Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-01-30

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Play something fit for an inferior Ca
pacity-'Gin a Body Meet q Body"
Sweet and piquant was the quaint
little song; and it is on record that
Miss Matte Purke. propped up against
the door outside. during the perform.
ance, and deaf to all outside calls has
not forgotten it to this day.
NOW, l can manage that, you see,,
said George, land this too, l dare say,
fl try" she went on, taking Lena's
seat with a double motive, and striking
lightly and merrily into Vivien's
song:
"In love, II love be love, II love be ours
Faith and unfaith can meier be equal powers;
Unfaith in aught is want Of faith in all.
II Is tho little rift within the Lutte,
That by and by will make the music mute,
And ever widening slowly silence all.
1t is not worth the keeping, let It go.
But shall II! answer, darling, answer no,
And trust me not at all. or all I'm ALL"
Eyes, trust me not ut all, er all in
ALL" repeated George as she rose.
THAT is my kind of song. But come,
1t is dinner-time. l think Nawr air
acts SO wonderfully upon humans that
it has no potency left for watches;
mine is all astray. l feel as if the
times were out of joint as somebody
says. l noticed yesterday that Miss
Purke's clocks were both dislocated.
Perhaps Miss Matte does it to vary the
monotony of her sisters proceedings
a very good plan, too, as far as it goes.
Now, come"
As Mary Purke woke into conscious
ness that afternoon, after her diurnal
forty winks, that consciousr ess took in
Matte, looking down upon her In an
attitude Of meditative idleness, with
the ~tea-caddy in her hand.
"I'm sure it must be tes-time," said
Mary, rousing herself with the ficti-
tious wide-awakeness of a person anx-
ious to dispel the remembrance of
stolen slumbers.
at is late," assented Matte. with
stately composure. "How tired you
must bev'
"Yes, things tire me that do not
hurt your strong frame, you aTe SO ro-
bust"
perhaps that's it," said Matte,
musingly; perhaps I'm too strong to
sleep in the daytime, and you're too
weak to help it. Let it be; only it re-
%joices my sisterly heart to ind, too,
that you o sleep so soandly at
night"
"Soundly, Martial" exclaimed her
sister. "Why. sometimes l am awake
for hours, thinking of past sorrOws.'"
"Soundly. Yes" said Matte, impa-
tiently turning herself and the CONVEX
sation, IS she always did when i
touched upon the airy sorrows of the
past. 81 think it is sound enough;
anyway the sound keeps me awake;
and if it isn't snoring. rs you say it
isn't, it's a new invented way of sigh
ing, and you'd better sel the paSent,
and buy yourself some little comforts
that you're wanting"
whats been going on, Mattie?'
asked Miss Purke, ouriously, what
was the matter with you when l-put
down my bookP"
"When you woke up" corrected
Matte, taking her seat at the tea.table,
II was just wondering who he could
be-"
''Who who could be, in the name OF
wonderp"
Don't excite yourself. my dear sis
ter, for you haven't a strong frame
like me, you know. Talking of strong
frames, hasn't he onep His shadow
swallowed me as he followed me up
stairs"
"What's the use Of talking myster-
les, Mattiep Whose shadow asked
Mary, fretfully.
"Must l fetch this cara out OF the
drawing-roomp"
Tell me who is in the drawing
room, and don't BIO so miserably
cross" said Mary. weakly abandoning
her cup, and folding her hands in be!
lap.
"Of course" said Matte, as she
reached across for the sugar-bowl as
usual, Mary not being naturally in
clined to sweeten anything to which
she put her hand Cor HEARTY. 'you
didn't hear that peal at the front doorf
l answered it myself; and if ever saw
a man out Of q book, there he was
It's well for my sisters peace Of mind
that I'm not one of the pretty girls up
there. 0 my! aren't they enjoying
themselves now though-all of them!
else he wouldn't stay so long"
''Is it a gentleman in the front
drawing-room you're speaking OFF"
Eyes, of course. though he positive