News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-07-10

there came another louder trampling,
the clicks of arms against saddles and
more horses hundreds of them il
seemed to Janet-and then, bringing
JOY to her heart, an American voice
calling Forward" as the cavalry
men pressed on after the retreating In
dams.
The danger having passed the tired
child fell asleep with Rose in her arms.
When she woke it was bright sunlight.
Her dazed eyes saw Nance feeding near
by, Rose running toward her and an
oldish man, with a gray beard and
bronzed face, docking at her kindly.
By his side was the lean wolf Rose had
called dog.
Il knew it was tame onel" cried
Janet
In course you did, smiled the old
man. Me an my gal, Ann Reed, fell
out twenty odd year ago cause owned
a tame bar. She went ter Bosting,
turned schoolma1m, an / emigrated to
Iowy"
Janet, very wide eyed, told him about
Miss Reed, who was one of their wagon
party. She also gave her own history
and Roses as far as she knew
'Wall, you be a powerful talker!'
cried the old man. "Now come eat,
an then We'll ketch up with the cara
van. Say, though, sis, would you say,
'lowin' fer age an my whiskers, Anr
Reed amt no better lookin' then me?"
You're both nice for old folks" said
Janet, politely
He led them to 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" he said,
twas Uncle Sans sojers arter the In
juns, same as has been hangin' round
yer train. Wonder how them serious
ways of Ann Reeds would "a took with
InjunsY'
AT night they reached the camping
place of the wagons, where there was
great rejoicing, Chase especially com
ing often to stroke Janet's curls and
mutter, EFF you amt borned hero
[ never knowed one! The stuff of a
pioneer!"
Janet's only sadness was that one
little grave where the youngest ''Pike"
lay. The child had died the night be-
fore. How many nameless graves, tiny
ones, there used to be on that great
pathway to.the west!
When Janet, with Rose in her arms,
climbed into her wagon the hermit APP
preached and said mysteriously, Its
the same Ann Reed, sis, an she's there
a pettin' that wolf like he were a poodle
dorg. Amt set agin 'em no more"
Two miles from Denver they met a
horseman, SO pale and anxious they
knew who he was even before he called
hoarsely:
''Is my baby with you?"
"Aye, she be, " answered Chase, but
we'd met ye with blank faces an sor-
rerful hearts but for Janet here"
Then he told the story, and his fa-
ther got down from his horse to kiss
her first-before his own child
] m well of, joe lie said, broken
ly. Il can do well for her, and you
say she has no one. l will have two
daughters instead of one"
You amt Il maverick no more,
Janet" cried Joe, something shining
in his honest eyes, IAN there amt one
of us but will bid ye godspeed. Eff
ever a lone little child was worth a
fathers love an care you be, an the
blessin' of all us that knowed ye goes
with ye."
And as she, with Rose and her father,
parted from the companions of the
long wagon journey, they followed her
with loving, fearful eyes, that little
Maverick who had found happy
home Patience Stapleton in Youths
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