meat. and Tel had responded with prof
fers Of jelly, they began To converse
qLite rs a matter of course. He said
that he had been at Sur.side in the
morning and out rowing in the ha -bor
later in the day. IL was Bel who
answered his remarks; Amy sat in
silence, occasionally flashing dark eyes
at the stranger, rs if wishing to wrest
from him his name and habitation.
1--WE were at the old IN II this after
noon," she said. with little abrupt
ness As they we e rising from the table.
Indeed" ne answered politely, cit
is called an interesting old place, be-
lievc.' and poor Amy felt that her re-
mark had been made in vain.
I'D give anything if | hadn't begun
it," she admitted to her friend as they
mounted the stairs TO their own room;
..but I'll carry it out to the end now,'
she added, dcfiantly. "If | only knew
who that dreadful Tom Harding was''
Two or three days glided by IN une-
ventful comfort. Mrs. Harding. nee
Morgan, ard Miss Ford Uttered about
the queer old streets and whiled away
pleasant hours in the bric-a-brac shops.
1t was i'm one Of those that they heard
of museum kept by 4 sca-Captain's
widow. and decided TO visit it. The
afternoon was rainy and they found the
little room well filed.
Come right in. young women" said
a hospitable voice rs they passed in the
door. Young man. hand those women
some chairs"
They were seated, and after a mo-
ment's pause the lecture went on.
''Barna les from a ships bottom"
said the lecturer. displaying some speci-
mems as She spoke. of which they form
themselves on the ships bottom and
prevent it from sailing"
Amy stilled n laugh behind her fan.
and looking around 20 avoid meeting
her friends eyes. encountered those OF
the young man who sat opposite them
at table. They exchanged glance of
sympathy and amusement
This" said the widow, ''is the head
dress OF a chiefs daughter worn at
boat-racing. of which the materials are
found in the palm-trce, and very
beautiful head-dress 1t is. Will thee
pu: it Oh, my dearP" addressing Amy.
After moments hesitancy. Amy
complied. and the curious structure
proved not unbecoming to her glowing
face and dark eyes.
"Behold thy face.
And think no disgrace.
quoted the lecturer, Offering q small
hand glass as she spoke
When the exhibition was over. Amy
and her friend fingered to ask ques-
ton or two, and were called upon to
register their names.
''One would think everybody here
kept an intelligence Office" grumbled
Amy, rs she again wrote her friends
name and her own baleful title.
And she bade good bye to her hostess
"A formality carefully observed by all
visitors s-the old lady detained her.
''Where does thee live. nv dear?"
she asked. looking kindly at the pretty
young face.
81 am visiting in New York with NV
friend Miss Ford" answered Amy with
an attempt to draw Bel into the CONVEX
sation, but the young lady was intent
on some ivory carvings. and turueI
deaf ear to the appeal.
''IS thee a married woman?" next
inquired the old lady.
Poor Amy looked up to find the ewes
of the young man fixed upon her with
decided interest.
..Yes, think so," she said. con-
fusedly, and was fain to get away.
HAS thee n good husband. NV
child?"-but the young man came TO
her rescue.
"Good-bve, madane." he said. hold
ing out his hand. 81 have enjoyed the
afternoon greatly
Il am glad thee has. friend, I like
thy faee. Come again and see me.
What is thy name, so that l may re-
member thee?"
He cast = look of mingled depreca-
ton and amusement at Amy's retreat
ing figure and answered distinctly:
Handing, Tom Harding, from Tennes-
See."
Amy did no; appear at supper chat
night, ana Miss Ford in answer to MIR.
hardings question said briefly that she
was tired.
= As they sat in their room that even
ing. they heard the twaIg of guitar
IN the parior below, and snatcIes of
song sung in a fine baritone voice.
''Oh. we ha0 such q treat last night
Mrs. Harding SAID one of the ladies,