Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1890-01-25
CHAPTER v.


papa, there j. SUch a grand circus in
Cardiff, | wish you would let me go. Jem
would take me, and / should so like to 90.
May I?'
My pet, | hate to refuse you anything,
out you cannot go; you have a bad cough
and the nights are so very cold. Ii might
XIII you, and what would poor papado with
out his own dear little daughter? No, my
dear little woman must stop at home this
time, and to reward her obedience | will
take her TO see a pantomime soon in the biz
beautiful city where Dick Wilmington
iivet; You remember what the bells said TO
him?"
Turn again, Dick Wilmington, thrice
Lord Mayor of London"
He believed the bells like a tractable
boy, and obcyed."
Yes, ! know, papa; but a circus is here,
and not 10 be waited for like a pantomime;
/ hate waiting"
80 DO | FOR some things,' said Mr.. PEN
fold meaningly, as Dorothy laid her hand
on his shoulder. IL turned to smile up
fondjy into the sweet face and say: Il hate
10 wait for my wife, yet she says | must"
But you must, unless you would enrich a
AAei pAA Abh \ = hN NAh Nbhhb AllAbs Il
am sorry Ally should be disappointed; she
la, heard so much about tie clown, the
lor es. the elephants, and a host Of other
wonders, that her little head is turned. Why
not take her 10 a morning performance?
YOU can wrap her up costly, and then it may
not harm her.
Il fear the risk, she is such a fragile little
blossom"
do not let me persuade you against your
better judgment, Pierce; she is so sweetly
good, ! know she will not fret over what
cannot be helped"
Aily's pretty lips pouted, and she looked
so much inclined TO fret that her indulgent
papa said:
well, We'll think about it, pet, only be
good. have a lot of business letters to
write, you must run away, darling, and let
Miss Snow teach you your letters; you will
soon be able to read that grand book l gave
you the other day"
The child danced away holding Dorothy's
hand, and chattering in her pretty baby
way.
She was a dear little creature, and al
ready Dorothy loved her.
Dorothy was radiant with happiness, life
seemed so changed TO her.
She took her charge TO the nursery, a
quaint pretty room, barely and plainly fur
nishei, but full of tight and air.
Dorothy liked the roGn much. for it look
ed out upon 4 beautiful landscape.
She took a gaudy-colored book on her lap.
and tried to teach the little girl the letters,
big 4, little A, bouncing B-business.
Dorothy smiled over her task, and won
dered what her fine friends would think
could they see her in her new rote OF nurs-
cry-goyernesS.
The houscmaid Jane came up TO make the
five, and stood idly watching Dorothy and
Ally.
IL should not have patience to teach a
child; YOU are used to ii, l suppose, Miss
Snow?'
Dorothy was about to say she was not,
but she thought better of it, and said:
1T is peasant enough work with only
one child"
You are very young. Miss Snow, to havo
had any experience. Why, you can't be
twe@--."
No, / wish / was; l I'm only nineteen.
Ally, which is E"'
Jane went away singing softly TO herself,
and the afternoon passed away, and the sun
went down amid fiame-colored clouds.
Dorothy was teaching Ally the beauty Of
the eyer-changing sky. The sun sank like
a ball of fire, and dusk crept over the earth
like a mantle Of silence.
Ally slipped away to see II papa bad
finished his business. She found him In his
study sitting before o writing table reading
a paper; his face was pale and troubled, and
the light OF the reading lamp shone full
upon his haggard face.
Ally ran to him, climbed upon his knee,
and said:
MAY l have tea with you, papay"
lie Kissed her very tenderly, then hastily
writing on q sheet Of paper, Darling, does
this refer to you? Send back word by Ally,
yes or no. he then cut out half a column OF
newspaper and enclosed II, saying TO Ally:
"Where Is Miss Snow, pet"
al left her in the nursery, papa; she has
dressed for dinner, so l shall fpd her there
STILL"
.Rnn then pet, and give her this. Tell her
papa wants an W
When Ally ran into the nursery, her
pretty white frock auttered about her, her
tiny dancing feet tripping lightly over the