Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-02-06
KINDER THAN WORDS
CAN L,
Or
A SISTERS SACRIFICE.
BY
MARY OECIL HAY.
CONTINUED
CHAPTER Nv.
A SISTERS SACRIFICE.
.HY OGOAA LA
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CHAPTER Nv.

straight down upon two black hats
perched high upon the Nawr cliffs,
when suddenly a little white hand went
up to one, and, drawn away quickly,
came down upon q nearly finished
sketch.
"Come, Georgia." Iona said, with
hand and voice together, tout Of the
sunshine"
"What o photograph it would
mske!" exclaimed Georgia, looking
round the summer landscape. II have
. plan ready for maturing"
"Another, dearp"
"Another-yes. Surely you would
not restrict me to a limited supply of
plans. / intend to BIO o new kind of
old maid; to learn photography, and
travel with a donkey and two panniers
Gone for my camera, the other for my
personal baggage), photographing all
the most beautiful places l see, stop
ping where l will, and going on when
I will"
"And what am I to ~do?-have an.
other donkey behindp"
"Lena," her sister said, with a dis
trcssed elevation of her eyebrows, II
never thought l should live to near O
call George Selwyn a donkey! l shall
feel bound to tell him. By the way, l
will send home some of my poorest
specimens, now and then, to amuse
him and you. Why are you laugh
ingp"
"At the picture l have of you; and
why are we to have only the poorest
specimensP"
81 cannot afford the others; l must
form a gallery for the benefit of pos
terity. There! [ have finished my
sketch. How does Dinah's figure look,
considering it is done from memory Pr
beautiful"
"Dear me! is Dinah's your idea Of a
beautiful figurep How odd!' said
George, gravely criticising the sketch,
with her head on one siGe.
"H0w her sOn will like it!' smiled
Lena. Shall we take it to him this
afternoonP"
Eyes, pet, il you are not too tired"
"lndeed, ! am not" said Lena, ris.
ing
So, after their two o'clock dinner,
the girls started on journey of dis.
covory for the Upper Brick Hill. They
found the house at last, and entered a
rather long, low kitchen, under the
window Of one end of which, on a rude
couch, lay a nan of nearly forty years.
strongly built. but wasted and worn
and sickly, with a patient. pale face,
lined deeply, but with w~eariness, rot
care.
ibid your mother tell you we would
Gomez" asked George gently, holding
out her hand, which was rather strange
for Georgia,
A smile lighted up the mans eyes as
he answered, looking from one face to
vhe other, my mother told me of two
young ladies who were kind to her"
II am glad she said that, though il
was not truth" returned George
quantity. You are prepared to like
us, then, though we have not been
kind at allP'
This is kind, very kind" he said,
turning for IA look into Lena's swee,
face, as the sisters sat down at their
ease beside him, feeling he would be
more comfortable then.
'.Is your mother shrimping to-dayp'
"No, ma'am; she's gone to Lynn on
errands for some house in the town.
After that difficult and dangerous
breaking of the ice, the talk went on
smoothly between the three, so that,
az Gsol gle afterwards said, Before
gave him the drawing l felt he was an
artist-one Of Gods own uncultivated
artists, with ideas composed half OF
heaven and dreamland, halt Of earth
and poverty"
His delight over the sketch of his
mother was intense. and he recollected
the spot on the cliffs, although he had
not seen it for twenty years.
IL am glad and thankful to my
brothers always" he said, ''for having
carried me to so many places when /
was a boy, because | cau put real
spots in many of my pictures"
"Tou never 60 anywhere now, ]
fearP" said Lena gently.
"From here to my bed. and from my
bed here, ma am. My mother carries
me-" he added. with pitiful shyness.
Then George reminded him that
they hoped to see his drawings; and
there was an hours pleasure and
amusement owe them, while he told
the birth and history Of some Of the
fancics, n the sisters recognized
some of the scenery. And then al
last ehNT Tp@+ 20 20
"Shall we come and goo you again,
Joels'' asked George. simply, as she
stood beside him; lyon sec we know
your name"
"a curious name" he answered with
asmile. ~ don't think m ough'
TO be taken from the bible now-they
mover fit"
"You are no prophet, tbenp" asked
Gsergie. But l rather like Scripture
names; they give q a pleasant re-.
minder now and them"
AZ like to think" said Joel, looking
up, timidly, into both faces again.
chow some names are avoided. !
nevcr heard of a Judas, except in the
Bible. in all mylife; nor a Cain. Did
you ms'amp"
Never" said Lena quietly.