Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-12-28

Sarah Connolly, a Joiner girrul We
couldn't fOind in the three parishes
good enough fur his betthsrs.. Don't
you talk of the Sheehys TO lac, Hanna
-don't!''
Hanna didn't. Her fill red lips
were set in a stubborn line, but her
eyes, genuine blue grey Irish eyes they
were, blaZed with mutinous indigna-
ton. Westward, past the hare new
Methodist church, the square solemn
school-house, a compile Of little boX-like
boGses, then they were out of the town
proper and driving directly northyvard
when they crossed a small bridge. aud
turning TO the right passed between
two looming haystacks into a great
shadowy farmyard, it was already
evening. a wind, the sudden chill,
sharp wind which follows sunset. in
Nebraska, had sprungup- Fading into
fathomless grey was the one bar of
dull rose which streakcd the western
sky. And overhead a silver moon
'Lay out there like a sickle for His hand
Who comcth down AT last TO reap the world"
In the comfortable t%irelit. lamplit
kitchen Mrs. Rafferty, awaited them..
A1Ait dS sih 4AlJN1 lNli. ~ llAlIt, tlllnvs
white-faced old woman clad in the in
evitable print wrapper of the Western
houSckeeper. A brisk, quick, weary,
good-hearted little soul, worn out as
are most American women by over.
work, burned out bl AN o. ranxietvto
do more and do it better. And now
here was aid, here relief, here younger,
stouter arms.
$50 this is HANNAH She went up 10.
her and kissed her. How do you do,
my dear? I'm tickled 10 see YOU
You're tired out, | expect. Is she like
your cousin, Pat?"
'Loike!m echoed old Rafferty, She's
his dead Twin image. She's rs loike
my cousin Moike as a young cotton
wood is loike an old cottonwood"
"You remember Willum, don't you,
HANNAH Mrs. Rafferty, said, as from
an adjoining room came a spruce.
trim, dandiiied young man. He was
dressed for tine dance" TO be held in
town tina: night Speckless his clothes,
black mirrors his shoes; he wore 4
white sairt, a white collar, and = san
Culinary crayat.
A year ago he had been in Ireland
seeing after some property left his
father and there he had met his cousin,
Hanna Rafferty,.
Hanna nodded, and extended a
plump hand, which Win came forward
and shook a~wkwardly. Then be re-
treated to the fire and covertly survey
ed her.
A round young figure clothed in a
dress, skirt rather, of bright blue-cash-
mere, which was surmounted by a
snugly-fitting jacket Of scarlet dannel,
dark hair, parted straightly and brush
ed back from a full, fresh-colorea girl
ish face. a face with thick black .brows
and brilliant eyes. and a mouth which,
if n trifle too large, held firm white
teeth and was quite mirthful and risi-
bic. ''S'posin' you take Hanna 70 the
dance. WilliamP" suggested Mrs. Raf-
ferty.
'Can'tr (more CURLY than oourte-
ously) I'm engaged and he-carried
his fine, erect handsome young self
coolly away. His father folio Ned him
out. The door remained aiar..
William, why can't We take her,
toop"
Her" in calrc scorn, so dance IN.
Bubble! Why, she amt got gloves
nor no style in her-a freckle-faoed
little thing whose words curl up at the
end like a shoat's tail-no. siri" The
women within heard. Hanna cnim-
soned.
Don't mind, dear. Sea down and
drink this tea. And now. Pat. ask
Hanna if the bog obeyed you when he
was in Coolathogle."
Il want to know, Hanna, did William
gee Sarah Sheehy's daughter much
when he was honey"