The Red Cloud chief., 1885-06-19

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The story about the wicked people
~persecutinZ innocence troubled Kose .
rood deal after she had dispatched It to
the editor. And her conscience was
not soothed By the fact that she received
thirty. dollars for il After . l0ng strug-
gle with herself. she inclined TO the
view that God could scarcely he hard
on her when He considered for what
purpose she had suspended her con-
science. A conscience was. after all.
costly luxury which not everybody could
afford to entertain. Another bicol-
ard-thunder tale. more narrowing than
the first, was composed amid tears q
prayers to God for forgiveness. It seemed
desperately bad to Roses child-like
soul. though l doubt if it contained
wickedness enough to corrupt o kitten
She sat up night after night scribbling
away for dear life, he >dless OF the pains
which shot like needle-pOints through
her eyeballs. The thought that b
was thus enabling her husband to per-
severe in his struggle against his enc
mics, that she was helping him along
the road that would surely lead him to
honor and glory. stimulated her fancy
to the boldest invention. and chased her
hand feverishly over the paper. This
time she received forty dollars and
much encouragement. But such . hor-
ror seized her. as she painfully deci-
phered the editorial compliments. that
she dared not be alone. but q out into
the street. and clasped her child on
vulsively in her arms.
You will love mamma, even though
she is bad. won't you. baby?" she
whispered. huskily, as she Rugged the
boy 20 her breast
But you a mt bad. mamma; you are
a good mamma" said the boy. with
conviction.
She took him by the hand. and led
him into the sitting-rOom. which was
also the kitchen. For q long while she
he'd him upon her lap, telling him the
most mo al of Sunday-schOol tales. hop
ing vaguely to accumulate something
to her credit in the dreadful book of the
Recording Angel. But the boy grew
re tive after awhile. and begged to he
allowed to nm out again. Then she
was again alone with the terrible
thought: Was she selling her soul for
the hope of earthly glory? was she for
feiting her eternal salvation for her
her husbands sake? All no! God was
good: He would not condemn her,
Knowing how she had worked and
struggled and suffered. She had only
to maze one effort more. to p%ersevere 3
little longer. Then there would be no
more nee | of sacrifice. Then she could
afford to be good and conscientious.
Halstead brought many distressing
tales when he came in the evenings in
tho days. 1t appeared that his enemies
were %redOubling their efforts to crush
him; particularly that INSCRIPTIONS MIR.
C was weaving his subtle net. and
had SO far been successful in keep
ing every client away from Mr.. Swim
ger 8 door. Poor Rose was dieadfully
cut up by the constant repetition of this
news. She was Overlooking with SYM
pathy for h r prosecuted husband; yet
so great was her faith in his ability that
she felt con ident that in the end justice
would prevail. She writhed under the
necessity of composing another of those
horrible and demOralizing tales, but it
was surely to be the last; because now
that Halsiead was in his right niche. he
would certainly get a chance to deliver
one of those mastery speeches OF his.
an i then the rest was plain sailing.
When she woke up the next morning
it was pitch-dark in the room.
"Whv don't you get up and make
the fire?' said Halstead. turning over
and composing himself for a little ma
tut nal nOoze.
1T II be very early" she an
swcrcd lit is pitch-dark.:"
STUFF and nonsense! It is bright
DAYLIGHT"
He gave a snort. and slumbered
peac 'iu.ic.
She arose cautiously. and fumbled for
her clothes.
"Haistead." she cried, with a voice
that pierced through him like q knife.
IL am bind"
He stumbled out of bed. and stared
at he in vague bewilderment.
Nonsense" he said; "your eyes
look all right; 60 and dip them in cold
water
A neighbours wife was called in, be-
cause Helstead did not know how to
MAKE u IRE. After breakfast he ex-
pressed regret that his business"
compelled ann to leave her. But the
Vaccinations Of his enemies demanded
on his part perpetual vigilance, If he
was in the end to conquer.
When he nad gone. Rose sat down at
the W ndow. ami stared with her sight
less eyes toward the sun. She sat thus
for q long while. scarcely needing her
ch Ia. who stood gazing wonderingly
into her face. Mrs Nolan" che said,
suddenly. to her ne ghbor's wife, twill
You CD with me to tue city?"
"Ah. yes, Mrs Swinger." answered
the kind-hearted Irish woman; II
would go with yes to Purgatory Il I
couli give ye yer sigh: back"
They crossed in the ferry. and found
the colossal building in which Mr.. c.
had his Office. After some waiting.
they were ushered into the great law
yer's presence. He Was . tall. hand
some man. with . clean-shaven fsce and
. commanding appearance.
well, Adies." he said. turning half
about IN his chair. what can / do for
you
Rose took . few steps forward. and
STOOL directly facing him. He observed
t.as she was blind. aud . soft look of
pity stole into his face. He saw how
pale and haggsrd her features we're.
and he saw. too. that once they had
been beautiful.
Il an Halstead Swinger's vito" she
said. huskly, endeavoriEg 70 fix her
wandering eyc upon him. He knitted
his brow for . moment and looked
puzzled
IL know no such man." b replied.
presently. Perhaps 1t Il my paftnes.