Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-12-21
checks. and lost Itself in ker bIue-

cheeks. and lost itself in her blue
checked apron.
Marcy, you must not forget the mail
to. day-and don't fail { o put on your
rubbers, dear" said Mrs. Kissel. fore
ing n faint smile that i'll concealed her
sadness.
YES, mother. I'll 20 right after
breakfast: il WIZ be so pleasant TO tramp
through the snow, and besides. / shall
have company home"
Rupert Johnson, l suppose" in
situated the mother, with softened
raillery; ''but he's too naughty, my
dear, and if he were to hear of your
father's-"
Dear mother, interrupted Marcy, in
a burst of grief, as she threw herself on
her knees at her parents side, and
buried her saddened face in the folds
OF her dress, ''don't speak of that: no
one around here knows of fathers mis-
fortune. Oh, / am so unhappy now!"
Yes my darling, this will be an
other sad Christmas for u.s." The
matronly face nodded dolefully at the
tear-blurred burning Goals; then turn
ing quietly TO her daughter, she raised
her tenderly, and, kissing the tears
away, told her to be of good cheer
that God would send them comfort
some day.
How elastic is the mind Of the young2
How one kind word, n generous act,
one benevolent look can brush away a
pang of woe!
And so it was with Marcy. The founts
of woe were dried, and few moments
later contentment again cleaned from
her eyes.
Marcy Kissel was a very lovable girl.
There was n ROBUSTNESS in her eyes, a
coquetry in her manner, and q gayety
in her speech that had won their way
into the heart of many a susceptible
young man, but all their blandish-
ments failed. Rupert Johnson was the
only one-whose love had found a re-
sponsive chord in her heart. The OBJ
iect of her regard did not reciprocate
her sentiments with equal intensity, but
he was charmed by her pretty little
ways, although often Gliding her for
want of gravity, which he argued was
quite a virtue in a young lady of her
.age.
One characteristic was predominant
in the composition of her lover. He
was as proud as a Spanish grandee.
AS Marcy romped down the snow
mantled road after breakfast no one
would have suspected that her laughing
eyes had ever been bedimmed by tears
OF emorse Her frost-kisscd face was
as radiant as the ~sheening girdle that
encircled her tapering waist. The few
truant locks of hair that had escaped
the thraldom of a pink bow frollicked
playfully about her untouched brow,
contrasting delightfully."- with her jet
hair. Nearing the postoiice, the APP
paration of a tall manly figure loomed
up in the uncertain light and caused
her heart TO lutter frantically.
Hello, my cherub." he greeted her,
in a careless, familiar strain. The
cold air has transformed your cheeks
into apples-may / take n bite?n
Never mind your quizzing, Ripe.
l suppose you'd say the same thing to
Minnie Carey if you met her to-day
She gave utterance TO such n tuneful
peal of merriment that he was about to
~interpose a restraining word, when she
suddenly thrust her mittcned hand over
his mouth, and gathering his lips into
a pucker, shook them energetically
with girlish familiarity. They chatted
a few moments and then he said: 'Tl
be down tonight and we may possibly
go 10 the entertainment at the town
hall"
This was his customary n OF
making engagements with her. as if