The Red Cloud chief., 1890-12-26

precincts OF the village. These young
savageS were no respecters of persons.
They whooped Inc shouted under the
very windows of Judge Jones, whose
name usually inspired fear in the breast
OF Large or small Hiliporters. Nor did
they stand in awe of ministers Of the
Gospel or show any regard for a church.
In truth. they did not know the uses of
church, beyond the fact that it was a
lot OF fun TO throw stones at it while
people we're within On Sunday morn
ings. And as for a preacher, wasn't he
a creature whose long-tailed coat af-
fordei glorious opportunities for deco
ration which made laughter for the dec
orators? These were the base uses to
which the Hunter children put sacred
beings and buildings They did dozens
OF other things equally hateful in the
eyes of the respectable portion of the
community; but with all their mischiey-
Gus instincts their depredations were
never absolutely fragrant and unendur-
able.
BY and Dy some of the charft-
abis Of fae f0S1d1Oik began to pity the
foriorn condition of the young savages.
particularly when it became known
that their father was a shiftless soul,
who lOafed three days for every n he
worked, and that their mother had lost
whatever spirit or energy she had once
possessed and was now merely enduring
existence until it ended. And as for
poverty, Hillporters had never really
known what it was until the Hunters
enlightened them.
One of the few persons who felt sorry
to see the little Hunters grow up 81
neglected was Mrs. Eaynor. whose
pretty home was not far from their
dreary dwelling. She made the ac-
quaintance of all OF them, but had
taken a particular fancy to six-year-old
Ruth. a pretty child, with much sweet
ness and gentleness in her face and
voice. Indeed. to look at Ruth one
could not realize that she had been
born to neglect, poverty and all the un-
happy results these two evils breed.
Mrs. Raynor helped the poor little
untaught soul to many an innocent
pleasure and some substantial comforts.
One raw autumn day she met Ruth on
the street in tears.
What's the matter, Ruthie?" asked
the kind lady.
I'LL want to GO to school and h-have
warm clothes like o-o-other little girls.
sobbed Ruth, shivering in hec thin and
ragged gown. lin so tired OF being
hungry and cold"
This blunt confession smote Mrs
Eaynor I the heart.
Don't cry. child. don't cry. I'll see 1t
you can't nave some warm clothes n
60 to school, and she OOk Ruth by b
hand and led her home.
That evening Mrs. Raynor said to her
husband: George, lwant to bring little
Ruth Hunter here, put some decent
clothes on her and SEND her to school
this winter with our children. My heart
aches for the poor neglected little
thing"
Mr.. Eaynor arched his eyebrows re-
provingly. You'll be sure to rue phi
lanthropy of that kind, my dear. It's a
risky thing to bring . barbarian like
her among civilized beings You don't
know how she might injure our own
children"
I'll look closely after all OF them"
said Mrs. Raynor. why, the poor lit
tie thing has had no chance to be any
thing but a barbarian. ! believe there's
plenty OF good in her If some one would
take the trouble to develop it Besides.
I believe We all commit . sin e VIC