The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1893-03-04


talked with him, or he talked TO me.
He goes right to the point"
That's what made the mud and the
wind and the place SO unenduraoie.
said India. 'sWell, let him start it.
"And run Us out in two months!
"He won't run us out"
India rose and approached her |
brother Her face was lambert, as II !
she were the spirit of fire.
Pink Bradshaw, didn't we make up
our minds to locate here and take all
the consequence"
"Yes"
IAN not your oldest sister,"
sYes."
Didn't educate myself ard man.
age to get you boys places and give
you something of chance for your
selves?"
Eyes, my dear, you did"
IBID you ever know me to fail in
anything l undertook
Never"
She rested one hand on his shoulder,
and tipped up his face to meet her
eyes.
IT have pledged myself, my health,
nv life, my brains, to the success OF
YOU two boys. Pink, would lay my
right hand down to be cut of at the
| wrist if that would secure success TO
you. But instead of that, l can only
give the labor of that hand. Any
woman who honors her men-folks and
pushes their fortunes, honors and
/ lov
you and 10 don't make men that ! can
be proud of, you will ruin my life and
drown it in shame
| The young mans sensitive face
kindled from hers.
81 wasn't whining" he exclaimed as
il spurred But a man can see I'M
possibilities where n woman can't.
ssThank heaven for woman's vision,
then l don't believe in impossibili-
ties. have done too many impossible
things while people stood by to tell me
/ couldn't When say pledge my
life and brains and might to the doing
of thing, that thing will be done"
IL know" said Pink. with enthusi-
asm; you're the bravest girl in the
world"
Not at ALL I'm q great baby who
loves her brothers and is afraid Of
snakes But if / made up my mind, >
said India, stretching her listed arm
before her, Ito take RATHER around
the neck and strangle it to death. !
should do it If IL covered me with bites
aud killed me-"
II believe you." said Pink. with q
start rs II he had been electrified.
'sWhere's my clip and pencil? / must
get to work. You're a bowler, Lady
Macbeth"
You're Hne strung poet. Johnny
Keats. Haul the barrel and table over
this way. want to know everything
you put in that frst page article"
, They consulted together, India start
ing the theme. Pink produced decorat'
! ed thoughts. She took ont his ad'
, iectives and reduced his sentences. Jo
t called for copy India took it to him,
, and distributed locals before the other
printer.
Don't you want to dress up your adj
vertisements now while set type fol
you?" she said to her younger brother
| who at once washed his hands, rar
them through dark curly hair like his
! sisters, and took his ruddy face away
to pore sturdily over her desk.
When the sun hung just above the
horizon, casting long shadows east
ward, India went home. stopping a
one of the wooden groceries for pro
= visions. The whole town was com
posed of yellow pine excrescences
; from the first gigantic hotel to the tint
/ est land Office.
As India approached her unfencet
house ON path which cut across hum
: mocks of wiry grass, she was lookin,
J forward, as the thrifty assistant WON
an always does, to that time when thu
boys would run their firmly establishes
: paper alone, and she could devote her
self to the residence. lined with pic
lures, glittering with silver, full o
:, comforts, which would take the plac
of this three-room nest. The prairi
did not bound her ambitions.
"But wherever one stands" re
marked India, opening the door, 9TH
center of the earth is always exactl
beneath him, and the center of tn
heavens exactly over his head"
:. "Well-nurtured girls in various eli
ies," said India to herself, ''are no,
/. sitting down to dinner, and talkin
. about next months trip out OF towr
But the assistant on the Rolling Cit
q Chronicle must light fire and get tn
boys supper, not neglecting to dar
>, those last two pairs of socks while tn
3 people are gathering"
She followed them back to the offic
about dusk. A rising sweetness wa
1t abroad, and the air so Gear that il CT
:" out every object with sharp edges
m The town herder was driving hon
the cows from their free pasture up tn
r. ridge. A freight-train far off on I'll