The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1890-07-31

smli The tog Of dns sbou, them Janet saw
the iorns 81 three Indisn riders.
Joe sal lniuns vas wnss'n wolvesl sob
bed Janet. Dear Lord. lei them go ou az :
no, dnl usl
The Indians psssed on, their paths msrk
ed by cloads Of sand ths. helped merciiui
y TO biie the children.
They're sonel cried Janet; but hardly
we're the words uttered when there came
another louder trsmplinr. the clicks OF
arms against saddles aud more horses--
hundreds Of them II seemed to Janet and
then, bringing ioy 10 her heat, an Ameri.
csn voice calling 'For~ardr' ~ the csval-
rymen pressed on otter the retres,iug In
dians
Tue danger having passed the tired child
fell asleep with Rose in her arms. When
she woke il vas bright sunlisLt Her dsz
ed eyes sAs Nance feeding near by. Rose
running iowsri her aud an oldish msp.
with grey beard and brouzed face. look
ing At her kindly. BY his aide was the
lean wosf Rose bad called dog.
I knew that II was tame one! cried
Janet.
In course you did. smiled the old man.
Me su my gal. Ann Reed. fell out twenty
odd years ego cause owned . tame bar
She went to Bosting. turned schoolmsrn.
an emigrated to Iowy.
Janet. very wide eyed, told him about
Miss Rsed. who Was one OF their wagon
party. She also gave her own history and
Roses as 'arlss she knew.
Wall. you be . powerful talkerl cried
be old man. Now come eat, an than we'll
ketch up with the caravan. Say. though,
sis, would you say. 'lowin fer age an my
whiskers, Aun Reed amt no better lookin'
than me-
You're both nice for old folks said Janet
politely.
He led them to q dugout in the hills
where they found plenty TO eat, and then
they set out for the wagons. Janet with
Rose on Nance, the wolf following the old
mans bronco.
The row last night. sis. be said, was
Uncle Sans sojers srter the Injuns. same
as has been hansiu' round yer train. Won
der how them serious ways Of Ann Reed
- ,ooL nth I.,,n.o |
Al night they reached the camping place
Of the wagons. where there was great re
ioicipg. Chase coming often to stroke
Janet's curls and mutter. Ell you amt
borned heroI never knowed one! Tue stuff
II a pioneer
Jsnet's only sadness was that Que little
grave where the youngest 'lPike" lay.
The child had died the night before. How
many nameless graves. tiny ones, there
l,ed to be on that great pathway to the
west!
When Janet, with Rose 10 he arms,
climbed into her wagon the hermit ap.
and said mysteriously. It's the
sme Ann Reed. sis. an she's there's pet
10 that volt like he we're poodly dory.
lint set agin EN- no more. /.
Two miles from Denver they met horss
zen. SO pale and anxious they knew who
10 was even before be called hoarsely.
Is my baby with you?
Aye, she be. answered Chase. but we'd /
net ye with blank faces an sorrerful
carts but for Janet here. /
Then be told tae story. and bis father il
OF down from bis horse to kiss her first O
before bis own child q
I'm well off. Joe, be said, brokenly. ! Il
an do we'll for her. and you gay she has a
o one will have two daughters instead q
one r
Yon ANITA maverick no more, Janet, O
'ied Joe, something shining 10 his hon- .,
1t eyes. an there sin't one Of us but will il
ID ye godspeed. Ef ever lone little d
hid was worth fathers love an care
ou be, an the blessin' OF oil us that know O
. goes with ye. I
And as she, with Rose and her father, IL
,rted from the companies Of the long q
agon journey, they follow her with love b
e, fearful eyes. that little Maverick who "
I'd fopnd happy home. Patience Sta T
eton 10 Yopths Companion. "