The Red Cloud chief., 1888-04-06

| bers her bonnet and makes q hasty ascent
to her chamber What q sight greets her
eye when she looks upon the bee. Only
the pen that described the rape of the lock
could do justice to the spectacle. Beau.
who has been licking the wet feathers from
his silky hair, beats q cautious retreat
He may be conscience-stricken; he GER
tainly il afraid that something will hurt his
feelings. so he wisely removes that delicate
possession to a place of safety. But the
pings his mistress feels are too great to lie
relieved by anger or appeased by venge-
ance. She realizes that tO-mOrrOw's jOus:
of fash on IS no: for her. There lies her
magic helm (withOCt which all is useless
quite shattered. The CLOUDY heaven Of her
face betokens q squat; her bosom pillows
s,Ormiiy; The sobs come in windy gusts
then, down comes the rain! and Mrs Mars
den sinHs into the embrace Other cozy
chair: All! Mrs Be.dOn. smarting under
your so recent defeat over the Easter deco
ratiOns, what balm for your wounds is here,
if only you could know it
Mrs Marsden 8 no. permitted to indulge
her grief undisturb ID
Tap! tap! at the door, and enter the maid.
Her mistress in tears! Why? Whit?
The answer comes from the led and its
murdered millinery.
ION, ina'am!' says Mary the maid. l. is
no. much TO say. blu. it is enough The oh!
rises m reflection to the expression OF the
utmost establishment and int :gnatiOn; the
"ma'an" in ~treLu.ous diminuendU. IL
softly as q flower falls on y new-made
grave
"W-w-h-a-t is il, M-m-a-r-y!' sad her
mistress f,Om behind her handkerchief.
III you please, ma'aEn. the sewing Grl
says sIc's Ready TO go, and will you come
down and pu. the wrap on before Size
~leayes"
At the mention of the wrap the sauali
SLOWS Signs OF i~reshening.
"N-n-o. Nifty; and t-tel her l VIII see
h. aionday.'
Al 5, for the gentle hint designed 10 sug-
re 3, 20 iirs. Marsd n ih.t the wori, being
done shou'd DE pad tor Goo l-bye. jewel OF
a Cir. TO ali Your fine plans Tor tomorrow.
Go down tine st apS a lit more straight
OF figure tan Is yOIc wont; wa!k pas the
shop windows WITH uaturnsd face end see,
without looking, he Il, assures on WIN Oh
Your lie x WIS set; ten ~stOpawaiie GA the
garnet stairs 10 fight BACK the tears. so that
somebody may not have 70 cary PIT OF
sisters o Il
Mrs. AIrsden span IS harsclf in sobs ike a
EIpiASt SAAAb III IAV VII ~ SsI-'
symptoms of hvStaria. she wishes for i,er
husband, and rtiiec.s WITH pctu.GnC. that 4
husband always IS away from home when
he IS Iacs: needed It is true. mae sympl-
Thy 1T such a moE:cn, ,ai.ht leave muca to
be desired; but 4 rightly trained husband
.i;cnt lie expected To 81. down II silent
sympathy. respecting The greatness OF IA
/. Fiction which he dared hot essay to COM
:Cr5 il words. Mrs M.rsden's face is flashed,
her heal aches. she IS quite uns,rung She
turns in Ioithing from MSTy's offering OF
tea and toast. bU: submits TO being put 10
bed II X Stricken spirit Graves sympathy.
and more and more she desires the pres
ence of her dear friend and physician. Dr.
Martin. Not q .2r me. no! What
Ina.e prac itioner cOu!d hope to success
fully treat such 4 cIse?
\ nan may prescribe. but he could not
Besides. what diagnosis could
penetrate to the deep.seatel cause of SUI
ieIing. and how could a tinely-Orgaa:z d
woman tell a coarse-tibered man that she
was suffering from the effects of q ruined
but Lucy Waldron, N. D., sharer
of schoolgirl secrets and fol les. bosom
friend and intimate Of later days that kind
of a doctor was another thing: Lucy
Waldron Yves b n person to be counted
on IL u lease or trial But how to sum
mon her. how to explain? Presently the
lady rings for Mary. who comes softly to
the bedside. Mary. go to the bureau and
bring me those drops l use for nervous
headache" OF cours she knew there |
wasn't a drop left. but she gave a dissaris-
fed moan when the maid reports the empty
bottle. Il am afraid You mus. seni ound
to the drug store and get it filed" The
maid ~retires. is at the door Mary" (pa-
thetical;y) while l think OF il. call mp Dr.
WaldrOn on TIE telephone and tell her I had
churca mater of Importance to talk over
Eer. but am too sick to cOne to see
And, Nary. if she can come over for a
few minutes. you can tel her about the
and she vii! bring them"
It's rather 4 long way round. it's femin-
and Mrs II ,rsden turns on her pillow
to wait results. Duly the doctor fits into
he room-all affection and regrets A