Arizona republican., 1899-01-10

dOneTs They be half asleep all day, bur Nllh the yellow dawning of those myads of stars glow of warmth quekens them So much the better, if there should be moon to make faces among the chimney tops! CIhere moon that nght) If the snow be on the way and the air tense with the expectation of it, the nerves awake and sing the languid soul into pleasure.
 turned down poor alley to visit acquaintance there Essex woman who talks about threading her needle and supposes the puar of horse to be housen She is married to sailor who sails the no more He sometimes tries to explain to the geography-or seog- raphyof ship understand it, but have learn cd to talk about the 'ryals' and 'the main-topgaon whatever that may be-
 "The snow is comng! said to his wife, with as much exultation if had said ''The queen is coming!
 miss she said, and coals Is one,and threepence
 hundred and they'll go up." She glanced at the sky
 What pity is to have financial interest in the wealth er felt ashamed because I had none. l remembered Mrs. Ewings heroine who poked the fire ,expensvely and sighed little-and smiled alsoto think that could poke mine often liked. Then went into the South Kensington museum to look for spinning wheel
 The policeman and the man at the entrance divided in their minds whether spinning wheel is piece of furniture machine If it piece of furniture yes you will find it there! If it is machine, no you will never
 find 1t unless the road Not feeling inclined to go the road chose to consider it furniture
 Past and past the other of the columns of Traian through the old tapestry room, down the corridor of slowmen and snowwomen bequeahed te by Greeks and Romans. went and reached at last the place where chairs and tables and beds and cabinets and mirrors ranged with orlorn regularity, show what beautiful homes people had once. There spinning wheel among them. I listened for the ghostly hum of it in vain
 Tired out after long search, sat down to rest the pedestal of a cupboard.
 The gallery was quite descrted except for woman of middle age, who seemed willing neither go to stay Something dgety and wistul about her compelled to notice her movements She went to and fro with rapd uncertain steps, making indefinite pauses before the object of her leave it. as were-aways returning The magnetic force that attracted her seemed reside wooden cradle There nothing particular about it. it not like the cradle of the earl of Derwen water which stood bthree black feathers that had been golden still waved sty the head It just wooden crade-nothing more, nothing less Yet she came back again and again. if she could not tear herself from the spot She well favored person, fresh and weatherbeaten though she had lived much in the open air Her dress neat that the shabby material of it did first strike the eye would perhaps have struck at all but for the fact that she woollen gloves. She clearly single woman could have told that by the vague uddenness of motion which to those who much by themselves and have to think of disturbing other women in the
 'You here! she sad addressing policeman he went by. Mine is much better than that and she pointed to the cradle Her accent was good but she spoke rather too loud for a lady.
 Indeed Miss said the guardian of law and order with great poIiteness He knew as we'll I did that she was Miss and not Mrs
 Mine is old it's been in family from father son, and all that kind of thing she went "The museums given f6 for that Do you think, they would give e6 for mine? The carving mine is much better, I know because I'm an artist That's not good art at all Now, mines Eizabethan
 Maybe, Miss Couldn't say, We an't got but one or two specimens
 i've half a mind to do it. she said in quick excited tones Tn sick to death of London lodgings; there isn't room to swing cat in them I'd better by half have fire to sit by And could always come and the cradle here, couldn't I? They wouldn't take it away2 I could always and see it? could and every day if l liked"
 The policeman treasured her to this, and moved Now thought, she would surely go. But she did not. She waited until the policeman out of sight when she took biscuit from her pocket and began to eat carefully and furtivey, making few crumbs possible It her afternoon tea supposed and she taking it here for the sake of the warmth
 T beg your pardon" began. q heard you say just now that you had beautiful old cradle I happen to know lady who Is fond of such things feel that she would give you e10 if you would be kind to dis pose of it to her.
 No, she said without moments hesitation q wouldn't part with it. not to any private individual It my mothers, and my mothers mothers before her wouldn't let it go except to here And wouldn't do that only the snow's coming. But come and it here every day-every dayust if it was in my room.
 There refreshing absence of gratitude about her; she did not even say "Thanl you" turned away
 The street brighter the air tingled ercely than ever went home but felt glad longer because the snow was comng-M. E. Coleridge in the Cornh NIaga- zine