Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-08-08

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races had become so highly civilized.
] Would you think me very rude if I
ask whether or no they are all like
you?"
"Well! You see, I have had ex-
ceptional advantages. My father Is
medicine man, who made a corner
in pork, and he sent me away to he
educated. So learned the paleface
ways, but at heart am a Yankee
still. Oh, have seen many a stir
ring time in Ponkapog, assure YOU"
The honorable Algeron was lost in
wonder. Nothing but admiration
was possible in connection with that
charming creature, full of refinement
and intelligence. Her voice alone
was patent of good birth, gentle
and carefully modulated. He had to
admit that the honorable Misses
Goodwin, his sisters, decended from
Edward the Confessor and, kept un-
spotted the plebeian world, would
have cut pretty poor figure if set
down beside the little squaw, who
according to her own account, had no
better antecedent than 4 copper-col-
ored savage daubed with gaudy clay.
"But have understood" he said
presently, determined to get as much
information as possible in this inter-
eSting case, which was Ger.
tainly quite as characteristic of
American queerness as anything he
could hope for, IL have understood
that the Indians were comparatively
quiet now and that they are so few in
comparison with the whites that
they realize the folly Opposition"
True. You never hear o: great
general uprisIngs now. such as there
were in the time OF King Philip of
the Nairagansetts-peac be to his
memory! But the Indians fight
among themselves, and the warhoop
is still heard in the land. 1 have
seen too dreadful work done with
tomahawk and scalplng knife even
to mention them without a shudder,"
murmured Miss Sally, picking the
truifies dainty out of her pate de
foie graS.
| "What, do you know any one who
has been scalped?" Algy grew ex-
cited. Perhaps there was rarer
sport il store than the buffalo hunt
ing he had promised himself, espec-
/ tally after the depressing information
of the cowboy he had met on the ship,
to the effect that there was only one
herd of buhaloes left in the West, and
only one buffalo in that herd.
mercy, yes, indeed! Scores of
people. Look at Mr.. Wendell, across
| the table. Can't you see that he has
on what they call 4 scratch? He is
very sensitive about it, but when he
knows you better he may tell you an
interesting tale. poor Mr.. Wendell
I had very bald head and a very
young and pretty wife. hence the
scratch). 'And l myself I was
scalped when a child, so that l am
! forced to wear wig"
| Never was there such successful
wig before. Its bright chestnut curls
and ripplcs would have deceived a
hairdreSScr
''By Jove," cried Mr.. Goodwin. 'ft's
an uncommonly good imitation of the
real thing"
! Eyes" agreed Sally. "Paris, you
know, the Rue de la PaiX. really
don't mind at all. because I have
them to match all my gowns, which
/ gives me great advantage over the
other girls, and in summer, when the
mercury boils over at the top Of the
thermometer, as it often does in
this climate, L can take it off alto
gether and be delightfully."- cool and
airy. l always say that l have as
nearly as possible realized Sydney
Smiths idea Of taking off ones skin
nd gif in
it is considered quite mark Of aris-
tocracy here-like strawberry mark
on the right arm with vou."
sit must have been very PAINFUL
mused Mr.. Goodwin, '.the scalping, 1
mean. should like to hear how it
happened, if you don't mind"
/ i II hardly know. was not more
than 3 years old at the time, little
papoose by my mothers side. We
were picking up fagots in a wood
when band Of Wampanoags fell upon
us from an ambush and walked off
with our scalps at their belts, shout
ing the battle cry Of freedom. have
only confused recollection of the
tray, but my mother often speaks of
1t as the most unpleasant surprise of
iIcE buG leu US CIldIRc
the subject. do not care to talk
about those narrowing experiences.
You must come out to Punkapog and
see for yourself what aboriginal
existence is like. My father will
lend you mustang and we can ride
over to Chicago some afternoon to
give you an idea of the prairies
Now tell me something about En-
gland. You are very intimately con-
nected with Queen Victoria, hear
What size shoes does she wear?"
Number u.s." said Algy, with an
other of his jolly laughs, which to
hear was to adore. 1--WE are de-
scended from Edward the Confessor
Miss Emmett gasped.
''ln my history" said she, ed
ward the COnfeSSOr was 4 sort Of monk
and never married.
"Can it be possible? There, you
see, is an instance of the way in which
stories get perverted across the At
lantic. In England it is matter OF
history that he had four wives-a
good deal of mormon, in fact. BY
the way, should like to see NOR
mon."
"Next but one to you at this very
table sits one in the flesh, Mr.. Phil
lips He has only two of his flock
here tonight"
Mr.. Phillips moved uneasily in his
chair at the prolonged and deliberate
survey which the honorable Algernon
proceeded to take. He was Boston's
most unmitigated bachelor.
''Poor old chap! Pm sorryfor him.
Half a dosen sets Of milliners' bills
have apparently scanned his noble
brow with care. know what it is
to have crowd Of women in the
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