The Red Cloud chief., 1888-05-11

Brown-.The poor girl! All right, Win
ME; I'm OF to telegraph Horace to conn
home; and, do you know, small woman, rv'
! a notion Of turning match-maker-I, you,
uncle, Napoleon Bonaparte Brown"
Winnie "Cncle Boney, aren't yor
ashamed Of yourse!fs And there's JAM
Gray"
Brown-"Confound Jane Gray! I be,
your pardon, seenereener, did / brighter
youi Hang it all; tell her I'm . brute:
blarsted idiOt-any thing you choose-rn
o1r
Mr.. Brown leaves the room hurriedly
| w%hereupon the two young ladies arise from
| their places beside the easel and begin au
animated conversation.
Winnie-'There. he's gone! Jane, he's
| your very own uncle. now and you've capt
ured him beautifully! Why, he raves w
you and all there's left to do is to make q
clean breast Of it-what do you say to
bona fide American April fool in Italy
What funW
Jane-s'O, Winnie, dear. I'm % fearful"
Winnie-'1Of what. Hasn't Uncle Nappy
gone to telegraph Horace to come home
from Monte Carlo just on your accounts"
Jane-"Yes, I know, dear; but Horace
Enter Horace, who O~verhears Jane.)
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., siste NM ocO"
Horace-'Of course she's q goose-bu,
what about Horace, my charming peasantf'
Janee'HOracef"
Winnie-"Horace"
Horace-"Yes; it is Horace. Girls, this
game must end. Where has Uncle N. b. be.
taken himself!-I saw him leave the house,
and 50, like the sneak I have lately become
Il ventured in"
Jane-'Gone to telegraph you to come
hOme-ha! haw
winnie-"And fall victim to Giovannina
-hee! hee"
Horace-''O, I'm victim enough, I assure
your
Winnic-"Now, Jane, darling, come into
my room and let's have . good Did -fashisned
gossip-Uncle Party will not return very
soOn-comel Excuse US, Horace, and go
away-that'sa dear; Uncle Boney mustn't
lind you here-and in two days you may
arrive from Monte Carlo-ru you sol"
HOr9ce-''Grazie, rasteyfiro. milo caro- a.
relic! Bows and kisses his hand to Winnie,
embraces his wife, and, at their departure,
takes up his hat and CAM preparatory to
leaving the house.) Ny lovely little wife
I'm . coward not to have acknowledged her
before: but Uncle N. B. would have been
Uncle N. G. il I'd have come out fiat with
the facts. Now, the dear old man is in love
with her himself-and may all the lucky
stars in myown particular heaven shine out
in one blaze Of dazzling glory!"
PART III.
(Same. two days later. Mr.. Il. B. Brown
is seated at table reading paper.)
Brown tossing paper aside and consulting
watch)-'The morning train leaves at"
Enter Horace briskly).
Horace-'How do youdo, Uncle N. B! I'm
glad to see You looking 70 wcllr
~BrOwn-'Bless my soul, Horace, back
again! I sent You q telegram
Horace-'Which accounts for my sudden
appearance, sir. Well. here l am. and here
at the same time is All Fools Day-quite
appropriate, eh"
BrOwn-''That depends. Sit down-slt
down, youn&ster; been enjoying yourselfg"
Horace-'That's what I should call il, SIR ~
~Brown-'Lose much, H0race"
Horace-.No, sir. l have rOWn'
B~rown-"Bless me! / hope you az lucky
on the win, my boy, for I've . liner prize
here for you than you could find At Monte
Carlo!"
Horace-"Is it something you'd like to
take home to America with you, sirp
Brown-'Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! II you
win, ha! ha! Is you guess ha! ha! you're
pretty safe TO capture the prize"
Horace-"Well. l shall try my best, sir,
and hope to be lucky for yosrs sake"
Brown-"And hope for your own. But
there-ask me no question:. Isee you have
a thousand ready: just come into the lunch
room and have q bite and sup"
H0race-''Qxesf6 cos0 mi da gran plocere."
Brown-'I don't know what you mean,
but you're all right; talks like . native;
bless the boy" Brown pats Horace on the
back. As both leave the room.)
Jennie and Winnie enter and take seats
near one of the easels.)
Winnie-"Now pose, Jennie, and look
dreadfully melancholy. Don't venture to
look toward Horace. or you will spoil it ALL"
Jane-'it's going to be almost the death
Of mel feel i'll know i'll"
Winnie-''Courage, sweet sister-in-law-I
hear them coming! Hold up your chin and
il solo difetta che gil troro e che senbrone troppo
piccokO-"
Enter Brown and Horace.)
Brown (smiling and rubbing his hands,
ha! Here we are, Winnie. Got my
telegram and came right down. Obedient
boy! Kiss your sister. Horace, and let mo
introduce you to the mOdel-seenereener,
this is my nephew. Mr.. Horace White;
Horace, the seenereener."
Horace and Jane bow solemnly to one an
other. Winnie laughs behind her palette.)
Brown drawing Horace to one side)-
''Horace, my boy, on the quiet, now, did You
ever see such eyes"
Horace-'Neer!"
Brown-''Or such a mouth"
HOrace-"No. SIR"
Brown-'aOrs such q perfectc chin. or throat,
or sea hellOf ears. or hands, or feet-Or-"
Horace-'Never in all my life, uncle
N. b., never"
Brown-'I knew you'd say SOL knew it!
none know her but to love her. Where's
your miserable. wretched Jane Gray now"
Horace-"Eh-ah-that is q question I
should not care to answer just now"
Brown-I should think not. indeed! on
with the old love, Ell, my boyE"
winnie advanced to her uncle's side.)
Winnie-'O. Uncle Boney, I asked her
about her sorrow and she told me all. Hor-
ace. go and air your prettiest Italian to
yonder poor girl, while I tell the sad story
to Uncle Party"
winnie leads her uncle to q sofa and mo-
lions him to sit beside her. Horace sinks