Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-04-29


entered a fashionable club, where he
stared blankly out Of a window until
he was accostcd.
Morning White. Saw you break
fasting with Hallow. l hear he's
going TO marry Jim Morton's widow.
A far-away cousin Of yours, isn't sheP"
Eyes, and deal too good for him."
"Oh, Tom Hallow isn't a bad sort
and he is going up like q rocket. Won
der II he'll get into the clubP"
"Deuce knows"
"Then you're the Deuce" the ao-
quaintance retorted. "You are on the
committee"
"Ite will get in i'll am any mortal
USE" said Mr.. Gray-White, strolling
away.
There is queer streak in all those
Greenville Whites" his quondam COM
panion remarked TO a bystander.
"An uncommonly white streak"
was the would-be witty response.
On the last day Of that week Mr..
Gray-White paid a visit to Mr. Hallow,
who triumphantly produced letter
signed "Hattie Brown" and he
chuckled unctuously as his caller
walked off with the missive in his pock-
ct. Mr. Gray-White read the letter
again when no was In his lonesome
bachelor room. IL was not ELUSIVE.
She accepted Mr.. Hallow's apologies
for not having remembered the triiling
obligation before there were inverted
commas marking the words "trifling
obligation" and that brought an APP
preciative smile to the readers lips.
She thanked him for the assurance Of
his warm regard for her father, the
money was very welcome, and she was
his respectfully. The gentleman laid
the letter away in pocket case, which.
beside that, held only photograph Of
sweet-faced old lady in a widows
dress and a wisp of gray hair. Then
he buttoned up his coat and went to
Pillowville. Again he supped at the
tavern; again he wandered forth into
the drowsy streets Of the town; again
he peered into the window of that mod
est dwelling. Mrs. Brown was there,
so was her old husband and her gawk
of boy, but next to the pretty girl sat
good-looking young man, who passed
her the butter with a melting glance.
He gazed fondly at her and she gazed
| fondly at him. He stole her piece of
bread, whereupon she stole a shred of
smoked beef from his plate and laughed
aloud in glee.
The gentleman with the fading name
went back slowly to the tavern and sat
on the piazza, smoking far into the
night After breakfast the next morn
ing he was reminded that 1t was once
more Sunday by the ringing of the
church bells. He saw a trim figure
hasten past the hotel. a bright ribbon
floating out behind on the autumn air,
and he followed the floating, beckon.
ing ribbon. The wearcr of II vanished
in red brick church, which he en-
tered, too, seating himself in n dark
corner. The organ pealei forth it,
music, the choir chanted the anthem, q
thin, sweet soprano voice rejoicing in
the strength of our salvation a little
above the others, When the service
was at an end and the congregation
SUI yed out TO the vestibule, where holy
threads are dropped and profane ones
picked up, prosperous dame said:
IL am afraid we shall lose our So
prano. She is to be married 10 the
young man who lately opened that
grocer shop in Clover street. An old
attachment, l believe. They have
been waiting and saving for severa
years"
"a most respectable young man,
said the other dame, clasping her plump
hands over a plush prayer-book.
In another hour the gentleman will
the fading name sut In acar lying bacl
to the city. A vague smile played abou
his mouth as he looked at the hills
splendid in their autumn colors. Ii,
took the note from his pocket-case anC
absently tore il into tiny bits which h,
tossed through the opened window
and so he faded out of the picture. 90
Detroit Tribune.