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THE RED CLOUD CHIEF.
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INTERNATIONAL PRZSS ASSOCIATION.
CHAPTER ::iX. (Continued.)
"H'm!" remarked Barbara, wJth an
athcr sniff, "perhaps not. But for all
that, MIsh Dorothy Ma'am. X should
uy David StcveiiHoti was a moan boy.
and I never could abide meanness In
man, woman aw child."
"lie wa most generous to mo,"
nald Dorothy, with a sigh.
"Yes, to serve his own ends," said
Barbara, sharply. "You may take such
generosity as that for mc. Not that I
waa Bpcaklng of t' at ma'am, for 1
wasn't, but of the time when David
was a boy a horrid boy. who thought
nothing of stealing the best apples anil
letting another take the blame of It."
"Oh, Uarbara! Barbara!" cried Do
rothy, "you'vo got hold of a wrong
rftory. Why, I know that once when
David stolo some of auntie's apples,
and young Tom Merrlman got the
blame, David came and told auntie
"Yes; and for why?" demanded Bar
bara, with uncompromising sternness.
"Because I happened to have caught
the young limb nt It and collared him
beforo he could get away. 'You are
.'tailing Mrs. Dlmsdale's apples, David
Stovenson,' I said, laying hold of him
suddcnllko; 'and you stole them other
apples that Tom Merrlman has been
sacked for.' 'And what's that to you.
you old sneak?' he asked. 'Sneak or
no sneak,' said I, 'you'll turn out your
pockets to mo, my flno gentleman; and
you'll go straight up to the house and
you'll tell Miss ldmsdnlo that It was
you stolo tho npplos last week, and
then you'll go and ask Tom Merrl
mun's pardon for having let him lie
under your fault,' 'That 1 shan't,' says
he. 'Then,' says I, "l Just walks you
right off to Miss Dlmsdale, and she'll
see you with your pockets full, red
handed as you arc. No', Bays I, 'It's no
uso to struggle. I've got you safe by
the arms, and so I mean to keep you,
whether you like It or not. And If
onco Miss DImsdalo knows the truth,
do you know what she'll do, David
Stevenson?' says I. 'No,' says he,
.sulkily. 'What?' 'She'll never stop to
think that you're David Stevenson of
Holroyd,' I sayB, 'but Bhe'll Just hand
you over to tho constable at once, and
I don't think, my young gentleman,' I
adds, 'that Tom Merrlman having got
tho sack to fill your- Inside with 111
gottcn goods, '11 help you with the
bench In tho very least.' "
,"Well, bo I suppose he gave In,"
"Well, of course, ho had to." return
ed Barbara, with prnctlcal plainness;
"but all tho same, ho never forgave me
for having been tho ono to get the bet
ter of him,. and nover forgot It, not to
tho very last day we were at the hall.
Ah! Miss Dorothy, darling, If you had
thought proper to marry David Stevcn
Hon, you would have had to do with
out mc. Ho never would have had mo
about him, and I wouldn't have taken
Bcrvlco under his roof no, not to save
myself from ending my days in tho
"Barbara, Barbara," cried Dorothy
chldlngly, "not for mo?"
"Well, if you had put It In that way.
Miss Dorothy, you might havo got over
me," tho old woman answered.
But stay! I think I ought to say
hero that although I havo called her
old In many parts of this story, Bar
bara was not, and could not reason
ably bo called an old woman In tho
common acceptation of tho word. She
was a year or so over fifty, and a very
Htrong, halo woman at that, and at this
tlmo to Dorothy sho was a very rock
and tower of strength.
Well, by virtue of tho letter from Es
ther Brand al '' in the Joy and expecta
tion of her coming, Dorothy passed
-that day with quite a light heart, and
oven sat down to tho little piano and
wing ono or two of tho songs that Dick
liked best. And then sho went to bed
and slept, leaving the door open be
tween her room and Barbara's for com
pany, and Bho dreamed, as she alwaj'3
did, about Dick.
Nor was it a pleasant dream. Sho
Raw Dick on board of a largo steamer,
wearing whlto clothes and a sailor hat,
looking very bronzed and happy. Ho
wbb leaning over tho sldo of tho ship,
with a cigarette In his mouth, Just ns
eho had seen him many n time, and
by his eldo there stood a beautiful lady
not a girl like Dorothy horsoir, but
a beautiful woman of about thirty
years old, such as Dorothy fancied her
old friend at home, Lady Jnno Sturt,
might havo been nt that ago. They
eomcd to bo talking earnestly togeth
er, and after n time such a long tlmo
It Boomed in her dream Dick took ono
of tho lady's hands and raised It to his
lips; then sho laughed and said some
thing, and Dick caught her to him and
kissed her on tho lips. Immediately
afterward, while Dorothy, with frozen
lips, was gazing nt them, Dick turned
his head and lookod hor full in tho eyes
with tho glanco of an utter stranger.
ITU a bhrlok Do
rothy nwoko tho
sun waa streaming
in nt tho sides of
and Barbara wns
J unt coming
through tho door
way with a llttlo
tray boarlng Doro
thy's early cup of
i "9i I scream,
. rii7 ti""" i""
"A bit of a cry. What ailed you.
ma'am?" Barbara asked.
"Oh! I was so frightened I had
such a horrid dream about the master.
I thought "
But Dorothy did not complete the
feculence, for Barbara put out her hand
with a horrified look. "Nay. now, Mis
Dorothy, don't toll It. Whatever yoi
do, don't toll me."
"But why?" cried Dorothy, open
oyed. "You Hliculd never tell a dream be
fore noon, Miss Dorothy," returned
"Oh I" exclaimed Dorothy, "Isn't It
lucky?" She knew that Barbara was
a great believer In luck, and signs and
"It's fatal." answcicd Barbara sol
emnly, whereat Dorothy burst out
laughing, and the worst feelings of
drend with which she had awakened
"I think." die said after breakfast
when Barbara wns clearing the table
"that I shall put on my hat and go up
to tho High street I cannot finish
this until I get some more lace;" then
sho held It up and showed It oIT to
Barbara. "Isn't It sweet?" nhc ex
claimed with Intense satisfaction.
"It' lovely," returned Barbara, who
was overjoyed at tho prospect of :i
baby. "Then do you wish mc to go
with you, ma'am, or will you go alone?"
"Do you want to go?" Dorothy ask
ed. "Well, ma'am, to bo honest, I don't.
I want to turn out tho room for Miss
Esther. You ace, sho may come near
ly as fast as her letter, and I shouldn't
like to put her Into a dirty room."
"It enn't bo dirty, Barbara," cried
Dorothy, laughing, "because nobody
has oer slept In It."
"Well, ma'am," Barbara retorted, "I
can't say that I know a dirtier person
than Mr. Nobody on tho whole."
Dorothy laughed. "Well, then you
evidently have a lot to do, and I would
just as soon go alone. So I will 30
YOU STARTLED ME.
soon, beforo I got tired or tho day gets
hot;" for nlthough Soptembcr was half
over, the weather Just then was most
sultry and trying to those not In tho
best of health,
Sho was soon ready, and went Into
the cosey llttlo kitchen to ask Barbara
If there was anything alio wanted, but
sho did not happen to want anything
"Do I look all right?" Dorothy ask
ed, turning hcrsolf about.
"Yes, you look very sweet this morn
ing, Miss Dorothy," said Barbara. "I
wish tho master could see you this
"So do I." echoed Dorothy promptly.
"Well, ho will seo mo booh enough,
soon enough. Good-by. Barbara."
Barbara followed her to tho door nnd
watched her out Into tho street, and
truly, ns she had said, her young mis
tress was looking very bonny that day.
On her fair hair, loosely arranged, yet
not untidy-looking, she had a small
straw bonnet trimmed with ribbon and
n cluster of glolro do Dijon roses.
Over her pretty blue cotton gown sho
woro a long dust-clonk of somo thin
nnd light-toned matorlal. Sho also woro
tan-colored shoos and Suedo gloves of
about tho samo tone, and sho carried
a largo whlto cotton parnsol to shield
her from tho sun.
It was a very simple and cheap toi
lette, but It was fresh and dainty-looking,
and Dorothy looked bright and
lovable nnd a llttlo lady from tho
crown of her bonnet to the tips of her
shoes; lndcod, more than 0110 person
thought bo ns sho pnssed up tho street;
and tho old Gonornl, who was out for
his usual morning trot, stopped in his
walk, and, wheeling round, stood to
look after her till bIio had turned tho
corner and was out of sight, when ho
went on with his self-imposed sentry
go, wishing with all his heart ho was
forty years younger.
Mcnutlmo Dorothy went serenely on
hor way, reached tho shop for which
sho was bound, nnd thero mndo her
purchases, all small enough for her to
bring them away In a neat llttlo parcel
In her unoccupied hand, And then,
just as sho stepped off tho doorstep of
tho shop on to tho pavement, sho sud
denly found herself face to face with
If It had been possible sho would
havo retreated back into tho shop; but
It was too lato for that. David Stev
enson had already uttered an exclama
tion of surprise, nnd wns .standing
close In front of her, holding out both
his hands to her.
Now, it 4-i was one person In all
fir rl yp
tho wide world whom Dorothy would
rather not havo seen Just then, that
person was David Stevenson. 1 think
she looked all tho dismay which sho
felt, and that sho felt all and perhaps
moro than tho dismay which sho look
ed, "Oh! Is that you?" she gasped.
David let his hands, with their glad
welcome, drop Instantly.
"You're not very glad to see mo, Do
rothy," ho said, in quiet, but bitter re
proach. "I that Is, you startled me," she re
plied, In 11 wild endeavor to put off any
questions he might think proper to
"Evidently," he said, dryly, "and yov
want to get rid of mc, eh?"
"Oh, not at nil," biting her lip and
wishing that she could sink Into tho
ground, or dlsRc'e Into thin nlr, any
whero out of tho way of his hard and
steely-blue eyes, which seemed to look
her through, and to know In a moment
nil the secrets of her life.
"No? Ah, thnl Is better. Then,
since you don't want to get rid of mo
all In a hurry, perhaps you will let mo
walk a llttlo way with you. May 1?"
"Oh, yes, certainly," said Dorothy,
giving herself up for lost at once.
"Do you live near here?" ho asked.
At that moment there was a slight
block on the pavement of tho always
busy street, nnd Just ns David spoko
Dorothy perceived that the sweet
faced lady who lived on tho Hoor above
her wnH also blocked, and stood for a
moment or bo face to face with her.
Undoubtedly sho had heard David's
question Just as Dorothy had done,
and undoubtedly Dorothy had never
seen her eyes so cold or her lips bo
austerely shut before. In her distress
nnd annoyance at being thus nppar
ently caught, Doiothy blushed a vivid,
guilty crimson a fact upon which the
Hwcot-faced lady put tho usual con
Ktructlon to which all highly moral per
sons seem to Jump nt once In a mo
ment of doubt that is, the very worst
"Can you give mo no iicwb from
home, then?" Dorothy asked, in a des
perate voice, raised far above her usu
David looked down at her In sur
prisean involuntary action which
was not lost upon the lady, who waa
still unable to pass on.
"News?" he repeated. "Why, of
course 1 can. I have bo much iiowb to
tell you that I hardly know whero to
begin. Let mo seo Lady Jane le
back, of course."
Dorothy turned her head In tlmo to
seo that the lady had passed on nnd
was out of car shot beforo David had
begun his news.
There, just like David's atupldlty, to
bo too Into. Why, she wondered, Ir
ritably, could ho not havo happened to
sny something which would havo let
that woman upstulrs know that they
had known each other nil their lives?
But no, David had always blundered
whenever nnd wherever sho wns con
cerned, and bIio supposed that ho al
ways would. Her Interest In the homo
ncwH was gone, lost In tho depths of
her annoyance, but sho listened pa
tiently till ho bad exhausted that topic,
till bIio had heard who was married
nnd who wns dead, of a flro In such a
one's rlck-yard, nnd of n barn belong
ing to another which had been struck
Then ho told her how ho had im
proved tho Hall her perfect old homo,
which in her mind needed Improve
ment of no kind how ho had put a
smart, capable gardener In to bring
tho plnce Into real good condition
"And old Isaac?" said Dorothy.Horce-
"Oh, ho Ib still about I shouldn't
turn any old servant of yours off, yon
know. Thero nro plenty of odd Jobs
for him about the place."
"What sort of odd jobs?" demanded
(To bo Continued.)
WORSHIP OF COD.
IlrMol Otvc4 Homo Tlmoly Hint)
Well World ClnrlslilnB.
Tho Rev. C. O. Bristol of Hartford,
Conn., sayB In his anniversary sermon ;
"Lot mo remind you that nmong nil
tho definitions nnd conceptions of wor
ship and tho houso of God, oura Is
ono that has from tho earliest tlmo
leaned toward the moro Btrlct and con
sorvatlvo view. With ua tho church
Is not a concert ball nor a lecture
room. Wo bollovo as firmly as others
In Intellectual training nnd In hours ol
amusement, but they must havo their
rightful placo, nnd that 1b not tho
church. Tho church Ib for tho worship
of God, with those branches that Just
ly concern tho upbuilding of tho spir
itual Ufo nnd tho extension of the
kingdom of God. Within tho wnl's of
tho church you stand upon a hallowed
spot, consecrntcd mndo holy for tho
worship of God. As Jchovn nnnko to
Moses, bo he speaks to us hero, 'Take'
off thy shoes from thy feot, for the
placo whercup thou standest Is holy
ground. A sensitive naturo,
a naturo trained In tho waya of cul
turo, will always havo respect for and
be reverent in tho houso of God during
tho hours sot apart for public worship,
A naturo that la not so sensltlvo noi
bo trained In tho arts of true manhood
and womanhood will not bo revcront
here, nor elsewhere 'conBldornto of the
feollngs of others. It la therefore nt
othor hours In God's houso that I ask
you to maintain tho nttltudo of rover
once. When for any purposo you are
brought horc, whethor tho first day or
tho fourth; whether for work or wor
ship, let us not forgot it la God'a house,
and do all things no In His presence
nnd for HIb glory. Entor it not until
you havo loft at tho door all worldly
thoughts and commonplace conversa
tions; be content to separato. yourselves
from human companionships for the
moment, and bo glad to walk with
l.'itxtrr I.lllm Fiitllng.
See! tlniM) Easlor lilies laid
On tho cross begin to fade.
If tho one who bore them hither
Had a faith that will not wither;
If ho hath within his bosom
Lovo to God ami man In blossom,
Tho' his denrcfit hopes decay,
Health and riches pan nway,
Unseen crosses Iks can dreys
And give life Easter chocrfulncn.
"Young ladles," began Miss Sanders.
Several of tho younger girls always
giggled when their Sunday school
teacher began that way. Partly bo
causo tho humor of being called
"young ladles" struck them; partly be
cause they woro pleased by the com
pliment; partly because they wcro
young and couldn't help It.
I Miss Sanders went on to explain to
tho "young ladles" that the church
would bo decorated next Saturday for
tho Easter celebration, and that It each
pupil brought a pot of lilies tho class
I would bo well represented.
I "I havo a lovely pot ot Ulles at
home, Miss Sanders," said Esther
Shaw, eagerly, when the class was dis
missed. "It has six Ulles on It, nnd It
Is so tall taller than any lu tho Hor-
"That Is very nice, Esther," smiled
Miss Sanders. "Bring It early. It it Is
so pretty you shall havo a good placo
Esther wont homo with springing
feot. She had watched and tended that
Illy so carefully all winter. How glad
sho waa nowl Mr. Learner, tho florist.
I bad nono prcttlor than that. It would
I bo tho tallest there. Mrs. Shaw had al-
I ways encouraged Esther In her lovo
for flowcra. It seemed aa If tho llttlo
girl was to bo rewarded for her work.
I Tho next morning Esther had an or-
' rand to do beforo school.
"I can't wait," sho said, hastily,
when two of tho girls stopped to ask
about tho church decorations. "Yes,
my lily Is splendid! I'll tell you at re
cess!" Sho knocked at Mrs. Morgan's door
up ono flight, bnck and opened It,
scarcely waiting for a "Como In."
"I'm in such a hurry, Mrs. Morgan,"
sho began, "but mother wants to know
If you can't let her havo the apron3 to
day?" Mrs. Morgan, a thin woman In black,
roso from tho bed bcsldo which sho va3
"I'm sorry, Miss Esther," Bho said.
"I wanted to let your mother hnvo
them, but Freddy's been nick again,
and thoy'ro not done yot."
A wasted-looking boy lay on tho bod
with a crutch besldo him. His big,
RUE TALKED IT OVER WITH
feverish-looking eyes mado Esther
"Is ho very sick, Mrs. Morgan?"
"No worse tlmli ho has been beforo,"
replied tho woman, turning away. "But
ho wants to bo amused and havo things
to look at, and I can't always sow."
Esther hnd two or three pinks In her
band. Noticing that the llttlo boy
looked at them eagerly, the kind-hearted
child approached the bed.
"Will you have theiu. KicddyV"
The sick buy reached out his hand
quietly, without speaking, and Esther
laid the flowers In It.
"Thank you, Mis.i Esther," said tho
mother, gratefully, "lie always loved
flowers bo. But lluwcr.4 cohI something
at this time of year."
Like a flash a thought darted through
Esthcr'u brain my lilies!
"lie may have those," hhe answered,
hastily. "I meant them for the teacher,
but sho always has lotH. It doesn't
Sho ran down tho stairs, scarcely
healing Mrs. Morgan's "Tell your
mother I will finish the work by to
morrow." She walked rapidly down the street,
trying to push out tho llttlo thought
which cnnio ngaln and again as font us
sho rejected It:
"To give Freddy my Illy? Not to tnko
It to the church! Oh, I couldn't do
Thero was little time for tnlk. School
wns beginning. At icccsh, when tho
girls talked over their plans for flow
ers, Esther ran awny to play a lively
game. Sho wanted neither to talk nor
think. When she wns alone that night
her ono thought was: "No, 1 can't do
it! I cannot!"
"Mother, do you think Freddy lu very
sick?" she asked the next day.
"I don't suppose he will ever be per
fectly well again," answered Mrs.
"Ills mother coys ho likes things
flowers" began Esther slowly.
"I don't suppose she can give him
much beyond bread and butter. You
WOULD YOU LIKE THIS?
may tako him somo Jelly today, If you
Tho llttlo boy Ktlll lay upon tho bed
when Esther came lu with tho jolly.
Tho pinks stood lu a cup beside his
"I believe thoso flowers did him
moro good than anything yot, Miss,"
eald Mrs. Morgan, who sat sewing near
the window. "Ho nhvays was that
fond of flowers! It was good of you
to think ot giving thorn to him." Es
ther alghed. "Could I do It?" she
thought. Sho watched tho boy tako n
spoonful of tho jelly and Ho back again
"Is ho very sick, Mrs. Morgan?" alio
"Oh, he'll bo all right when ho can
run nut and seo tho ruses and tho lilies
and tho dnlslo3."
His mother camo and shook up hla
pillow, and then sho moved tho flowers
a llttlo nearer and took tho Jelly away.
Esther walked homo with tho ques
tion unanswered in hor heart. Then
sho stood beforo tho Illy and consid
"I Bupposo Freddy would think It
was beautiful, and it would keep In
bloom a long time If his mother wa
tered It. And I know bo's pretty sick,
and I Eupposo I really ought to bo glad
to glvo It to him, It I can. But oh,
dear, It would bo tho tallest one, and
prettier than any one's, and I did
want to put It with tho othor girls'!"
After all, It wasn't an easy problem
for a little Flrl to solve. It seemed
pretty big to Esther. Tho Illy got a
llttlo salt water that afternoou. By
nnd by Mrs. Shaw, coming In, found
Esther still staring at tho lily, with
red checks and suspiciously bright
"What Is It, llttlo Klrl?"
So sho told her mother all about It,
and somehow tho question seemed to
clear as sho talked It out,
'"But yet If did eeem right to tako It
to tho church," bho said, In a slightly
"Well, you see, Esslo, that depends!
Perhaps It wasn't bo much taking It to
church' that you liked as tho fact that
it was a bigger Illy than tho othors."
Esther's cheeks flushed.
"You see, g'rllc, tho flowcra In church
mean somcthlur, more than Just a love
ly llower growing out of the dark
earth. They mean llfo coming out ot
death and good out of evil."
"Yo.i, nininma I know,"
"You meant to give your flower In
church because every ono would nil
mlro Its beauty. You enn mako your
gift still more beautiful If you decldu
to glvo It to a llttlo child who has no
other flower to make lib Easter hap
py." "Ye-es," responded Esther.
Sho did npend n few moro Highs over
tho matter. Either was only a llttlo
girl. But, after all, It hi bravor to do
what ono feels to bo right, when It la
hard work than when ono Is excited by
a feeling of one's own goodness.
Sho carried the flower to Freddy tho
next day. " 'Cause, you sec, mamma,"
she explained, "ho might us well begin
right nway to keep Easter, It my Illy
Is going to help him do it."
"It Is very goud of you, I'm sure,"
raid the tired mother when Esther had
presented hor flower. "Your other
flowers havo done him much good."
The Rick boy waa propped up lu a
chair. He smiled and brightened, look
ing at tho wonderful whlto flowcra, and
put out his lingers to touch tho waxen
Esther stood and looked at him, and
an sho saw IiIr admiration of hor Illy,
a little feeling of satisfaction that sha
had decided rightly began to grow lit
"I hope you will water It, Mra. Mor
gan," Hho said.
"I will." answered Freddy, nodding.
"Mother will give mo tho wntcr."
"There! It's mado him fcol better al
ready," exclaimed tho mother, looking
fondly from tho Illy to tho boy.
I do not think thn Easter lilies looked
less lovely to Esther becauso hor own
waa nvt nmong them. Sometimes
there are llllea that grow In our hearts.
Tint JKtt-M Miirolilnx On.
Do ye hear the song of triumph,
Breaking o'er tho brink of dawn,
Hear tho gladness and tho glory
Of the EiiRtetH marching on?
Hark! The universe Is throbbing
To It is Hweet, unbroken chime,
Lo! Tho uges arc resounding
With Us choral strain subllmo!
Do ye hear Mb echoes ringing
Down tho centuries long gono,
Do ye mark tho rhythmic footfall
Ot tho Eustera marching on?
Do yo seo their banners gleaming.
And their serried cohorta bright,
And their standards high uplifted.
Radiant with celestial light?
See sin skulking, shadowB scatter.
Conquered death grow weak aacl
Terrors fleeing from the highway
Of tho EasterB marching on;
Seo tho grave, so dark and dreaded,
Now becomo a royal bed
Which tho King of Kings hath hal
lowed, Where la neither Death, nor dead!
Do yo know tho holy joying,
Breathing blissful bcnlaon,
Sorrow'a keenest dart destroylng,-
Of tho Enatera marching on?
Feel yo not tho wings ot healing
Chnso afar tho clouda ot gloom,
Aa earth thrilled with glad rejoicing,
Bursts to bright and beauteous
With ono mighty song victorious, '
With ono glorious untlphon.
With ono watchword, aro tho legions
Of tho EasterB marching on.
"Christ bath risen, hath abolished
Llfo Immortal, llfo eternal!"
Shout the Eastcra marching on!
Julia Zltolla Cocke.
By Mary Mltchol.
Oh! April Is a dainty dame,
Sho wears tho swootcst dresses!
Her eycB aro llko tho still blue flamo
And Bun-gold nro hor tresses.
Her wee, wco feet aro soft and fleet,
Her form one bnroly guesBoa.
Oh! April la n dainty dame,
And wears tho softest dros3ea!
Oh! April la a dainty dame!
Of all the year-child faces,
Hera nover stays an hour tho same,
Sho has bo many gruces!
Her smllo or algh, It Is so shy,
Halt hid In budding mazes,
For April is a dainty dnme,
And woara tho finest lncca.
Noted women havo shown no pre
cocious dcslro to wod and make homes
ot their-own. Georgo Eliot waa nearor
40 than 30 when Bho married tor th
first tlmo and closo upon CO when her
second marriage took placo in 1880.
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