Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1885-01-30
"Do you think, grandma,


them beautiful, deep blue asters that
they thought found in the copseP or
that it was he discovered the big
bunch of mistletoe in Greenough's s
woodsp"
"Well, not unless they ask you"
said old Mrs. Harrington, struggling
her shoulders.
For she had heard three granddaugh-
ters discussing the Dulany question
with some acrimony.
"Fm the eldest" Selma had said,
tartly, land ought to have the first
chance. If any of us is to call with
ma at Dulany Beeches, it shall be
mer'
"You always were selfish thingw
said Norma. Captain Dulany's moth
er has large library, and you knew
very well that I'm literary"
"Tm the youngest, and / don't see
why | should be poked into cor
ner always" pouted Miss Juanita-
Judith.
But Selma. by strength of years and
tongue had carried her point.
So when New Years Day approach
ed, and Aileen timidly consulted Aunt
Harrington as to what she should
wear, that matron opened her large,
light eyes with well counterfeited
amaZemept.
"You, child ~ said she. "Why,
you're not to come at all ! The girls
don't want whole drove in the par
lor. Three women are quite enough.
And you're SO young, you know"
I'm seventeen, aunt" faltered
Ailecn.
1.-TWO or three years hence will do
very well for YOU" said the relentless
elder. "Try and put such silly non
sense out of your head"
And this was why Aileen was cry
ing.
Old Mrs. Harrington understood it
all very well. She had been young
once. She saw the folly of interfer-'
ence in this particular case however.
"Dan'Ps wife likes her own way"
said she. "She amt pleasant if she
thinks any one is meddlin'. I'll tell
you what, Aileen-you and I'll 90 out,
to the big chamber over the stun barn,
and get Pomp to build us up a real,
good fire of pine logs in the old
chimbly. There's carpet-lOom there,
and a spinnin' wheel and all the.
fixin's, and I'll show you how l used
to spin flax when l was gal, and
weave rag-carpet."
will you?'' said Aileen, with
Frightening eyes. "Oh grandma, how
very, very nice that will be And can
l roast chestnuts and apples in the
ashes?-and will you tell me about
your sailor-lover that was drowned be-
fore you ever saw my Grandfather
HarringtonP'
YES" said the old lady-"yes |!
Wen hev our New Years by ourselves
me and you, child"
So Ailecn put away the pretty, lit
tie, blue merinO gown that she had re-
trimmed for New Years Day, and
dohned instead the brown Merrimac
calico that made her look like robin
redbreast and just about the time
that her three cousins were quarrel
ing for the possession of the biggest
dressing-glass to ''do" their hair, she
and her grandmother were adjusting
the ancient spinning wheel in the
stone-barn chamber, and piling wood
in the cavernous recess of the huge
fireplace.
They had very pleasant New
Years day, after all, though the tears
came to Aileen's blue eyes once or
twice, when the carriages rolled by
over the hard-frozen road toward the
house.
And at dusk she lighted the cheer
full candles, and sat down to prepare
grandma's supper, with fresh corn
cakes, baked in hot embers, according
to the recipe of Aunt Felicia, the col
ored cook, fragrant coffee, and sweet
anDleS. roasted and aatnn with craam