The Red Cloud chief., 1888-07-06

own turnout, yer mind, kids. Then q little
| cloud KEN up, somehow, ut sight of 'em,
and l see it settle over my dear teachers
watchin', wistful eyes; and l fled q VOW
on top o. tOther m that I'd just go right to
her and tell her my 'pini0n o. them two
lovers o. hern. Seemed like she didn't have
| nobody to tell her nOthin', or shed anever
wasted no time On that hifalutin' dandy.
o. course her ole aunt were allus q trapes-
in along with her-a Wilhelm and goin' on
ridiculous; but h were worse than Jest
nobody at all: sides. l knowed she druther
have the curly man. any day, fur his looks.
The wintry woods was cool and green
and chuck full o. dancin' lights and shad-
ders, and the air in it were sweeter than
the lovely stuff on my teachers Sunday
hankychid. l breathed so deep. kids, that
l most got tipsy ON the smell o. the spicy
woods-I wanted ter yell. and howl, and
roll over and over in all the loneliness.
And l docs roll over: and cause tho air
was so cool, and h shaddeEs 30 deep, and
the grass so soft l falls sound asleep. And
when / gets ter dreamin' l thinks I hears
her . talkin' soft and quiet ike-and .
arguin' this away and that; and, will you
b'leeve me, ~feilers, when I opened my eyes,
10, il they weren't somebody talkin' right
vi tllC OPROCAOC DtuC v tA1O UI8 SHOO4 W0bO =
layin' u~nder-and 1t were her vOicel
ut il true" I heered her . sacin', at
10 true that I rave known You for quite .
while, MI. MOntressor, and that l have
every reason to think you are IN upright
and honorable gentleman, but the question
you have asked mo Is one that I can not
answer, I fear, without giving you pain"
"Ah. 10 not say that Miss Wintryl"--
kids. it were the curly man = holdin' forth.
"Think how dark my life will become
without your sweet presencei An will be
Q blank to me, and my heart will be crushed
ard broken! oh, Miss Wintry, / have
longed for this hOur-I have lived in the
sweet consciousness that m suit va not
~displessing to you-that my love would
surely win love in return, and that -"
Fellars, l couldn't help it. l got 80 scairt,
fearin' she would up and lisscn appr00vin'
ter that perty speech o. his'n, that l Jest
gave one awful yell like q lnjun in . ftl
Nv yell had two twin echOes-Mistor
Montressor and Miss Wintry jest screeched
like all possessed, and the curly dude
fore he got the right lay o land axshul-
ly struck out and nm! I Crawled round
through tho green ferns aud grass to
where she were . sittin', and axed her
pardon fur scarin' her, humble enough; but
she Jest laughed hearty, and put her dazzlin'
white hand ON my red p-knot, and says:
u thank you, Jim; you have done me .
great service" and laughed again.
miss Wintry, ~ says !, q kneelin' close
beside her dress of perty white stuff that
was . layin' like foamin' pillows all round
her, Miss Wintry. don't lissen to that
man nd more; he hain't with one sweet
glance o. yer perty eyes. Turn yer ten
ton to one who loves yer As the flowers
loves the dew-0ne who il as inherent and
BACKYARD Is the vi'lets themselves, and who
wouldn't dare ter speak put his love like
that speechifyin' dandy, 'causeits too great
and holy and"
"Boy," and I heerd . little tremble in
her soft voice. "of what are you speakinga
By whose authority"
"DOn't know what that means, 'um, but
I'm speakin' Of my teacher, Mister John
Gray"
"And can not he speak for himselfa" she
Gays, unconscious like.
alt seems a. if he ~ not, 'um; and"
"There-that will do. You are . good
boy and :! like you, Jim, and I wish-I wish
that what you imagine were really truey"
And, Kids, she looked away of through
tho wintry woods with . soft mist in her
b~eeyO0tiful eyes, while her perry hand
smoOthed my brow like the touch Of .
lovin' little white cloud. I think she
furgot VI both fur . minute or two, fur she
kep' . pattin' me and . talkin' soft to her
self: "As howers.1ove the dew-bsckward
- Q violet-and Whyl Because-n0, that
will not serve for An excuse-this il the
nineteenth century and the mar is-a cow
ard!"
"Who's a coward. Miss Wintryrs says
!, q jumpin' onter my feet.
"YOur teacher, John Gray"
"That's not rue" I says, stung ct her
words, yet not exactly understandin' 'em.
Hes the bravest man that ever breathed,
and you will have to say 70 before tho day
10 ended-you, Miss Wintry, who haint
half good enough fur him-no, ner NO
woman that lives!"