The Red Cloud chief., 1888-05-11

sane."
Winnie-'I thought only Of Offering
counter attraction"
Brown-.By Jove! Not . bad idea! r.
give him . pOcket-full Of gold aud let hiI
gO-he won't be back s~ry soon, ha! ha!"
Winnie-'So that's settled. BY the way
Uncle Policy, I forgot to tell you Of the beau
tiful model engaged. You'll be in rapture
when you see her-such glorious big brow
eyes with frinGes an inch and long
And soft, dark hair, As lustrous a. silk, an,
such a mouth! The old lavaudaia-the wash
wOman-told meabout her and she will fetcl
her tomorrow m~orning-but, 'sh! Their
comes Horace-I leave you to pronounce hi
doom." Passing out as Horace enters, sh
whispers to her brother:) accept all you
uncie's propositions and trust in me!
EXIT
Brown (setting up the bare canvas befOr
HOraceD-''Well, sir; I am ready to con
graduate you upon your astonishing prog
~ress-upon the astounding Roadway yO'
have made! A little pale in tone, perhaps
but so is your JAM Gray. Jane Gray
pooh! If l could lock her up in q An,
then behead her whenever felt in the mood
oh, MOulin'tI. Don't scOwl at me, yOun,
man! shall tempt you with gold, n i
that doesn't serve IL! disinherit you. mari
that. sir! Horace (goes over to table ant
writes a cheeky, there's enough to maxi
Monte Carlo a paradise for an hour or two
at least: take it and clear QUIT"
Horace-"MOnte CarlO!"
Brownies, Monte Carlo. Go and gam
ble-"
Horace-"Uncle n. B., I can not-stay-
Sn.:l>a VV;.r:o ala ,c. ,o o-,~,
proposition he made and trust in her
(Aloud) Uncle n. B., I riuv."
BrOwn-'I supposed you would. Have
jerks paSk up for you-and wait q momen'
here. Horas; 1 wish to SIC you again be
fore you go"
Horsce-"very well, sir. Exit Brown.
What can my Uncle n. B. mean! What car
Winnie mean! What can it all mean" (En
ter Winnie.)
Winnie-'It means that you are going t.
Monte Carlo-yes! Well, sir, the Monte
Carlo to which YOU are going lies less thar
one small quarter Of q mile away"
Horace-'Che Uo'eAe diref"
Winnie-'Just what I say. Listen! look.
all about the room then whispered DO yor
know the road that leads across the Tiber-
over the Bridge of st. Angelo close by St
Peters, where, only a stones throw away
dwells one who is perfecting her italian
Aha-1 knew my brilliant scheme would
please you-and-bless you, my children ~
Horace-''O, Winnie, you're a brick-a
regular kiln! But though it's awful nice
at present-how will it avail"
Winnie-"Why, by the time your money
is gone your wife will have won the heart OF
Uncle Boney. seer
Horace-"N-nO, not exactly"
Winnie-''Well, it's all arranged between
us: and I shall hire her as q model-she will
come every day and pose for me-a real
Italian type she is, you know, and Uncle
Leon. will, Of course"
Horace-'O, Winnie, Winnie, II ever l
smashed your dolls head in early youth, it
was simply because l. your only fraternal
relative, did not then appreciate what it was
to nav a sister,"
Winnie-"There. dear boy, don't take it so
to heart! l broke your kites and lost your
skate-straps fully as often As you murdered
sawdust idols-let's kiss and make up!'
PART II.
TWO WEEKS
(Nr. Y. b. Brown is discovered looking
out Of the window. He suddenly starts and
comes hastily forward.l
Brown calling)-'Winnie! Winnie! She's
c~oming-the models coming! Where il
that girl. She knows l can't speak Italian
worth . iddlestring, and vet she leaves me
to meet her alone! That model is the love
lest being l eve saw in my life-such eyes!
"Opens his own widely Such teeth! (Grins
broadly.) Such lips! tPouts.) III wasn't
such an old-setled-in life sort o. person I'd
goodness knows what I ,co"idn't dol! A sort
o. sadness in the eyes touches me-has she
. sOrrow. What can it bel I'll get Winnie
to find out, and il money can relieve her.
she shall be relieved. Old fool! Yes, l
know it; but l don't go crazy often! Some
folks would say l was crazy to send the boy
OF to Monte CariO-but there was method
in my madness, yes. sir: method! Gone q
whole fortnight and not a word from the
scamp in all this time. Must be win
ming. or I'd heard. fast enough. Jane Gray's
not troubling him much nowadays, I'll be
bound. Why. this lovely Italians worth
forty Jane Grays! II he made her a niece
Of mine I'd give 'em my villa on the Hudson
and q thousand shares in the X. Y. 2. Cen
trail for a wedding present! By Jove!
Another idea! I'll telegraph him to come
home at once and-I'n match her against
the Gray every time"
(Ms. Brown sits down to I'LL out a tcle.
graph blank. As he writes. Jane Gray,
dressed as an italian peasant girl steals softly
up behind him, peeps over his shoulder and
nodsa smiling appreciation Of what she reads.
Suddenly she breathes softly in his carr
Jane-"B"Om giOrno, Siymor!"
Brown (starting to his feet)-''O, Ow-
good morning. dear. good morning."
Jane-"Fd belisimO tempo, signore!"
Brown-.Bless my soul, you don't say 30!
I wish Winnie would cOme-sit down, seen.
ereener, sit Notwithstanding and speaking
very loudly sit DOWN.
Jane-".Ah-xi-nOR y no eHpifor'
Brown-.DOn't mention it! Scenereener!
Jane-"Si Siynorer'
Brown-"Do you not speak a littlc-just a
very little Ensllsh!"
Janc-"Ah. 81. xiqnOre-a leedlc-ar"
Brown (delishted)-"A leedle-a-why,
that's splendid, maguificentw
Jane-"EIa nae e.imi, yentiLszze."
winnie cnters.)
Brown-"Well. my dear; l don't know
anything about Ella or gentle Lizzie"
Winnie (advancing)-She says you are
too kind, Uncle Nappy. B"on giorsO, Clio
rannina-come, Uncle Party, move away,
please: l want my model to get into place
quickly. Prenda una Sedia, G~iovanninar
BrOwn-''Seems to me you're in an awful
hurry to make the moor thing ait with her