Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1892-08-06

It's hazy time an lazy time, an time to take
YOU ease,
To Iissen to the locust an go Mayin' with the
A fclierid feel like nshin'-but IT gives his line
a Jerk.
An dreamin', here an wisbin's gittin' mighty
much like work.
Atlanta Constitution.
'TWIXT LOVE AND PRIDE.
Cecil and | were sitting in the big
| chair BY the fire in the warm, dimly
lighted library. Just after dinner he
brought me here To tell him a story.
Cecil was a spoiled child. We all rec
ognized that fact. but as we had con-
| spired 10 spoil hin. we could not blame
him for insisting UPON the privileges
we bad uuwisely accorded. Thus it
came about that | vas spending my
evening here while the others amused
themselves in the distant parlor.
"What shall it be?" | asked, prepared
to thrill my small nearer with some
wondrous tale.
Anything" he said, drawing my
arm about him. "You know so many,
Dorothy"
Anything" was very vague. but
after hard thinking some impulse
prompted me TO tell hiIn the story Of
Baldur, Baldur the god. | was not
sure that he would like it,, but he did.
The little face grew flushed and earn
est; he leaned forward, his eyes eager
and shining as | told of the great deeds
Of the god and every ones love COR
him. Aud when ! came TO Loki, de-
ecribing his t%reachery and cunning,
the scorn and anger on Cecirs face al
most made me laugh. ] finished with
the grand funeral ship sailing out over
the waters while the warriors mourned
on the shore and he sank back with q
deep sigh.
Don't you like my story?' ! asked,
as he did not speak.
"Oh, yes, it is the best Of them ALL"
I Suddenly. after another silence. "Doro-
thy. are there any such men now?"
mo, dear. but there are good ones
STILL" | answered dreamily. thinking
Of some lives ! knew, not godlike, but
go truly noble in the face of bitter cir
cumstances.
lie was very quiet after that, nest
ling costly in my arms with his eyes
OF the fire, the little head full of
thought.
dorothy" he said at last, "isn't DR..
Harcourt noble and brave?'
j felt the color flash to my face.
81 don't know. Cecil. | thought so
once, but lately he has not acted very
bravely."
"Why not, Dorothy"
"Oh. / can't tell exactly-hc is fight
ing "A ehimera and is allowing il TO
master him."
| spoke dreamily and to myself
rather than TO the child. At that mo-
ment before he could ask any more
questions, tho door-bell rang. | heard
my sister Helen's voice, then the clog
ing of the parlor door and all was still
again; but i moment later there came
a tap at the library door and DIR. Har-
court opened il and came in. The
light was too dim FOR him to see us till
] laughed and said;
Good evening"
"What are you doing here in the
dark?" he asked. coming over TO the
fire. HAS she been telling you ghost
stories, Cccil?"
NO. scornfully, II don't like ghost
stories; Dorothy never tells them"
Il have been leading him through
old mythologies gravely sweet" | ex-
planned as DR.. ~iiarcourt sat down OPP
pos!te US.
Dreaming, as usual" he laughed.
IL wonder if YOU will ever come down
10 practical life, Dorothy"
Cecil lost his support then. for |
drew myself upright; il was not pleas
ant 10 be called q dreamer. especially
when ! fancied myself growing so
sternly practical.
"Havc / made another blunder?"
smiling at my angry face. "You must
pardon my prosaic view Of things"
Then his tone changing suddenly,
Helen tells me you have been out to-
day"
Eyes"
But here Cecil interrupted; slipping
down by my side he went over to the
doctors chair and climbed on his knee.
Something sent my thoughts back TO
the time three years ago, when had
had On art craze, and this friend had
patiently shown me all the treasures
accessible TO the public in the city.
We did not live in the grand house
then, but in a small one on an old
fashioned street. There were five of
us Branaons. Jack, Nan, Helen, Cecil
and |, Dorothy, a large family to sup
port on the very modest income moth
err derived from the property papa left
her. Jack had been expected to fol-
low papa's footsteps and study for the
ministry. but the life was not suited to
his pushing, energetic nature. Poor
Jack! He had a hard struggle to
bring mamma around TO his way of
thinking. but by and by she was forced
to yield and allow him TO abandon the
idea Of a professional career alto
gether.
He had a great scheme for making
his fortune in the West, but it required
capital. and we had very little of that.
Nevertheless, Jack would not give
up; the idea was n good one. and soon
er or later no could make it work, he
declared.
The two other girls. Nan and Helen,
had their own congenial tastes and
pursuits. and dorothy - had my
separate life. l read and studied,
dreamed and planned, as every girl
viii do, laughed at generally by prac-
teal Jack and the girls. but always
helped and encouraged by Jacks friend
Philip Harcourt.
IL was strange that such a strong
friendship should have grown up be-
tween us two. for Philip was much
older than j. q practical, sensible man.
aud i waS only Dorothy. the dreamer.
as they called me a ensar -.sx.-se OF
sense and nonsense, childish impul-
siveness and girlish fancies. Yet he
always So unparalleled with me. always
drew me on to tell him all my fancies.
Perhaps his kindly criticism had mucl,
to do with the fate OF these same
~fancies, because he never laughed at
tthnm olwaxS ranaufal nj any folly