Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1878-09-28
Agnes, The Indian Girl.
By HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

By HELEN FORREST GRAvEs.
IAN Indian girl - said Helen Dickson,
with little scream. "Dear me! never
expected to zee anything like this, even in
the Far West"
1t Was . spacious, roOmy kitchen, fur
nisbed with an odd intermingling of luz
ury, privation, and make. shift. At one
end large fire of walnut and pine logs
roared up the great cavernOus chimney /;
at the other, two or three girls sat round
table, working worsteds by the light of
solar lamp, while Ralph Davenant, the
farmer, lay fast asleep on the chintz-cush.
toned lounge, lulled by the continuous
rushing sound of the great western river
that bounded one extremity of his do
mains.
Guy Davenant sat near the girls-a
tall, splendidly nodded young Apollo of
the forest, with shady hazel eyes. and
hair curling in black, silky rings oil over
his head. He looked up quickly - Miss
Dickson spOke.
"Agnes Oscawandar he exclaimed.
I'm the outer kitcheni Why don't the
WOHlCu Toll u0C W COuo Jut
"Guy" reproved his sister. IAN In
dian Interpreters daughteri''
"Helens ought to see her." urged Guy.
"She's as beautiful a. q statue"
"But she il old Oscawandas daughter,
and she lives down BY the falls"
"What theni She il 40 intelligent and
cultivated 10 nine out of ten of the girls
around here. Call her in; I say, or Ill
60 out there myself"
Julia Davenant rose with curl to her
lip, and opening the kitchen door, beck
oned haughtily to tall, slight figure
standing By the fire beyond.
"Come in, Agnes," cheerfully called
out Guy, - If to atone for his sisters evil
dent lack of courtesy, and Agnes Osca-
wanda entered, moving with the slow,
wiIlowy grace Of bending reed.
She was dark, but not darker than
many brunette of unblemisbed Saxon
dpsage, with liquid, velvety soft eyes,
raven black hair, looped in heavy braids
at the back of her head, and delicate,
oval face, with features straight and pure
a. the outlines of Greek model. Her
dress was of some dark worsted stuff,
with scarlet shawl folded across her
shoulders, and silk scarf was twisted
about her hair. She hung her head with
evident embarrassment at Helena Dick
sons bold stare.
81 only came to bring Mr.. Davenant
the baskets he ordered Of my father" she
said, in low voice.
"But sit down and rest few minutes, {"
said Guy, "You have walked long dis
tance."
Agnes Oscawanda hesitated. Had Guy
Dsvenant's sisters confirmed the request,
she would have gladly rested little.
But Julia and Clara sewed on, without
looking up, and Helena's supercilious
glance called the red blood to her dark
cheek.
"No," she said quietly. II must CO."
''Then I will walk part of the way
with YOU" said Guy, jumping up for his
hat.
II don't think Agnes has accustomed
herself to An escort through these woods"
said Julia, rudely.
"Indeed I am not afraid" said the in
terpreters daughter.
"AfraidI" It isn't question of fear"
said Guy. ats lovely starlight night
m. ,S,ss III. .,.S a.. .,.., q. a..
aoor .l,,..a H.h;.S a.. T.a;.. -, "a
h. eonn.n,o,
"very polite to rush OF and leave Hell
"a In that sort Of way sid Ciars, -the
inst night Of her visit here"
-Oh I dssnt care said Helena gig
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