The Red Cloud chief., 1885-12-04

f"",i ica'c II 10 ioi- Alr. Kyle, II
I'm not the checriu!est person.
Poor Officer Kyle grey. We: more CON
fused under this c~iiusive stylr If con-
vc-satIon. but, finding il necessary 10
make . plunge into the talk. be he
marked boldly that Mr-. Tru.s.l was.
indeed. - cheerful a person Is he ever
remembered 70 have met.
Mamie. who had a. kind 4 little
heart a. ever beat beneath a muslin
k"rchlrf, came TO the rescue. She
| played moi only What Are the Wild
Waves Saying but other melodies
more to the taste Of the 9talwart visitor.
| and sang in a clear. modest .oprano.
Officer Kyle head was COMPLETELY
turned. he felt be had rushed
| upon his destiny. In vain he looked in
the direction Of the widow IN the hope
that she might retire. The widow APP
p~r"priated the glanccs with a battered
smile and chatted Oh. She showed her
aatograph-album and her dauch-
ter :; she exhibited her collection Of
stcrcCsc"pic views. and gave him the
biography, sOfar a sac knew. Of every
p ron whose portrait had "A place in
her photo@raPh-album.
At one page. from which looked the
face II a youth with a wcll-nur.urcd
black mu-'achc and Il pplka-iOtted
n"chtIe. Mrs.. Trus.cl was discrectlv
silent.
''is this another cousin Of Yours"
asked the visitor, inv ardly wishing 90,
h"w ~deyoutlyD that it was Mamie,
>h2pcly finger turnin" the leaves for
NM The widow shook her head in
reply 10 the questions.
"A nephew, p .rhap,?" vcnturcd OF
iicer Kyle, not III the least caring what
the relationship might be.
No relative at aII-yct," the
unctupuS widow returned, in the fullest
enjoyment Of the mystery.
Yet: repeated the guileless man
biankly.
You'll have to ask Mamie how
soon he wtU be- continued Mrs. Tru.-
sci, coming ont Of her shade Of MS
ncI-m into the blandc>t sunshine IF
confidence. There aru-" Il throb from
the simple heart of the listener that
lodged iciplc,Sly in his throat. choking
him. lie dared not lift his honest eyes
from TIA" book, but kept them fixed on
80 l"-H van ~ jun " bi'"
he hated p~Olka-dottcd ncchtirs, A. for
Mamie, she caught the last two SEN
fences and turned about with flaming
face.
Mother she protested, what are
You Saying?' Her eyes fell on the
panied face Of the distressed. foolish
Grrathcart on the sofa by her urbanc
mother. and she lost the power to say
more. There SWAN a mist before her
eyes. officer Kyle forced TO look up.
caught a glimpse Of her flying blue
skirts As she flirtcd them out If the
room. The realization that She was
| gone aroused the combativcness which
circumstances had cultivated To so high
"A degree in the sturdy policeman. He
determined Ia fight. He began a seem
ing retreat.
Il have kept you up long enough
he said, rising with 4 decision that
checked Mrs. Trussel's vehement cx-
postulations.
Say goodnight To Miss Mamie for
me. And may | come tomorrow At
one O'Clock and see you alone for a
moment? | want To see you about
some particular business
The rclict Of the late Captain James
Richard TruSScl. being Of a mind that
no time was 80 good as the present,
quericd; why not now?'
NO, not now returned the deter
mined guest. and. repoSsc>Sing himself
of his helmet and the lightc,t and most
useless of canes. marched ont in the
moonlight with a stride ~ martial as
if he were leading an onslaught against
a barricadc.
4 middlc-accd lover is the most in
fatultcd of his kind. The hitherto
practical brain of duty-lovin@ Police
man kytc WAS a. full OF visions. for the
noncc. as Il poets. His dreams that
night after he left the widows house
wer" broken by floating phantomS of
golirn-headcd. dovc-oyri maiiens.
They iloalcd about the lumber docks.
they diyci into the ri,cr-icgionS of
thcm-and he was positively relieved
when morning broke. even though he
aw"hc - the consciousness # 4 rival
for his love. The days familiar mo-
notonv seemed strange and unreal.
This inward tumult was something
quite foreign t. Officer kvtc'S ordinary
placidit,. hut at last the hour for dim
ncr came and he hurried TO the home
Of Widow TruSScl.
she WAS waiting for him in the par
10y. dressed ia a morning gown OF tan
colorcd brocad". ana She wore some
gcramium leaves in her hair. She
looked Very large IL her guest Is he
entered. and very ovcrw hcimin~.
Il hope I'm ON time" he said. sit
ting down cornrr-wise on a very un-
comfortable chair.
Take this rocker. do" cried the
widow.
&c. I'm quite comfortable" said the
officer. crossing his feet n~"rvcuSlv and
increasing them aba>hed. II can't
stay but u minute. anyhow. Is Miss
Mamie out?" he inquired.
Mamie? q. YES. Nannie's out" her
mother returned iudiifercutly.
I'm glad of that" said the officer.
thinking he would manage the difficult
task better in her absence.
Are you?' laughed the widow. self
consciously. When She laughed he
could no; help noticing what remarka-
bly, fine teeth she had for i woman Of
her age.
Well. Mrs. TruSSrl." he said. bring
ing himself UP desperately 10 the point.
u may a. well come 70 my business nj
once. l know I'm getting on in
VearS-
Not at all" broke in the widow.
protesting with both plump. white
hands. one of which bv some mad
ver;ence fingered upon the blGc sleeve
Of the polcCmanS uniform.
"IeS. | am" said he. with the air OF
n man who wished t. hc particular