Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-07-12

her fluffy shawl little closer, and fac
inc more toward him. What of her,
Capt. PennimanP"
II don't believe you'd care to hear
about it," he said deprecatingly. Its
IA queer story
Indeed should; like very much
TO hear queer stories she said, laugh
inc with a nervous effort to be cordial
and sprightly.
wall, don't know as mind tellin'
it, if YOU d like to hear, though it's
queer story-a queer story | don't
s'pose you kin b'lieve it if you was to
try. | don't really know, sometimes,
whether | believe it myself; kinder
doubt the evidence of my own eyes,
cause it don't seem rational to do any
thin else. And if | find it hard to put
any stock in it, when | see what did,
| don't know what you kin do, when
you never knew anything about it and
lived inland, too. 1t makes deal of
difference, livin' and bein' on the sea,
things; there's kind o Wilderness and
reachin' out about it that makes it seem
likely that it may hold good things that
folks don't credit bein' at all, generally
speakin' There's plenty of room in
the Wilderness for FLYNN Dutchmen and
any kind Of ghosts to have been wander
in round for thousands of years before
they brought up at this port at all, and
thar don't seem to be SO much surpris-
in about it.'
Miss Kent looked at him curiouslv
with her dark, bright eyes. ''Here is
al unworked vein of poetry" she
thought but it may be just as well;
the working might have ruined the
worker" she added to herself a little
bitterly.
wall, Flyin' Dutchman amt any.
thin to do with little Mary Whitlow,"
the old man went on, land she didn't
have anythin' TO do with the sea, only
my bein' near it made it easier for
me to b'lieve some queer things that
happened about her. Little Mary was
the only child Cap'n Knel Whtlow and
his wife ever had, and she was the
prettiest little girl you.ever saw.
"She was only six years old when the
Cap'n quit the sea. and small at that
for her age. Her hair was yellow and
curly, and hung down to her waist
Her eyes were b'g and blue, and thar
was a kind of an askin' look in them
always, as if she was lookin' at the sea
OTIS very apt to give that kind of look
TO folks eyes, if you notice iO, and /
never see anythin' like her skin! I'd
most have thought she'd been livin' in
one of the pink shells I've seen layin'
along the shores where I've been; thar
was just that kind of a pearly look
about her face, as if the color of the
shell had been kind O. reflected on it,
and stayed on.
"Wall, the Cap'n and Mis- Whitlow
set their eyes by the child, of course;
she was the only one they had, and
wasn't born till they'd been married a
good many years, let alone her bein'
so takin.' She was just as good as
kitten-never seemed to be naughty,
like other children-she never used to
be round with other children much;
she'd always been kinder delicate; aud
her mother had kept her at home with
her. and never sent her to school.
"I've seen her settin down side of
her mother SEWN patchwork like
little woman, when I've been thar.
Sometimes | used to think she'd been
better out runnin'; but her mother
couldn't bear her out of sight, or her
father, either, when he came home. /
never see anybody seem to think so
much of a child as he did of her I've
seen her settin' on his knee many
time, and he a-lookin' at her rs | never
seen a man look at anythin' on this
earth 'cept gold; and she was gold and
honey and pearls, if ever a child was.
My children was all grown up and mar
ried eff, and | used to go in thar good