The Red Cloud chief., 1892-09-09
THE EDITOR.
How He Was Entertained In q
Modest Home.

Nell and l were orphans and lived
with our brother Tom. Tom was an
orphan, too, of course, but then male
orphans are never the recipients Of
sympathy and mothcrly advice from
every dear bic lady in the n~cighborhood,
so that by and by they really forget
hat they are orphans.
Tom was twenty, and he kept a sta
tionery shop, and we lived in four
small rooms in the rear Of the shop.
This was in one of the new towns that
spring up in "a night on Puget sound,
and although the town itself was rough.
bustling and noisy, we were very hap
py there, for our rooms were within o
hundred yards of the opaline waters,
and the shore slopcd to them, green rs
emeralds the whole winter through.
Nell assisted Tom in the shop, and I,
besides being h~ousekeeper, contributed
to several magazines, which helped
wonderfully in the way of new gowns,
gloves, bonnets and all the dainty things
which delighted our souls.
We were quite the noisiest and most
harum-scarum household you can i'm
agine. AS / have said, we had only
four rooms. In one of these Tom slum-
bcred the dreamy hours away nightly,
md IT, was 1.-THE meanest, darkest,
smothcriest room in the whole shc-
bang" Tom was given to declaring
each time he entered it on slumber
bent. Then there was "a room wherein
Nell and l slept, and from whose win
dow we could see ut dawn dear, white
Mount Baker towering into the prim-
rose sky. Then the kitchen, and lastly
the parlor, which Nell called the draw
ing-room, and which also served rs
dining-room. Between the parlor and
the shop was q tiny cubby hole of a
room, about six feet square and dark as
a dungeon. in which Tom kept surplus
stock, and in which we like wise Snug
glcd away sundry bags from the green
grocer's, trusting to the friendly dark
ness to conceal them from the inquisi-
tive eyes of our visitors.
Our parlor was u thing having once
Been seen to be remembered. It was
eleven feet wide and sixteen feet long,
and in il were one stove, one organ. one
sewing machine 1--WE made our own
gowns), one three-ply carpet, one big,
black dog (by the lame of jeff, who
was u fixture and the object of our de-
voted affections). one dictionary and
stand, one walnut table, four chairs
(more or less brokcn), trunk (de-
ccptively crctonned and cushioned up
TO allure unsuspecting guests into the
rnshness of sitting upon it), one book
case, some pictures, and, alas! that
must chronicle it of q parlor! a bureau!
"A really and truly bureau in a par
lor," AS n little girl said once, to the
~hysterical mirth of ourselves and the
specchless modification of her mother,
who had brought her to call. How
ever, the size-or lack of sizc-of our
bed chamber forbade the introduction
of "a bureau, so into the parlor it went.
One autumn evening Tom was in the
shop, and Nell and ! We're making our
selves very comfortable in the parlor,
tipped back In our rocking chairs, with
cups of chocolate In our hands, and nj
feet on the low nickel rod that ncom-
passed the stove. We had been sew
ing, and the was in the widest
disorder. The machine was in the cen
ter Of the floor, its box was upside
down, the bureau was Uttered with
yards and yards of embroidery, spools,
scissors, tape-lines and buttons; there
were piles on piles OF muslin uncut,
and dozens of muslin garments in vari-
Gus degrees of cent, bastcd and sewed''
all over the floor, chairs, organ and
trunk.
''Welu have our chocolate" Nell had
said, land then wen have a cl'ar'n'-up
SPELL
But suddenly we heard the shop door
open, and then u gentieman's voice
the kind of voice we did not hear fire.
quently in that rough town. 1t was