The Red Cloud chief., 1893-08-18
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broke suddenly over the
puzzled baby face. Mother Goosc!"
Precisely" said Ida, accommodating
herself to the tender little feet and
rhythmically supplying the context:
There was an old woman,
Tossed up In a blanket,
Seventeen times az high as the moon;
What she did there
cannot tell you.
Hut In her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman.
Old woman, said I,
Oh, whittier, oh. whittier, oh, whittier 80 high
To sweep the cobwcbs on the sky,
And Ill be back again by and by"
II was so dcliciously easy to be non-
sensi,sl that day.
But you'll come back, auntic. by and
bye" There was Il touch of anxiety in
the ignorant little voice.
81 will never get 50 very far away
from you, my darling, my little sun
team, my salvation!'
They had reached the front door Of
fheir W home by this time. Ida
handed the child promptly over to old
Dido. who was her abjcct serf. Then She
turned towards the stairway alone.
II have found out all want to know,
Dido"
Dido looked into the illumined ycung
face before her with a new respect. She
had lifted the veil heavy with the dust
OF half a century.
well, my chil'?"
"Rubbish!' Ida snapped her fingers
airily. I'm Disguised to think how
much generation | have wasted on il all
these years. And, Dido. | am going to
have a plain talk with father to-day. I
wanted to know the whole truth first.
After to-day you sha'n't hide our dear
little girl away III that gloomy old wing
any longer. I'm going to sweep the
cobwebs out Of fathers brain next
J mot much hardship in the wing
said old Dido, not altogether relishing
the iconoclastic spirit that was invading
Glenburnie. Things that had remained
solid so long must have some inherent
strength in thcm-the vendetta among
them. She was almost too old to adjust
herself 70 u l~ivelier order of things.
: II tell you what it is. missy"
But lda's skirts were Just disappear
Ane around the last curve in the spiral
staircase. She had gone to sweep the
cobwcbs from her fathers bratA, to
>Gutter her new wings detiantly in his
presence. She found him impaticntly
arranging the chess-mcn on tie board.
lie consulted his watch before &C.
knowledging her cheerful greeting:
'You are o~utgrowing the old-fash.
toned virtue of p~unctuality, Ida, | am
sorry TO See"
IL am outgro Singa great many other
things, father, I am glad to say, but
hope ! will always retain due respect fol-
that old-fashioncd virtue, rs you call it,
She took her place opposite him, but
made no motion towards awaiting her
self Of the accorded privilege Of taking
the first o
81 think our game will have to wal
a little while this morning, father.
want to have n long and Il plain tall
with you-must have, in fact"
The sybarite leaned back in his chat
with a groan:
''Spare me! Are the mules dyin,
with ~epizootic? Send for a veterinary
Are the gin-saws in need of sharpening
Send for II gin-wright."
Ida held up her hand imperiously;
"Father, ! nm in no mood for you
cynical jests. l have just come fror
White Cliffs. Mrs. Lorimer is very il
but do not think she will die. lie
Sons do"
"Whitc Cliffs! You have been (
White Cliffs, and have the temcrity I
acknowledge it to mc?!" His face WI
purple with rage.
II have"
sand you are not afraid of IN
curse?"
mot in the least"
There was such cool assurance, sue
indomitable courage, in her face an
voice that her father felt suddenly sci
convicted of foolish buster. He shifte
his position restlessly, but remained $
lent.
flasher" she said, in "A sweet, gray
voice, Utterly devoid Of disrcspcct, q
you to listen to me quietly. Whe
] get through, then will De time cnoug
for any vaporing You may feel incline
To. But things must be altered"
"You take advantage of my helples
old age 20 insult me with impunity
girl. II Is the common lot of parent
70 experience the ingratitude Of chi