The Red Cloud chief., 1889-11-15

the hour you named. am sorry you
had to walk"
Il wasn't vexed about it." replied the
visitor. Nor am / in . hurry about my
trunk"
Il sprained my ankle" Mrs. Hendef.
son said. Il am afraid I will not be
about for three or four days"
THAT is too bad commiseratingly
rejoined Miss Atwood. 1T seems ! VA
just to come. / can do ever so many
things for you"
"Yes," grimly assented Mrs. Hender.
son.
"Iu first look after that ankle" the
visitor said, briskly. cheerfully.
She removed her dainty-looking cuffs,
and then took OF her aunt's shoe and
stocking.
st is considerably swollen" she said.
Il am not surprised" replied Mrs.
Henderson. You will find a bottle Of
liniment in the cupboard, yonder."
Il wouldn't put liniment on it Just
yet" advised Fanny. Have you any
sugar of lead?"
Very likely. Look in that medicine
box in the cupboard There's a little Of
every thing there. almost"
Fanny found the sugar Of lead. and
then some linen suitable for a bandage.
She put the sugar Of lead in . basin,
| added cold water, soaked the bandage in
it and then wrapped it around the
swollen ankle. She went about it like
a professional nurse.
That feels very COOLING" Mrs. Hen
derson gratefully said.
There is nothing reduces a swelling
like sugar of lead water replied Fan
nv. iii wet the bandage every now
and then with it just you remain quiet,
dearie, and don't bother yourself about
any thing. You have no grip
NO, child Mrs. Henderson said.
"We can not afford to keep one"
iii get uncle his dinner announced
Fanny.
"You1l-get-George his dinner!" re-
peated Mrs. Henderson.
Fanny noticed the incredulity in her
tone. laughed prettily, and said:
"Why shouldn't l? If you'll allow me
to skirmish around I'll manage to find
thing However, il isn't near dinner
time yet When I went to the kitchen
for the basin 1 saw you had sprinkled
the clothes. Shall / iron them?"
She saw the odd smile that came to
her tired aunt's lips and correctly inter
preted it.
May be you think / can't iron?" she
pleasantly said. 'Just you wait and See"
Bat the dress you have on Miss At
wood. It
Twas selected for service completed
Fanny. '-Of course I'll put on one Of
your aprons"
When George Henderson returned
from his errand he heard some n sing
ing in the kitchen. He stepped in and
saw his niece ironing away as deity as
if she had spent the best part Of her life
at it She made such a pretty picture
that be stood still and looked at her.
How do you do. uncle?- a twinkle of
merriment in her brown eyes; then she
went and kissed him, standing on tip-toe
to do so.
I'm glad you've come, Fanny" he
said with heartiness- Il suppose Matte
explained why I did no. meet you at the
station? But why are you ironing?
Where is Mattie?"
She is lying down, uncle. She fell
and sp-ained her ankle"
Mr.. Henderson stepped into the sit
ting-room. a look Of concern on his face.
Why, dear. how did this happen?" he
kindly asked.
''Oh. how does any thing happen?' she
replied. a little ENORMOUSLY. Through
my own swkwardness. no doubt. I al
most tainted. the pain was so great"
Does il pain you now, dear?"
Il an glad TO say that it doesn't"
III battle il with sugar of lead wa
ter" he said There isn't any thing
better"
Fanny has already done that" re-
piled the wife. 1T was her own sug-
gestion."
oh" CALCULATED Mr.. Henderson, with
increasing appreciation of his niece.
And she insists upon ironing. A
pretty mess she'll make o. it,"
We'll, may be not" Mr.. Henderson
said. in a quiet tone. Il watched her a
little while. Matte, you are . good
%ironer. but she is your equal"
''Oh. nonsense. George" exclaimed
his wife. Reared in the city, as she has
been--
Didn't necessarily make her a lazy,
silly. novel-reading imbecile," inter
rupted her husband. Perhaps We
haven't been just to Fanny. I think she
is a solid, energetic. capable sort OF a
girl. and it is lucky that she came"
well. 1 hope it may prove so."doubt-
ingly reioined the wife. George. there's
the butter"
Iii churn that" he said. "We1lg get
along. Just you keep your mind at
ease. You will get about much sooner
if you do"
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner, now
and then slipping into the sitting-room
to wet the bandage, and to chat in her
CHEEKY way with the patient
On the third day Mrs. Henderson was
able to hobble to the kitchen. where
she found every thing in most excellent
order.
Look at my currant jelly" Fanny
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