Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1886-08-19

found towel, comb and mirror hanging
on the outside wall, by and with which
he arranged his toilet. When this was
completed they went TO breakfast
Walter was sure he mover enjoyed a
better meal
MY, Miles. as Was his usual custom,
laid ont the work for the boys during
the day. Ben, The younger, was 10
plow Some meadow land, and John,
the older, and Walter were to ''cOt and
shock" corn
Mr. Niles himself harnessed q span
d horses to the light farm wagon and
announced that he and his daughter
Pinkey would go 10 Bushvllle TO do
some fall marketing The fafn3ee ,alsd
intended 10 take s0me hags 81 Wheat
10 the MIL 10 DO gfoNnd.
Pinkey Miles was always pretty but
when she was. attired M her holidaA
dress, and neat little lcghufh bonnet,
she looked more so than ever.
walter received one glance from
those roguish black eyes as she came
out TO get into the wagon, and he felt
a strange iluttering at his heart,
He stiiled down any emotion hb
might have, and taking his c6rn knife
followed John Miles TO one field, while
Pinkcy, by her iather's side on the
wagon, drove away
Mr.. Miles had ON his holiday clothing
also. including q high crowned narrow
fimmed hat. which has in latter days
been termed plug"
Pinkey gazed on the blue sky, the
light ileecy clouds, the leaves 81 the
trees now assuming q golden hut. nhd
followed the birds IA their flight. or
listened TO their gladsome songs, while
her practical father gazed about on the
fields, and inspected the fences barns
and houses, making various criticisms
on the same,
The spirited horses went down the
road al a good round trot, and clouds
OF dust rose in the rear of the wagon,
floating away TO settle on the leaves of
the trees, or accumulate in the fields.
They had passed a small farmhouse
situated on Il Kill with field extending
along the road, lnclosed by a mlsera-
bic fence.
There's that triling Jack Hawk
ins," said Mr. Miles to his daughter.
pointing TO a man with dark brown
whiskers, broad.brimmed hat in his
shirt sleeves, sitting on the fence hear
miserable old tumble-down gate.
Urn declare, he's the LATEST man in
the entire Hat. Always sittin' on the
fence and never doin' any good. Be-
sides he keeps that tramp Bill Martin
about him all the time, who is twice as
trihin' as he,n
"How do they make a living, father.
If they don't work?n asked Pinkey,
who, farmer girl like, knew no honor
able means of support save manual
toll.
II do not know, daughter; that has
always been n mysteryl sonic Seople
can sit on the fence oil day and never
COME to want, while others work for
dear life an can hardly make ends
meet But they do say Bill Martin is a
thief, an he may steal enough IN his
tramps 70 keep Jack and his family
from starving
A small boy, the son Of Jack Haw-
kins, ran to the fence to peep through
at the father and daughter as they
drove by. They saw Jack Hawkins
team of gray mares harnessed to the
pillow and standing Just inside the gate.
while Jack Hawkins himself sat on the
fence, rs if he was waiting for them to
approach.
"Helloa, neighbor MilesIn cried
Jack, as the wagon came opposite
him. Going TO town to-dayP"
YES, Jack; are We putting in your
wheat?, asked Ar. Miles, refining in
his restless horses
Just commenced blowing for it,
answered Hawkins, n grin on his face
that made 1t at once 1istrustful.
why amt you plowing now
stopped TO take a rest?''
"NO, broke a clevis. and Bilrs gone
to the house TO get one"
How long since We had that field in
cultivation"
"Some three or four years. said
advancing to the wagon. He was
man about forty-iive years Of age, with
bushy hair and beard, a crestfallen
gray oye and square, massive chin.
He came forward at his usual lazy.
shambling rate, and Familiarity put one
foot on the hub Of the fore-wheel next
to him, supporting his elbow on the
knee Of his elevated leg, and resting his
chin in his hand, he seemed to square
himself for a two hours talk.
Got a new hand, herdPn said
Jack.
Yes; hired one Yesterday
"D'ye think he's much accOunt?n
Can say, I've not given him fair
trial yet answered the farmer
He is rather a delicate fellow.n
''Ics, rather"
Don't look as though he'd ever
done much farm work?'
''No, he says he never did, but he
seems willing to learn.
''Do you think he can do it, if he
does learnY'
81 don't see why he should not"
why he's rather weakly, you
know"
Rather a slender young man.
Eyes; don't look as though he could
a fiery team, or do hard
days work. "
Those slender chaps sometimes de-
ceive one"
What has he been doin'P" asked
Jack.
"Clerking in dry-goods store"
"Where?"
''At Queenstown"
"a clerk, hey?'
That's what he says he's been do
ng.n
"a reg lar ladies gentleman. then"
said Jack, with a shy glance at Pinkey.
''One o them fellars what can measure
;alerco. talk soft, and walk ON eggs
without breakin' 'em."
."Iie seems willing to work, and a
perfect gentleman answered Mr..