Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1888-03-15

''HorSeEcCil ne Is your 1orJc, perhapS:"
said Gorev.
in this di5trig't You know she explained.
.Oh.'' reTn liked Guriev, to SHOW that his
impressions we're corrected.
s.Yes. But when rhorney and begin our
housekeeping. shall help to il1,n."
81 wonder who Thorney is!" thought Cur
ley.
'.Thorney is my brother" she continued
''He is two years older than 1 am. He is
working for farmer across Black Hollow,
and saving all his money!
THAT being the case" observed the
young man. smiling, The will some day be a
capitalist
ooh, no. she repiicl. with pleased sim
cerity But 1t is nice - BE- really working
toward an object"
At this moment rap resounded on the
front door Of the sittIng-room. There were
no halls in the Holmes house, SO the new
conner was distinctly visible to Gurley as
soon as the door opened to admit him. En-
tertained as he felt himself to be by his
temporary hostess, any body would have
been unwelcome to him; but thrice unwel-
come, though a kinsman of the house, was
Milton McArdie Gurley could not assert
that McArdle was the meaneSt fellow in
college, but that was his conviction. He
loathed McArdle's lady-lil,e languors, his
general readiness to be taken care of, his
pimply blondeness. McArdle had placed
him self in the hands of his religious denom-
ination and was allowing it to educate him
for the ministry. Other students were sup
ported by the church; but what seemed in
their cases generous STOPPING to use
means for public good, seemed in him
cunning and contemplate grasping of what
could be got for nothing. Yet Gurley felt
certain if McArdle had come to college rid
ing on an elephant and having nabob ia
Their, he would have been greedy sneak
just the same. inspiring Gurley with the
desire to fly upon and kick and maltreat
him as he deserved.
He was a long and nervous youth with
slight hands and dropping under lip.
"How do you do, Miss Phoebe!" said Nc.
Ardle, unwinding a scarf from his neck,
while he fingered il releasing the young
girls hand.
$50 her name is Phoebe" thought Cur
ley. "There's McArdle's patronizing famil-
iarity for you. Good evening, McArdle."
"Oh, are you here, Gurley! Good even
ing" He undulated toward the fire and
warmed himself by the roaring logs quite
as if he had come into his own.
"You are classmates, aren't youa" in
quired Phoebe.
eyes," said Gurley.
''But college tolls are nearly over now"
said McArdle, in high and rather mel
ancholy key, ''and then l suppose our paths
will widely diverge. shall betake myself
to theological school to continue prepare
ton for my humble calling. But with your
friends and advantages you can do any
thing you please, Gurley."
''Not quite,' responded Gufley, indiffer-
emily, feeling he should never do that as
long as he could not batter McArdle.
'All the family are at church!" said the
divinity student, helping himself to apples.
eyes," said Phoebe. Even Randy has
gone to chapel. Ipromised to take care Of
the house."
81 apprehended that they might be OUT"
remarked McArdle, polishing an apple and
softly slipping knife under the rind.
"And that's why he lntruded himself"
thought Gurley. He watched his class
mates lean jaws working.
"Miss White and have begun series OF
readings together explained McArdle.
''You couldn't take me into the classa"
suggested Gurley
'Oh, yes" responded McArdle, stiff1y
"Certainly, if you wish it. You'd be an &C
QUESTION:
Phoebe White, who appeared to rest in no
part Of the room, carried off Mrs. Holmes
unwilling young son into his adjoining
nursery.
The two young men, after talking awhile,
with little interest in each others remarks,
dropped into silence and listened to her
voice. First it was demonstrating with
Toddles:
20, my tiny son! How can Phoebe rock
such a milky-faced boy to sleeps She'll
think she has caliie from the barn-yard; q
real bossy calf that never will let its
mamma wash its face and rub it nice and
clean this way. And the co,y's little child
never has such pretty white clothes to put
on, and doesn't get wrapped up and rocked"
SO, above NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. Of Tod
dies, she began to sing half under her
breath Tennyson's cradle song, and Toddles
in duo time began drowsily to echo her.
Gurley looked into the fire, fancying how
she swung in a rocker, and how the curve
Of her throat sweiled with the sweet, re-
pressed grooming. He did not know much
about domestic life, having passed most Of
his years with his farmer and housekeeper
But all this made him feelq quite soft-hearted
'Sweet and low sweet and low"
sung Phoebe.
sSreet and ro,''
echoed Toddles.
''Wind Of the western sea-
RESIN sea-
SLOW, low, breathe and blow"
'Brcaye an / bro,'
''Wind Of the western sea-"
Resi- sea.
'-Over the rolling waters co.
''Doe,"
''Come from the dying moon and blow"
'Moony bro,''
'Blow him again to me:
While my little one, while my pretty one"
"Pitty one"
Sleeps
"Sleep and rest, sleep and rest''
Res
'Tsther will come to thee soon"
5000 on.''
REST, rest on mothers breast
MUIR bes'."
"Father will come to thee, soon.
''Fsther will come to his babe in the west"
Babe 'awes',''
''Silver sails all out of the west,'
IS w SAL"
''Under the silver moon.
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one,'
pity one"
Sleep
The song was repeated until Toddles' re-
sponses grew far between and ceased al.
together. Then a silence followed
''It's sloppy night said McArdle.
eyes, l suppose Tom will drive slowly
from church"
II apprehend that he will" responded
McArdle, in the stilted English Of his
choice.
BY the time Phoebe came back, however,
stamping on the steps proclaimed the
family's return from church. Mrs. Holmes
moved softly in, followed nv her handmade