The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1897-07-22

tice the stirring Of his feet in 4 the
sparse. dry autumn grass.
Folkses! folkses!' she cried out,
ives obleeged to run him OF the
mounting! He's foreigner, an he
amt got no right hyar. We's obleeged
to run him of the mounting
The man who listened drew little
closer, trying not to make noise. He
knew that he himself was .'..fureign-
err" and he wanted to hear whatever the
girl might say; but he laughed right
out when he saw that she was pointing
at q corn-cob doll. Georgia Jumped,
gave single glance over her shoulder
and ran. 1t was one thing to plan raids
on an intruder whom she had dropped
into the playhouse behind her own
back, but this-this was another thing
Only little way from the tree there
was a crevice in the bluff which rose be-
hind it.. Georgia knew that it wound
for long way between a detached rock
and the main bluff, and she slipped into
it with such sense of protection that
she stopped moment to wonder if she
had been cowardly to leave her noun
tain people to the two foreigners, and
to listen if anything was going on.
What she heard was the stranger talk
ing. -, e.
Now, if I were you,'' he said, st
should just go back where 1 came from
and not disturb respectable commune
ity like this" Georgia peeped round
the edge of the rock. He had picked her
foreigner up, and was smiling into his
evil eyes. $50 you won't tell me where
you came FROM" he said. ooh, well,
then, don't like to, but I'll have to
build prison and put you into it." He
took his hat off and put it over the
corn-cob foreigner. IF 1 see you try
ing to walk off with that calaboose
while I'm building the JAIL" he went
on, threateningly, ''I'll just inform you
that your name is Dennis, young man,
from that time on" =
The sun, which had been an impair
tial witness of this arrest, beat down
amiably upon the little mountain peo-
pie with their queer, natural faces, upon
the calaboOse, and upon close-cropped
black head bent to the building of Jail
from jagged bits of stone. And it fell
on Georgia's eager face and figure, for
bit by bit she had come quite outside
of the Swallowed crevice so that she
might miss nothing that this strange
man did and said. But he did not look
her way; he was too busy building up
his Jail.
'Most disgraceful thing I ever heard
of" he declared, nodding toward the
captive under the hat. "You call your
self foreigner doll, do you? Don't you
know that up where the foreigners
come from the dolls have long, curly
hair, and eyes that open and shut, and
red mouths and pink cheeks, and arms
and legs that bend just as we'll as mine
do, and they wear fine stockings and
shoes, and some of them walk about and
say mamma, papa, and their.clothes-"
Georgia's breath was coming fast;
her lips were parted and her eyes
shone. The young man who was build
ing the Jail happened to look up from
his work and saw her. Its so," he
said. with little nod. did you ever
see any like that?"
"No," said Georgia, shaking her head
A shadow passed over the neighboring
mountains. They had missed all such
marvels too.
Il have" said the young man, Sin the
toy-shop windows; but suppose you've
never seen the toy-shops?"
NO." Georgia said again. She came
up to where he was building. "And I
never seed a man playin' with dolls
afore, either" she added. Doesn't
you-uns have no work ter do?"
The man had taken off box and
bundle of queer-looking sticks which
had been slung from his shoulder. Now
he left THE Jail and began upfastening
the box. "Perhaps you'll thinA my work
good deal the same as doll-play," he
said. He took two or three boards with
pictures on them from the box, and
leaned them up against the tree.
"Oh-h!" breathed Georgia.
'Those are the dolls make" he said.
''But that's the livin' face of Jackson
Barker" she cried, pointing to one OF
them. ''Do you-uns claim ter ha' made
hit ter look like that?"
"Yes," he answered.
II whist you'd tell me how"
The artist smiled. cts just by try
ing-a good deal as it is with you in
making dolls,'' he explained.
She bent up close, and looked at the
board with its bit of canvas tackled on
it. Then she turned a puzzled face to-
ward him. 'But this hyar's fat" she
said, IAN yet it looks like it was stand
in out. I couldn't do that. Icouldn't
noways make doll out'n fiat piece O.
wood.''
"Would you like to see me do it?'' he
asked
She nodded silently. -.>-.- -.
err" he said. II suppose there's no
danger in letting him out now that
you're here to guard him while paint
He lifted his hat gingerly with his
finger and thumb, and he and Georgia
both laughed as they saw the helpless
way in which the corncob doll glared
up into the sunlight. Georgia set him
~ SoAASI q u &c III VIC oeVelcIy upright
position which his construction de-
manded, and then stood by the stran-
gers elbow, watching. His bunch of
brushes, the shining tubes from which
he squeezed dabs of color on to his
palette, the jointed easel which he put
together and set up so quickly, and the
camp-stool on which he seated himself,
were all fascinating accessories to the
making of dolls, either flat or round,
and she forgot to be afraid The artist