Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-04-29

~ music, so am sure now III man
age harp, though | used to play the
iiNte when | wss young. Hattie there,
now she's IN training, She sings in the
choir already; and Henry, he's practic-
ing on the mouth-organ. In days o.
youth prepare for death. Pity give
up the flute.
Mr. Gray seemed at loss for words.
The young girl drew nearer TO him and
said:
~ had not seen my father for a year
before he died, and he died away from
home. Tell me something about him, "
A flush Of shame famed up In the
gentleman's face as he looked into her
beseeching eyes,
81 dom know what to tell you" he
said, gently.
''Henry was always unlucky,n Mr..
Brown remarked. First he invented
patent tack hammer, and then he wns
book agent for spell-lon a book
agentp' he asked, suddenly turning to
his guest.
II am a lawyer"
"Oh, lawyer. Mr.. Brown stroked
his beard "Well, Henry want a
lawyer, but he was pretty much every
thing else. 'Twa'n't no use, though.
He was the youngest and smartest of
us all-there was six of us boys-and
ho just went ahead, losing money
the cheerfulcst of anybody ever see.
Soon as he got any he got rid Of il
right Of He was allowable fellow, had
friend on every corner, but too contid-
ing. When he hadn't any thing else
to do, he'd indorse; II gave him pleas
ure TO go on paper. Then at ono time
he reilly was quite richn-here the old
man rose in suddenwrath-'and he went
and lent four thousand dollars to the
meanest scamp on the face o. the earth,
and he didn't bother about security,
either. No, IL was ell betwixt friends,
though | say TO him that Tom Hallow
was the
"WhoPm asked the stranger, sharply.
Thomas Hallowp Know himP know
him WE'LL"
The old man sank back in his chair.
"Then you know darned scoundrel, -
he muttered. His wife looked at him,
reproachfully, which reused his ire.
Eyes, sir. darned scoundrel,n he
shouted. ''He rich, rolling in wealth,
and Hattie amt got a penny, and II
was her father who gave him start,
and IL he had any gizzard he'd pay heI
the four thousand dollars her father
loaned him--loaned himl Give him
He knows we're all poor, but what
does he care il some folks up here In
Pillowville have TO scrimp and saw,
long as he has got oil he wantsl He !,
scoundrcl, and you can tell him
said So"
He looked at his guest whose eye
were shining bright
81 will tell him. he said, hotly
"and l will tell him agree with you.
GOOD for your cried Mr.. Brown
all his wrath vanishing at once.
"Now, pa, you simmer down." sale
his wife.
She and her niece joined in the con
versation. which wandered Off in
pleasanter channel. II was not mucl
that the girl said, but her words wer,
spoken with frank smile and be
trayed her mother wit. When th'
guest took his leave she followed hin
to the door.
"You must not mind what my uncl
said," she whispered. "Ho is yer,
bitter against Mr.. Hallow."
81 don't wonder at it, he returned
and he whispered. too. at is a deb
of honor. would pay it If | died do
ing it."
She looked up in his face with wist
full admiration.
IF he were only ike you," she ex
claimed.
"Do you want the money so muchP'
he asked as one asks an engaging chill,
If she Graves a particularly fascinatin,
doll, She shot another quiet, upward
glance at him.
"Ah,' she answered; "you woul,
not ask that If you had ever beer
poor"
In room furnished in a haphazard
elegant fashion, with windows looking
out on Fifth avenue. a portly man o.
middle age was brushing his luxurian
whiskers, when someone tapped OF
the door of the adjoining parlor.
"Come in cried out the pOrtll
man, and dropping his oval brushor h'
turned 20 greet his caller. "Well
White, what brings you here so early?'
And the caller who had been Gray
In PillOwyille and was White in New
York, answered straightway:
The money you oweto a dead man
Tom Hallow.n
Mr.. Hallow's heavy jaw fell. at
come ut last, he exclaimed II al
ways knew you would end in lunati'
asylum.
'Henry Brown is dead" Mr.. Gray
White continued, taking no notice o
this, land his daughter is penniless
II you want me 10 think that you arr
a gentleman yoa will send her a checl
tomorrow for the S4,O0O-ayel aRt
the interest on it-that her father len
you when you were poor"
''Whewl and are you her counselor
Is she fair to look upon, this dead man
daughter?"
''lt is Of no consequence whethei
she is fair or plaini it Is of consequence
whether you are an honest man ol
notn
Mr.. Hallow turned back 10 his mir
ror and brushed out his luxurian
whiskers again, saying;
Good morning 10 you, Mr.. White. =
Tho gentleman with the fading nam
shrugged his shoulders.
This will be a pretty dish to set be
fore the queen" he said.
lie was about 10 leave, but he wAi
called back.
"Ah, hold on. Don Quixote, what the
deuce docs all this mean? You pouncC
ON me and abuse me before the sleep /,
out OF my eyes. ! had forgotten ali
about Brown; never knew he had Z
daughter. II be had lived would
have paid him the money soon as was
fairly on my feet, and he would hav,
muddled IL away in tom-fool specula.
ton, too. Don't 90 of in huff. Com,
breakfast with me and we win lool
into this matter over bottle Of whit,
wine"
His rnest hnsitnted nnh Rno.nr..l Al.