New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-01-29

too deficient In that elegant which marks the
cultured society Of the erete East The lady recov.
cred Of the blow-Rosae and the bonnet suffered.
But Resale IS very pretty-a little, fne well-fn-
lshed, dainty creature, with hair like spun silver an
ivory skin, trick OF gesticulating, and bcwltching
habit Of tossing her head when she any look
Ing at her. Rosaie even at this early age, has de-
veloped some talent If mistake not. Beatrx Es-
mond at twelve had begun to try her ganceS the
groom. What, then may not pect from Resale,
who has already tested her power from the vsnagc-
ground Of the stalrlandlng, occasional messenger
! boys waiting In tho hall
Rosalle's and Bcrc's little games Of play IN the
evening sources Of amusement only to Resale and
Berthe. First they play the Huntsman and the Little
Hare. Resale is tho Little Hare, and presently She
receives deadly wound, tho poker mlracuously dis
| charging vOlley Of buclshot. The corpse of the
Little Hare lies tho carpet for a space, gaspng
! loudly did the mortal remains of Julius Caesar,
az recently portrayed by dramatic umnary Then
| suddenly it rises on all fours, and peepng at the
Hunsman with its enchanting pink face shining under
tho table, says in engaging and sprighty tone:
Now, Bert, tho Little HaIe's to life again,
but hos grown up He's an Old Hare. Last tme he
was quite young You know, you've got to chase
him. raising her eyebrows aud shaking her blond
| locks as sho peers at the Huntsman between the
! table legs.
|
not lively young ones-they can't run about
so much because they're stiff make so much noises
The game begins, and presently the Huntsman boz
comes discouraged at the agility of the Old Hare,
which, despite fathers logical deductions the SUBJ
DUNG influences Of age, leaps with shrlcks of Joy
der and over the chairs, evinclng singular vitality
for an anqu tied quadruped.
At last father says despondently hom the depths
of the evening paper:
"Isnt that aged rodent almost old enough to die %
"oh, no, father" cries the Old Hare In her fresh,
gay voice, not for ages yet icrtles got to catch
me and skin frst.7
| This blOodthlrsy termination seems to appal the
Huntsman
Don't let's play this any more ~ he says, subsid-
ing on 10 his heels and viewing the flushed and dis
hevelled Hare, "lets play Robber Chlef'
Aunt Loo prcks the attentive ear. An uneasy look
comes into her eyes, and she says, "was it Robber
Chief you were playing In my yesterday -
ayes, yes oh, 1t was splendid" cry the Huntsman
and the Hare in excited chorus.
"Oh, them" says Aunt Loo, hastily, at advise you
to stick to the Haze, It's so-somuch easier to plays
When mamma enters, five minutes later the hunt
is at its height. The Old Hare, close pressed has
"run to hOme," under fathers chair, where lies on
Its face hammerng Its toes the floor In a breath
less ecstasy Father and Aunt Loo, with set looh
about their mouths are sitting in silence with theE
hands folded and their eyes closed
Bertie stays up half hour later than Rosalis
This sacred half hour generally dedicated to the m-
provemcnt Of his mind For Berc has a mind ia
improve He Is a young man of parts HIS fayollte
poem is The Ancient Mariner illustrated By Dore
IIo IS also fond Of Come Into the Garden, Maud,'
though always little dazed by the powers OF speech
exhibited by the enamoled vegetables In Mauds gar
den. But tho Bible is his particular fayore. From
it he has culed OF mis- greatest heroes, having
time ago matrculated from the story Of Little
Samuel into the stirring adventures of the KinsS Of
Judea. Ho has a aspect for Aunt Loo's taste in all
questions OF art and literature and generally refers
to her those hacyon occasions when he decides to
make present for his grandmother.
"Aunt Loo," he says, approaching with piece Of
bent and grmy perforated board In his hand, want
! to make bookmark for grandma. What would bs
nice to put on II 2"
Aunt Loo leaves the selection of an appro pirate
motto to the gver.
The giver thinks-occ asonally looking inludnglY
at Aunt Loo for suggestion. Suddenly he has a
Sontllation.
"rve got IT! Oh, a butel Tho pilot shrehed
and fell down in it,
But, Berthe, that's not appropriate in high
key OF evaporation" whats the sense OF lhstl DO
you think your grandmothers iu tho habit of shrck-
Ing and failing down In fits ,"
ell, she might and not tell anybody" says BERTHE,
sulky evidently suspecting his ancesress OF riot
Ing in fits on the sly
Then it would be rude to remind her. Try some.
thing else"
Berthe with lowered crest, decides it is safest to
keep the style He hazards his next selection
with hesitation:
Water, water everywhere, but not drop to
drink ho says, interrogatvely noddins his head and
raising his eyebrows.
Aunt Loo treats this with slent dsdain looking at
him severely from under bent brows.
How about something from Horatlus N he next
ventures, with a deprecatory air. a. To every man
upon this earth death cometh or late p
That isn't appropriate Aunt Loo insists, 1t must
be something about books, or reading, writing
"ohl says the nephew with deep emphasis,
though suddenly enlightened, now l Soc Let's
Think Something about wrting-I tell you,' great
vlvaclty, "Pvo got IL The name OF some editor"
This drives Aunt Loo into sarcasm.
"Would you like Judas or Ananasf ?" she asks.
with brows elevated In scorn
Berthe recognizes foreign quantity Ia her tone and
thinks again he ruts his fore6nger on his forehead
to keep down the surglng thoughts ~
al IKE tho Bible myself" he says, amer thought-
full pause; what do you say to First tnefe was IN
Earthquake, and thon a great Wind and then STILL
Small VoceP"
al don't SEQ the point says the aunt, and
/ don't think it's polite Which Is your granamother'
the Earthquake or The Wind or the voice s, y ,,
tolerant smile II think you're little bit too partio-
ular Oh walt though I've got sumner Oh,
It's iust awhilly Appropriated On, shreVe me-
shrioyo me- Holy Man Don't you think that's goodl"
SIN Won, Grandmother never did anything bad
This a too much for Berthe. He throws up tho
sponc. and Inscribos his marker that safe, II
tlaue, relic, Remember me
eomulo,ed state II superseded by penwpcr, tho pom
wi per turn by pair OF knitted reins--a little
malapropos considering Grandma's ripe old agc and
rheumatism aud the cins by linen scrapb0ok. orig
having grown past scrap book ago. relocated an
offering tho shrine Of CreJtdasss I'M