The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1882-05-03
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All the people were coming down into tn e
own Of MassadolO. 1t was autumn. The
ho', dry, death dealing winds had swept
away over the sea, and the little town was
once more alive. Thousands had dragged
their fever.laden bones into early graves, but
a few still wandered pale and yellow through
the streets, and welcomed the healthy men
from the mountains. Suddenly a shout went
from the van guard Of an army of Egypt
ians. ut is he !" cried the voice of the peo-
pie, and then they jumped around and shook
their fists at his guards. The guards had got
themselves disliked by the people. Not SO
their prisoner. He was red with the blood
of babes, but he was brave. He had cut the.
tongues Of fair woman and made pan roasls
out of the living, quiyering feet of innocent
children, but he was the eagle of the noun
tains and they bowed down to him. Although
his body was tied down in a very ungraceful
position upon a mule, his eye bis zed with in
jured pride and he glanced from one to an
other of the people as John Kelly Chances
upon bis heeIers after a successful deal. Sud
denly his eagle eye tool in an old woman,
and lie waved her to bis side. "Go to the
mountains" he Numbered. ''She is there,
my dove" and the old woman shouted
"Tata" as she skipped away.
CHAPTER II.
They lived together, the old woman and
The child. The old woman Was ninety, but
she could swing Indian clubs like a youth Of
twenty, and the cruel misty desease bringing
heat OF many summers had blown over her
like the water off a ducks back, and left her
q strong ingenious believer in woman's
rights. With her lived the child Musa. The
dove Matched in the eagles nest amoung the
mountains. The child of the involuntary
mule rider, Musa, Was as beautiful as the
Greek marbles dug from ancient cities, but
she bad meyer enjoyed the liberal education.
She knew nothing of moral philosophy and
less of French, but she was the pupil of ma
iure. She would bound from crag to crag
like a shanty town goat, and then dive into
the sea and swim fifty miles or SO just to
cools off. She rejoiced in herself as the an.
biologists taught the children of Troy to re-
joice in their own beauty, and she never had
.corns because she went baretooted. She was
like the heroine of a story from Boccaccio,
and her figure Was as graceful as the lines in
Carlos wonderful creations, and all this
Wondrous beauty came from eating oaten
cakes and fried fish. She was gentle as a
mother and as fierce as a Tiger robbed Of its
young, and in her girdle she carried q long
two-edged cheese knife. She cared for no
one but the old female c~lub-swinger, and so
she lived on as innocent as q sucking pig
and as wise as a Washington lobbyist.
CHAPTER III.
The sea lay as still as a drowned rat under
the more or less brilliant rays of q harvest
moon. The awful, terrible sea that scoops
up anything it can scoop, from a whole fer
nv boat to a dead kitten. The old woman
had at last passed in her chips, and Musa wa
left to the mercy Of the cruel world, but sh'
didn't 60 a cent on mercy. She just skipped
the town and found q home among the dea'
of any number of centuries ago. She lai
out 9 claim in an old tomb. It was q strang
weird life she led, buried down in the cart
among the dead kings of Etruria, but she wa
q strange, weird sort Of a girl, sand not an
of your fashionable kind. She went in f
the odd and she succeeded. Il am one
Them she said TO herself, pointing to II
outlandish forms scrawled upon the walls
her tomb. What she meant she hardly kney
She only loved the dead because they we
dead, and that settled il. Years she liv'
on in this somewhat monotonous fashion, e
listing on anything that happened to turn Y