The Red Cloud chief., 1893-08-04

team into tnat OF an OLD C0l0red man,
who with his frail looking old wife
had but q few moments before been
driving along the streets on their way
10 the market there to dispose Of a
weeks accumulation Of eggs, butter
and vegetables, and had 80 jostled
their poor little r,ckcty wagon as 10
send their products Of the farm and
dairy into the filth Of the much neg
lected street, Then TO add insult to
injury this specimen Of brutality sat
upon his perch and gave vent TO a
string Of abusive epithets, calling the
poor old people niggers, and cursing
tho day wherein president Lincoln
had struck the shackles of the limbs
OF near four million souls. I had
been over to the post Office, but on be-
holding the crowd At the corner had
hurridly crossed the street and arrived
just in time to see the big blackgusrd
remove a qu,d Of tobacco from bis
cavernous mouth and bespatter the
face Of the poor old negress with the
loathsome article just as she was
crawling out from under his horses
feet wherc she had fallen when so
rudely jostled by the stronger team
Of the brute who drove it. In my *.
element I had not noticed D,cR's
presence, but oil Of b sudden saw him
leap from the sidewalk, place his
hands on the wagon box, spring into
tho wagon and with a single blow
knock tue vulgar tesmster of of the
scat, in the mud below. "Bravov
cried a one-lcpged soldier, and then q
shout went up from the crowd.
Dick sprang out just in time to meet
the now Infatuated william who came
at his antagonist like a wounded bi.
son, but was met by Dicks good right
list, and sent sprawling upon the
ground. Again he made . lunge At
Dick, and again did he go down, but
this time to lie very low in the gutter
until pulled out by o trio Of policemen
who had just then como upon the
scene. They we're about to arrest
Dick as we'll as the big duffer, but
we're emplorcd by the old colorcd
woman not 80 de deah Lawd's sake
to rest an take tn dc Jail, de Dressed
gentleman who had don stopped de
mouf Of de dirty BLACKBOARD what has
DON gon' an knocked us all into dc
mud" For once in the hist DRY Of
the strange things that do sometimes
happen, be it recorded that these gen.
tlemen Of the star turned their atten.
ton to the mud.besmeared, woe.be.
gone looking creature whom they had
just dragged out OF the gutter, and
made no attempt to arrest Dick.
Dick, assisted By Naomi, lent . help.
ing hand At trying to save some Of
! the goods Of the old people whose
hearts we're wcll.nigh bursting with
grief wei the loss. After gathering
up a portion Of the rolls Of butter, un.
broken eggs, cabbages, and other
. stuff and restoring it to the little
wagon, Naomi slipped . handful Of
, bright silver coin into the hands OF
!, the old lady, and, touching Dick on
the arm whispered that they would
t better return home.
0 l shall never forget how noble Dick
looked as he passed through the crowd,
and how supremely happy looked the
! sweet young lady who for the very first
: time-so far as l know-leaned gently
. upon the arm Of her escort.
That evening We all spent together
= at Phineas Boomers, and . JOY full
0 evening it was. When l look back tc
=. that one particular evening, and re,
member how little did We suspect tina,
:, before another such should be enjoyed
, by Us collectively for many, many
months, I ON thankful that no such
thought at the time creptin to turn oul
4 happiness into forebodings. There w
@ we're. Phineas, Ruth, his sweet.faced
. old wife, Namoi, Dicks afiansed, (as
afterwards learned that she really was
i Dick, the noble, great hearted Dick
e and he who writes faithfully and true
c this narrative, be it never 80 homely
q executed.
We sat until late in the evening
talking, listening to Naomi ct the pi
auo, and to the pure Autc.like voice ol
the bride that was to be, and to the
full manly voice Of her future husband
We took our leave at last, and return.
ing to u hotel, were soon sleeping
soundly. Next morning We awoks
early, and after breakfast strolled on,
r over town for our accustomed walk
q when what should We hear but tn,
i, names Bill Willoughby and Dicl
Nailor being cried by a little news
o boy as he went from street corner t.
Q ST. Q IT corner offering the Columbu.
Journal for sale. As ! now rcmem
Der, he cried out in about the follow
ing fashion: "CO-l.u-m.bus Journal
Z All about Bill Willoughby and Dicl
Nil. Lo:u. 80 nktn vh:1o H. 49,