Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1897-02-11
They reached Grant house I

of the astounding arrival, and hustled
In with eyes like saucers.
Simmons. send up quick something
| for my friends to eat; and bring in
| some claret-no, champagne-as quick
as you can, please"
Simmonds looked remOnstrative, but
retired, and Jack followed.
Champagne for them niggers, Mas
ter Jack! What'll the master say?"
"Niggers, Simmonds! My friends, IL
you please! If they heard you say
'niggers' wouldn't give a brass farth-
ing for your life. Why. man alive,
that feathery one is the leader Of TO- 900
warriors. and killed ten white men
with his own hand in the war last year.
You say 'niggers' in their hearing and
they'd scalp you without winking."
Good Lordr' said Simmonds. and
glanced apprehensively at the door to
see If it was tight shut. Then he sped
eff to do the young masters bidding.
After a satisfactory feed, at which
Broken Nose and BLACK Wolf"
quaffed champagne in tumblers, Jack
beckoned them to follow him. They
rustled through the house, out by the
back door, and down the path to the
stables, where dwelt the Buchanan
family in the quaint little gabled house
that faces on the orchard.
The smell of the stables attracted the
red men, and they uttered their first
cultural EXPLANATIONS of approval at
sight of the horses there. If there was
one thing Ogilvie prided himself on it
was his cattle.
Mrs. Buchanan met them at the door
| OF the little house with amazement,
not to say apprehension, in her looks.
Why, Master Jack?" she began.
I've brought them for Jack to see,
Mrs. Buchanan. He's just dying to see
live red Indian. I'd have brought the
whole show if I could, but perhaps
these two will do for a start"
Bless your kind heart" said the
mother. Il hope it won't brighten him
| into fitr'
"Fit?" said Jack, scornfully. "Shall
we go up?"
Let me go first and just tell him.
He's very low today. 1t may hearten
| him up Bit
With sigh she went UP, and called
down the stair in a moment:
'All right. Master Jack. he's awake"
and the procession mounted the mar
row stairs.
Jack the Second had started up into
| sitting posture. He had to balance
himself with hand on each side, he
was so very weak. His red lips were
| parted, his eyes ablaze with eagerness.
| He gazed with hungry amazement.
The two Indians seemed to fill the
| room. Mrs. Buchanan and Jack made
themselves small and squeezed in by
the bed.
"O-o-o-oh!' came from Jack the
Seconds parted lips. He tried to fling
an arm round Jack the First's necNs
| but lurched, and nearly fell over. Jack
crept nearer and placed the weak arm
| round his neck.
"Oh, Jack. said the sick lad, aren't
they just grand-just like life"
Very much so, old man." said Jack,
and then he proceeded to an elaborate
and exaggerated description of the
warriors, they meanwhile standing like
two craven images.
Jack drew them nearer to the bed,
so that Jack the Second could finger
their weapons and their dress and
could look close, with great, wonder
ing eyes, on their strange, immobile
faces, and right into their dark eyes.
deep with though and mysteries. and
passions that were beyond his ken.
He lay back at last. with a sigh of
great content.
"Oh, Jack, it was good Of you to
bring them" and Jack the First
was more than repaid.
He gesticuated to the Indians and
initiated the dance he had seen them
perform. Then. with a sudden thought.
held up his hand, bidding them wait.
and dashed out of the room. He re-
turned in a moment with a big tam
BOURNE belonging to MOllfe. the soul
lery maid, who had lately joined the
Salvation Army, and banged it on a
Sunday with the best of them. This he
commenced to pound in the monoton-
Gus measure which had beaten itself
into his memory as the accompaniment
of the dance of the Wild West. The
Indians tumbled to it at once. Broken
Nose grinned weird smile and
BLACK Wolf" shed his blanket and
several other garments and stood forth
in his loin cloth and his natural blue
paint, and their feet began to stamp
and shuttle. They took opposite sides
of the room and crouched and louped.
advanced. retreated, handled their
weapons and burst out into unearthly
song.
Jack the Second could not lie still.
He sat up again and tried to clap his
weak hands. Then suddenly the
noise ceased, the Indians became cop
per statues. the tambourine ratified
along the floor and Jack the First
sprang forward to catch Jack the
Second. for he had fallen on his face
and the blue and white coverlet was
crimson with blood.
But the mother was first, and Jack
Ogilvie with one despairing glance,
dashed down the stairs and down the
drive, and along the road to the doc
tors. He was back with him inside of
of five minutes, and the doctor looked
very grave.
Jack the Second was lying back on
his pillows. wan and white, but with a
smile on his lips and a sparkle in his
eyes, which still lowered yearningly
over the Indians. They stood gazing
like images on the dying boy. The
doctor eyed them with amazement and