The Red Cloud chief., 1888-04-06

bright co,ored strip of carpet on the floor
where IL could Ice mOSo used, and in TIE
midi!a 90 the room where the ceiling WAS
q: its highest. 4 DAINTY White Ted. and iy-
ing Their: in stated wanted TO call her
Sweet Eiaine and lily maiD 4 little pale
faced fairy. with tumbled golden hair, n
eyes of pure viO.et with raipable unier
doe,s. Such a little lady. -You Will take
achair. You are the doctor, aren't yOu:" she
said Ny dear. l WIS Just and My a woman.
so l slipped down on the bed Il put my
arms round tie little. lovely. lonely thing.
fOsgctful Of patients. and of Bob. impa-
lent. waiting at the corner with the bug
gy-k that nine O'c,ocA striking: Then l
must save the lest for another time. WHAT
will Henry say! l told him l would be
Jack N half an hOur at the outside. Just
ike it," he'll say. when you only just run
in 10 see Jeanette. ! may IS well 20 out or
go 20 bed. What do you women lind to
talk abOut?"
The doctor is drawing on her gloves
{ You will be better. dear. in the morning.
but don't try to &c: to church (mucn-
needed advice) AMI leave the flowers to
me. Goodbye, and take the medicine in
the small tumller till the head il easier"
The doctor is at the DOOR" Jeanette. I've q
happy thought " las if she had not planned
tn 8 denouemenI from the b~eg.nningl
( Why not run in on my little patient in
the morning, if you do feel equal to going
out; then o can report to me in the after
noon when l come in to tell you about the
morning servica. Goodbye. I'm really
gone this time" And the doctor goes down
stairs with the satisfied feeling only known
20 successful diplomacy. Tho hours pass,
and with them Mrs Marsden's pains. Yet
some tears are on her pillow, proving her
human kinship with the tired ewing girl.
who softly cried herself to sleep and
wandered out into the twilight realm of
dreams. leaving far behind her wraps. bon
nets and disappOintmen.s. Mrs Marsden.
TOO, sept, and dreamed that a m%Ournful
train bore Elaine the lovIbie" "all in
white samite rObed" and laid her on the
steps at her W house door.
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The morning of Easter Sunday dawns as
Jefits the day-bright and fair. The irving
sun peers into Mrs Marsden's room upon a
woman in 4 somewhat remOrseful and sub
dued state OF mind The headache of last
night seems 20 lave become q hcartache.
for her heart does ache; whether for her
own sorrows or those of the haunting Elaine
of last nights dream. is not 10 be known,
for the SIN throws no light on that quss-
ton. 1t NAV have been due in part to the
bells which would persist in saying Easter
bon-net-Eas-ter BONNET. They said it
sobcrly, they said 1t sneeringly, they sang
il. and chanted it, and tOlled it; they said it
so!emniy and they said it with great bursts
Oflaughter. Occasionally they would remem-
Der their duty anu pOur out the grand strains
of the Old Hundred-always going back to
the old thence: Easter bon .nel-Eas-ter
bonnet. They behaved very much like the
choir which intermits its gossip to sing q
Gloria Was Easter a question of bOnnets. 1t
was a very uncomfortable question for
Mrs Marsden to begin the day with
4 little later and the sun shines in the
windows of the house of worship mas
Guerading in all the colOrs OF the rain
bow-hued cathedral glass. 1t shines on Dr..
DOrem, whose fingers aids his near -sightei
eyes to follow the crooked trail of his man
uscr;pt 1t shines on the just and unjust,
impartially on Mrs Merlin. inwardly raging |
because the green tints of the glass are
killing the color in her head-gear and
giving her a ghastiy complexion On Mrs. /
Frishee, who is burning to publish her dis
coyery that o wOuld-be fashionable is wear
ing an old wrap revamped for Easter duty.
Don't be too long, Dr. DOrem. for the
house waits to go into committee.
In due time the sun shines in a certain |
narrow garnet window in Breeds court. |
making an aureole about the curls of little
Lily. who. claspei III her sisters arms.
joins her voice in holy Herbert's hymn:
Sweet day. so cool SO calm, SO bright"
For here in this upper chamber it is
Easter, too; not altogether out Of the
shadow of that bonnet, but very much in
the sunshine of love 1t is Beesie's day
her one unbroken day - with the little
sister who is both sister and daughter in
one. The Easter flowers are missing from
this scene Of worship-missing and sorely
missed That was Bessie's disappointment
She had planned q bunch Of viOiets and n
tall Gala, both for the sweet Lily in her
arms Every day as she worked the
flowers lent fragrance to her thoughts An
ticipation Of the ~round-eyed pleasure of
sister Lily quickened her pulse and made
her needle fairly dance along the seams to
the happy goal Of reward; and when,
empty Of purse. she walked past the shops
that held the coveted treasures. she could
Geo them without turning the face. with its