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‘THE ARTIST, ON HIS FAVORITE roric, = =< would come out ; but when we got the fire up, if thawed tha = notes, so that the whole tune came out, after a whiie, from the pianc. It was the same day that the quicksilver sunk so low that it went clear through the bottom of the thermometcr, anc has never come up again. Yes, ’"Dolphus, ee winter - _ we have a cold snap like that. a “There is little danker, then, of my remaining to : see On€ of your Western winters. Low do the Indians stand suck weather ?”. “T knew cousin could not keep off that subject much longer,” laughed Marian. “T have been expecting some such - question every minute,” “How do they stand it? Did you ever hear of an Indian freezing to death? That was the winter Christian Jim called here, on his return from a hunt. The fellow actually had barely enough clothes on him to keep us from blushing when he spoke to us; and when wife asked him whether he felt cold, he just grinned and wiped the sweat off his brow.” “TY should like to see that Indian. What tribe does he be- jong to?” demanded the artist, with considerable animation. “The Sioux. They are all around us.” “Splendid set of people, ain't they? Noble, chivalrous, end handsome.” For the first time in the evening, Uncle John indulged in an audible laugh, and even good Mrs. Brainerd could not for- beur a smile. As for Marian, her mirth was uncontrollable for a few moments. “ What's the matter ?” asked the artist, a little nettled at the _ manner in whih his question had been received. | | “ Three months from now, you will laugh as heartily as us,” _replied Mrs. Brainerd, hastening to explaitt any misunderstand- ing. “The poetry and romance of your ideas will undergo a most speedy change in a few weeks.” ) “Confound it, so Marian told me on the boat. I thought { was going far enough West to get acquainted with the genu- ine red-man.” “So you have; you will see the pure specimen in these parts, and one sight of him will be amply sufficient.” “¥'should like to take the likeness of a dozen or so of their : moat distinguished chiefs: ] heard the name of Little Crow Gomichbooks com.-