Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-09-30

recogni1ea Walter and then with .
! Joyous whino, sprang forward 10 greet
him. The house was silent Walter
found q door uhbolted, BY which he
entered, and going 10 his room retired
TO bed. He slept none that night.
His mind was harassed by doubts and
fears. AT one time he almost came to
the conclusion of taking Farmer Miles
into his confidence, but then, knowing
that he lacked discretion and ex-
perienco, he abandoned the idea. lie
finally concluded to take only the one
man into his confidence who was the
most intgrested-that was the banker
Smallwecd. IL was dawn before
Walter slept the sleep brought on by
exhaustion. He was aroused from his
slumbers by John Miles shaking him
by the shoulder, saying;
"Sce here, sir; ye better git up II ye
want any breakfast"
Walter started up, rubbing his eyes
and without word arose and dressed
himself
"Feedin's all done an breakfast
ready" said John.
Walter went down TO the well and
drew bucket of cold water from il,
and, though the morning air was sting
ing cold, proceeded to wash bis face
and arrange his toilet In the rear yard.
"Werc you at the village yssGrdayPn
asked Mr.. Miles, coming up to Walter.
"Ycs, sir. Walter answered, and
his eyes fell as he remembered IN what
business he was engaged. al perhaps
did wrong In going TO the village with
N n l. a
he had not gone at all
at was all right" the farmer re-
piled. But try as he would, Walter
could not meet the eyes of his en-
ployer.
Mr.. Brown, the wounded man, came
out to the breakfast table Tor the first
time since he was brought to the house.
PinkcY did not come into the dining
room. Breakfast passed in silence,
and then Walter rose and retired to the
barn to prepare for the days work.
IL say, Walter, want to see you,"
said Mr.. Miles, coming from the house
toward him.
"You haven't been here quite
month yet, have you?n
"No, sir, Walter answered, feeling
choking sensation in the throat.
"Well here Is a full months wages,
/ don't want hand any more" Mr.
Miles handed him the money and
turned away.
81 hope, sir" said Walter, 'that l
have not displeased you?"
"No, Walter was the farmers re-
ply, in tone full of sadness II have
no cause TO complain of your work"
Has my conduct been unbecoming
a farm-laborer, Mr.. Milcs2"
The farmer was puzzled for an an-
swer. He paused moment while his
head was bowed with painful thought
"No; YOU have always behaved very
well about here, ut-that-is-wcil
hang i'll don't want hand"
THAT is all right, Mr.. Miles, you
have a perfect right to discharge me
whenever you see fit; but | hope we
may be friends. You have been very
kind TO me.
Mr.. Miles tried TO speak, but utter
ance failed him; at length, after spell
of trying to cough up. or swallow
down, something in his throat, the
farmer said: "Ies, I'll always be the
best friend ye've got and turning
walked away toward the house.
Walter entered the house and gath
cred up his small bundle of neat cloan
clothes and left. A sigh escaped his
lips as he passed through the front
gate. Looking back he saw a palo.
sorrowful face at the front window.
He knew that face only too well, and |
the look of pity depicted thereon
moved his heart. Poor Walter was
once more n wandercr. The very
thing he most dreaded had tefallen
him. He was again homeless. Where
should he go? His plan was formed.
and that plan was also in harmony
with the plan of the outlaws. Hewould |
go direct TO Bushville, and stop at the !
village tavern until he could get an
to inform Mr.. Smailwead I
Of his danger