The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-04-30
lllH|]SS0ING Il HOVER.
By Mrs. M. e. Rayne.

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/ 80 Short that few have noticed its dis
/ app there stood a brick build
| ing : il the suburbs OF the city Of Al
| amleda, which was a wagon-shop and
smlthy combined The place had
more than a local reputation, on ac-
| count OF the excellence of it's work.
the smith. being especially proficient
| ~ ms department, employing the art
OF a veterinary surgeon in a rude but
| successful way. Nor had he his equal
| in the country for putting a shoe on a
morse, the most fractions animal sub
uniting I'll itself to his skilled hand with
put demonstration. Indeed, his sibi-
ian l st! Whistled through his
teeth IN an indescribable manner, ac-
ted like a charm on the most unruly
equine spirit.
50 Steve Damer's forge was glow
Ing when others We're dark and silent,
ana his rivals expressed their, dislike
tor MIN, and his success in many ways.
they sneered at him for a half-breed,
and attributed his luck to the arts Of
sayagry. The smith did not care.
There was only one thing on earth for
which he did care-that was his beau
tiful daughter Pauline, the stately girl,
who would have graced the most re-
lined home in the state, but who had
returned from school with no higher
ambition than to serve in her fathers
kltchen. There was little else to the,
whole abode, save the loft above, but
It was as neat and dainty as loving
hands could make it. None Of the
nelghborlng houses had such quaint
decor atlonS. The wings of bright
plumaged birds crossed on the walls
bow and arrows tied with strings of
Wampum. Moccasins of soft skins,
embroidered in rare patterns, with
many-colored beads, unlike any work
done by skilled American hands,. For
why? Pauline Damer was the daugh-
ter of an Indian princess, and Inherited
her right to do such work, for her in
stincts We're those of her mothers
picturesque people, the Tulticas, whose
name means TART and who are
neither nomads nor idolaters, but a
people who are past-masters in all the
arts and industries.
When the dark-skinned young wife
Of Steve Damer died, he went back
to civilization to find himself an alien
and his bright-eyed baby squaw, his
little woman, an object of impairment
curiosity. ~ II
| d
marriage at all in the eyes Of white
law said the good people who sustain
missions for Christionizing the Indians
and then they signified their wiling
ness to receive the child barbarian as
ward of the nation.
But Steve Damer was loyal to the
memory Of his dead wife and her peo-
pie, and refused to part with his Paul
inc, or give her over even temporarily
to the despisers Of her mothers race.
He did, however, send her to school,
where she was treated well, even to
the extent of being admired and petted
for two reasons. One was that she
was considered a sprig of nobility, how
ever rough and rude for the branch
from which she came; the other be-
cause phenomenal sums were paid for
her expenses, and her father kept him
self out Of sight The money was her
mothers, a heritage her father used
to make her a scholar and lady,
which last she was by birthright.
Damer was busy in his shop, for it
was race week, and the horses needed
careful preparation for the event on
which so many thousands of dollars
were staked. Bendemeer had been
brought over from San Francisco to
have his shoes reftted and Nankipoo
was being shod anew on all fours,
while Son-of-a-Gun waited his turn
Jockeys and hOst1ers and a few own
ers accompanied the horses. All the
talent was on hand and there was the
usual acrobatic betting, the stakes be-
ing of unusual Importance. Little
Tough had won a five furlong race
in 1:O1, the fastest time made by
2-year-old, and Jordan had been fouled
at the head of the stretch. So the
talk went on until all had taken their
turn and gone, with the exception Of
one man, an owner who sent bis joe
key away and fingered to have a con-
fidential talk with the smith.
''Why doesn't Harlow Lincoln bring
his chestnut here to be shod?' was
the first question when they were
alone.
'Ask him. answered the smith curt
ly; he knew his man and did not feel
it was necessary to be civil
''Have a swallow" said the other
with a disagreeable smile, extending
| Il handsome silver-mOunted flask to-
| ward the smith.
"How do I know it amt fixed 2"
asked Damer suspiciously.
''Great Caesars ghost,man, have you
no cOlIl1lOu sense. l WANT you TO nave
all your wits about you Tiff Lincoln's
| Delight is to lose the race tomorrow.
! I should think you would want to be
even with him for all his snubs and
| Sights
| Damer took a long draught from the
| flask before answering. The subtlety
of the liquor entered into his heart
and brain. AS long as he. let liquor
| alone---and he knew it for a fact-he
| was a decent man. When he drank
he became ugly and morose, and easily
offended. It was long since his last
spree. He had promised Pauline--ha!
| Pauline, the thought Of her accelerated
| the work of liquor. Harlow Lincoln
| had sighted Pauline in some way.
i Damer did not know how, but on her
| coming there the young ranchman had
| shown her much attention, and she
| had almost admitted to her father that
| she looked upon him as king among
men. and then he had staid away, and
ever since Pauline had lost her light
| heartedness.
Damer heard TOO often the haunting
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