The Red Cloud chief., 1889-12-06
where in our makeup to say this, YET it is

where in our makeup to say this, yet it il
true.
We put a ever sweeter pulse into the
music: we are al glad TO get home, cspec-
tally are we glad that it is an American
home. and there is no inclination even .
sigh, unless it De from sheer satisfaction.
It's al very well to talk Of the pleasures
OF an ocean trip and the grandeur of the
voyage. but we found it monotonous enough
after the first day out. Perhaps for young
persons given to being very sentimental or
inclined to Irritation, the hours between
shores may slip OF '.satiD shod.- but .
those having too much practical sense for
either the one or the other, l should say
time Grags.
Well, here we are, and we glide into the
waters OF the pay, our WI little Narragau
sett- There are plenty OF friends at the
pier awaiting those on board, and again the
h~andkerchiefs are waving, but this time in
glad recognition and not fearful good bye.
But as / said when I started, l have no
friends 10 bid NE welcome only as a fellow
Citizen as the politician says, and so /
come ashore alone. The Stanleys are me:
by q pretty turnout, which whirls them
away rapidly to their fine residence on
Blocker avenue. Here goes a clustering
lot o. steeraCe passengers, strangers in q
strange land. By the look Of them. Finally,
here ! 60, q very eager woman, with multi
tudlnous bits and sizes Of luggage. l signal
scabby, and after q few minutes of '.ooss-
ing around ] an tearing away, too, toward
home.
The dead caves drift. the aster peeps out
from the sheltered sooks by the roadside.
and Yba palSr.Ead hills ,ora % c;ob, a = ,ba
city recedes. Yes, the dear, familiar hills
a. whose feet nestles Bay View cottage. A
turn in the road, we pass a stone wall aad
come to a cold. ba-e-Iooking hedge, and
there Just beyond lies the dearest little spot
on earth 10 ny heart There IS the cottage.
''HaIf in light and half IN shade as the
poet Teuuyson says. I ian never bring my
self TO say Lord Tennyson." Shades of
the vine, No, His wreath of deathIess roses
and lilies and laurel didn'. need the tinsei
and pomp OF we Lord" not TO my Ameri-
canized way Of thinking.
But here IS Bay View cottage. and
d'Eyncourt. Lords and poets are alike for
gotten. Cabby assists me IL with my lug
a I pay him his charges and am once
more in my wv domain and square with the
world.
But where is Miriam. whom / expected to
fly out IoyoUsly and greet me with a cry Of
joyi / Ask myself the question with q
strange f~oreboding of evil stealing over me:
then / noticed something l had not. IL my
unlading CT the cab n gathering together
OF my traps, noticed before. There was an
unusual stiffness about the cottage. and
through the half-opeu door comes q smell Of
medicine. Can it be possible. Yes, Mir
lam is s.very i'll So Maggie SAYS. as she
comes tiptoeing out TO meet me.
leave my luggage forgotten on the little
porch and follow the maid into the house
with a great pain at my heart. / feel dumb
and dizzy with the anguish Of ~Gissppoint-
ment and fear, but I manage to ASK how
long Miriam has been III and if she is dam
gerously so. She has beer IL for Two weeks
or more and is at present faltering between
life and death. so Doctor Cushman said last
evening. A neichooring lady is upstairs
with her installed as nurse until / shout"
return 10 MAKE further ARRANGEMENTS.
ITO BE CONTINUED.