The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1885-12-25

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mortgage-arrived. Itmadeh him more
fretful for several days, and gave a
bitter flavor to his remarks about
some of his more prosperous relatives,
but it did not occur to him that he
could do anything to prevent their be-
ing left homeless and penniless. Nor
did it occur to Argyle either, though
she thought ofmany plans for herself
OF taking in sewing, OF trying to get q
few scholars among her neighbors'
children-only feeling that it would be
quite impossible to do or undertake
anything which would necessitate her
going away from her father, and leav-
ing him without any one to attend to
the little things on which his daily
comfort SO largely depended. Summer
with it's long joyous days seemed to
have been left a great distance behind,
as the weeks went on bringing short
dark days of colder weather, and she
tried to economic in their fuel and
food and clothing, and to devise some
thing she could sell instead of having
the row of purchases grow longer and
longer every week.
OF course, she made little Roadway.
Her experience was very small, and
Aunt Dilsey, the cook, like most me-
groes, had an invincible dislike to
economy, and could not understand
there vas any real need for it with
cher ole masters folks" "Jes' one
dat chile's whims!" she grumbled to
herself-for though she was perfectly
devoted to Argyle, she could never
realize that she had grown beyond
childhood.
So Argyle's efforts were generally
bafled by, "Now, honey, yo' know
dere amt nebber been any anti-moist-
ure 'twixtyo' folks an dere neighbors,
an we'se got to receive dem all with
coming hostility. Needn't talk to
me, chile bout indignant Circumstance
es! Yo' is young, an yo' mustn't
'sturb yo'self. LEI it all to Dilsey-
she'll vide yo' wild a dinner dat old
marster kin eat-yo' see now!"
But Aunt Dilsey, willing as her heart
was, and broad as were her shoulders,
made a very Intellectual dyke against
the threatening food.
cts all over" said Mr.. Meriweath-
er feebly, as he camel in from the post
Office the last evening of December,
and drawing his chair close to the
small fire, tried to warm his cold
hands. "Argyle, my poor child, we
will have to leave our home next
month"
"Papal" cried Argyle-she had ex-
pected the blow q long time, yet it
seemed to her when it actually came,
&c sc - hal hnax. n o~oa Affav
what seemed to her an endless inter-
val, she asked doubtfully. papa,
where are we going then?"
81 don't know" he replied with a
mixture of resentment and fretful per-
plexity in his tone, which at once
brought Argyle to his side to caress,
and comfort him with vague words of
hope and cheer that sounded woeful-
ly hollow to her own sinking heart.
at is very strange" atlast observed
her father querulously, "that it has
been five months since your cousin
Sam has entered the house. He used
to bea frequent visitor-in and quito
the house like my own son-but now /
suppose he is like other fair-weather
friends and fears being called upon to
help us in adversely"
ooh, no, papa, / don't think that
would keep Sam away. Besides, you
know, he is with his regiment, and
may not have been able to getleaveof
absence"
"He has been at homefor the Christ
mas holidays" replied her father
shortly. "Tom Chadwick met himthe
day he arrived a week ago."
Argyle did not reply.
HAS he written you one liner"
asked her father.
mo-" answered Argyle feebly, ''but
I don't believe Sam has forgotten
she was interrupted by q brisk knock
at the door.
"Come in" called Mr.. Meriweather,
and Argyle stole q little farther back
into the shadow of the door, intend
ing to make her escape unnoticed.
She had burned the front breadth of
her alpaca and torn the sleeve, in her
efforts to restrain Aunt Dilsey's Gu
linarv extravaganza and her hair had
tumbled down in O. confusion OF curls
from it's coil.
Sans CHEEKY voice replied, and the
familiar comfort OF the sound brought
a throb of delight to Argyle's heart.
'Are you all by yourself, Uncle
James? | have been trying hard to
get q bit of business done, in order
that / might get here in time to wish
you a happy New Year, and give you
some proof / had remembered you.
You must let me have the pleasure of
IL IN my own wav. uucle.v he said af-
f~ectionately. Then he poked the en-
bers into a bright blaze, and added
eagerly, "Where is Argyle?"
"Why, she was here only few min
utes ago." said her father, looking
around uncertainty.
: well, never mind" said Sam, but