The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-10

ann run us out IN Two months!
''He won't run us out"
India rose and approached her
brother. Her face was lambert, as If
she were the spirit Of fire.
pink Bradshaw, didn't we make ur
our minds to locate here and take all
the consequences"
''Yes."
Am not your oldest sister,"
Eyes"
Didn't educate myself ard man.
age to get you boys places and give
you something Of chance for your.
selves?"
"Yes, my dear, you did"
did 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.
81 have pledged myself, my health,
my life, my brains, to the success Of
you two boys. Pink, l would lay my
right hand down to be cut off at the
wrist If that would secure success to
you But instead of that, / can only
give the labor of that hand. Any
woman who honors her men-folks and
pushes their fortunes, honors and
glori6es herself My darling boy, If
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 whiningH' he exclaimed as
If .spurred. "But man can see I'M
possibilities where woman can't"
Thank heaven for womans vision,
then. ! don't believe in impossible
ties. have done too many impossible
things while people stood by to tell me
l couldn't When | say pledge my
life and brains and might to the doing
of a 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 great baby who
snakes. But if l made up my mind"
said India, stretching her listed arm
before her, ito take a RATHER around
the neck and strangle it to death, /
should do it if it covered me with bites
and killed me-"
II believe your said Pink, with
start as if he had been electrified.
where's my clip and pencil? l must
get to work. You're bowler, Lady
Macbeth"
You're a fine-strung poet, Johnny
Keats. Haul the barrel and table over
this way. | want to know everything
you put in that first page article.
They consulted together, India start
ing the theme Pink produced decorat-
ed thoughts. She took ont his adj
jec5ives and reduced his sentences. 10
called for copy. India took it to him,
and distributed locals before the other
printer.
Don't you want to dress up your ad-
vertisements now while | set type for
your" she said to her younger brother,
who at once washed his hands, ran
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 at
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 unfenced
house on path which cut across hum
inocks of wiry grass, she was looking
forward, as the thrifty assistant wom-
an always does, to that time when the
boys would run their firmly established
paper alone, and she could devote her
self to the residence, lined with pic
lures, glittering with silver, full of
comforts, which would take the place
of this three-room nest. The prairie
did not bound her ambitions
"But wherever one stands" re-
marked India, opening the door, "the
center of the earth is always exactly
beneath him, and the center of the
heavens exactly over his head"
"Wcll-nurtured girls in various cit
les, said India to herself, ARE now
sitting down to dinner and talking
about next months trip out OF town.
But the assistant on the Rolling City
Chronicle must light fire and get the
boys supper, not neglecting to darn
those last two pairs of socks while the
people are gathering"
She followed them back to the Office
about dusk. a rising sweetness was
abroad, and the air so clear that it cut
out every object with sharp edges.
The town herder was driving home
the cows from their free pasture up the
ridge. A freight-train far off on the
western road trailed into sight, and
puffs of smoke on the northern horizon
denoted some approach along that line.
The prairie was like mountain-pla-
teau in giving one a sense of nearness
to the sky. The hemisphere of many
shaded green's pressed sharply against
the melting west
At the office India hurried to finish
whatever was behind on the weeks is
sue, while the rest of the establish
ment set type. When the ten o'clock
passenger whizzed by, their weeks