The Red Cloud chief., 1892-08-26

lorn old woman in il. How finely peo-
PIE are getting to dress. I'm sure |
don't see how they afford It," muttcred
she, rs u group of young ladies passed
her in beautiful gowns of shimmcring
summer goods. And then she thought
of her Sunday silk, lying undisturbed
for fourteen months in the trunk ut
home, and wondered whether il had be-
come spotted. She would examine 1t
as soon as she got home.
Her CHEEKY mood was dampcncd by
an encounter with the pastor of her
church. Rev. DR.. Books.cr. who seemed
to answer her hearty bow rather stern.
ly. ale needn't look so mad" she
grumblcd to herself. Goodness knows
! go to church as often as | can. II he
had To keep house for nine cross-graincd
mortals as | do, he wouldn't 60 To
church but once in fourteen months,
either"
Mrs. Snivcly Dor grew jolly again,
as Il laughing, happy crowd of children
came jostling toward her, books and
papers in their hands. Schools out
early this afternoon" thought Mrs.
Snivcly. "And dear me, what sweet
little darlings, But I don't tbink it's
right to dress children up so. just to
send them 10 school. Now do lock ut
that silk waist. and that little chaps
velvetcen. When | was a girl. calico
was plenty good enough for school.
But moneys getting abundant nova
days. 'ccpting in II certain tin box l
know Of"
A square or two further she began to
come to the stores. whats the post
Office closed for? Some government
holiday, ! suppose. Government seems
to have twice as many holidays as or
binary folks, anyway. And Holling-
ways closed. too. Now | do hope his
wife isn't dead. She was real bad,
last heard. Why, of all the world!'
Here Mrs. Snively's surprise became
inarticulatc, for she turned a corner on
Il long row of stores, all closed and the
curtains down. Here was the market
where she must go first, all shut ny
and the door locked, for she tried il,
whats wanted, Mrs. Snivcly?" SAID
the owner, u Jolly young man, who livct
above his shop and who CHANGED t.
come out ut this moment very neatly
attircd. Getting contributions fol
the heather, Mrs. Snivcly, in that biz
baskctn!'
~ want to know, John Boardman,'
began Mrs. Snivcly, smartly, why al
these business houses are closed. VIVA
sort of II new tangled holiday is this
You'll have IL next so that one can shol
only one day in the week"
"lVhy, Mrs. Snively, don'tyou believe
in keeping Sunday?'
SUNDAY. John Boardmnn, are yo'
telling me that this is Sunday"'
'Of course, it's Sunday! Why, wha
did"
But Mrs. Snivcly, big basket, market
ing and all, q scared, futter ring, con
ical little figure, was already half
square away, scudding along with
sore heart, half shrinking. half dcfian,
swell, no wonder" groancd she
"Thc same life, week in. week out
One day ike the rest. No one TO tai
to except the dodgers, and then onl.
about eating. nave no Sunday in IN
life. and that's a fact. What are yo
giggling at, you impudcnt little brat?
This to an urchin trotting from Sunda
. school who stopped To- gaze in undi.
guised wonder ut the big basket.
!, Mrs. Snively went home through 10y
| streets, feeling wOefully conspicuous
and quite like n feminine Rip Va
/, Wrinkle. When she reached her great
lonely house, she set the big baske