The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1883-10-06

and seeing an Indian woman 90 past.
| laughed and called after her. She
wished to ask some one the way to her
husbands home, but she met no one
whom she dared to accost. At last
one, round-faced, rosy-cheeked, with a
basket on his arm, won her confidence.
She asked him to show her the way to
Mr.. Carthorne's.
"Come to the corner and I'll show
you," he said, brightly. After mo-
ment's silence he began again. "How
well you talk English!' looking up in
her face. Receiving no reply, he
seemed subdued, and when thew
reached the corner pointed out her way
and took himself off without delay.
Now that she was almost within sight
of her husbands home her heart BEGAN
to fail her. She regretted that she had
not asked the boy about him. When
she came in view of the house she grew
so faint that she was fain to sit down
upon a stump by the sidewalk and
gather courage. So she sat watching
the house, and debating how she should
announce to her husband atwould to
him seem like resurrection from the
dead. While she sat thus in a strange
tumult of hope and fear the door of the
house she watched opened and a gem
tleman came out. Four years had not
altered him much. He was still Young
and fine-looking. She knew him in
stantly, for it was her husband.
He was not alone. A lady young and
fair was walking at his right, and a
pretty little girl chung to his left hand.
For moment or two the poor returned
wife saw only her husband. All her
sorrow, her despair was held in abey-
ance one little, blissful space
''He IS laughing" was her first
thought; che is not thinking of me. :"
She continued to watch them as he
lifted the toddling child in his arms.
"He used so to carry little Arty l
wonder if he is thinking of that now,"
she whispered.
1t was about the distance of block
from the house to where she sat. All
that distance she watched the happy
trio coming gayly along in the bright
winter sunshine. They reached the
corner near which she sat.
CHOW kiss papa goodby," said the
gentleman, and then he put the child
in the lady arms. He said some part
ing words in low voice, and, when he
had gone few rods, turned and saw
his late companions watching him.
He kissed his hand to this woman lust
as he had kissed it to her that last
morning. She felt the sting of that
one thought through all her pain.
Tho or
ward, saw for the first time the poor
Indian woman sitting on the stump by
the wayside.
''See the poor woman" she said,
to the child. Perhaps she is hun
cry"
With that she came up to the sup
posed Indian.
"You hungry?' she said, briefly, not
because she was churlish, but thinking
the Indian could not understand En-
glish very well.
mo, Madame" answered Mrs. Car
thorne in pure, clear tones.
you speak English?" half ques-
toned, half calculated her companion.
Yes. Is that your little grip" star
ing at the mother with steady, intent
gaze.
Eyes" Something in the manner of
the squaw was very strange. 1t
frightened her. Good day." she said,
and was about to move on.
SIS he your husband?" queried the
supposed Indian, pointing to Mr..
Carthorne's retreating figure.
Eyes. If you will follow me to that
house 1 will give you something to eat"
But greatly to the chagrin of the
kind-hearted lady the poor Indian
woman walked abruptly away without
one word.
At the next peace conference between
the white men and the red Sioux the
former had for their interpreter a
woman with Anglo-SaXon features, but
with the dress and complexion of
squaw When the conference ended
she returned voluntarily with the In
dams to their village. Further than
that nothing was ever heard from her.
"A. Shack@ford SulIi0an, in Chicago
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