Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1897-04-22

jcrity Of the quarters were satisfacto-
rily neat.
When the party came to Soft Voices
home. Winifred inquired fo1 her of her
mother, High Ear. who stood by her
husband, displaying her good house,
keeping to the officers with visible
pleasure. She explained by signs that
her daughter was outside of the camp.
Winifred ran out toward the place
which the Indian woman had indicated
and presently discovered Soft Voices
turkey red calico dress cleaning In an
immense bed of white flowers. They
were a variety of wild pea that grows
everywhere on the Montana prairie.
She was filling large basket of the
flowers and was singing softly to her.
self. When Winifred came up she
clasped her shapely brown hands and
miledvdelightedly
well. Soft Voice, what are you go
ing to do with so many fiowers?" Win
fired asked pleasantly.
Soft Voices countenance clouded
slightly. She hung her head and kick
ed pensively at the basket with her
moccasined toe. After a moment she
glanced up at Winifred with shy
smile.
''I'll tell you" she answered. "but
perhaps you'll say I'm very bad. I'm
picking them for Arrow, Brave Hearts
boy. This morning he came to our
tepee-house," she corrected herself,
"and he took my pictures from my box
all my pictures of the Carlisle teach
ers and you-and he set them up and
fired his arrow through them.
"He said he was big chief, and he
played to scalp in the old, dreadful
way! And l came home and saw what
he was doing, and my heart was bad at
once. And l ran and caught him.
meaning to beat him, soundly. l am
very wicked, fear. The angers come
so quick! And then l thought what
you had said, that only through love
do we help others and my mind Is to
help all my people, and was ashamed.
II could see how like an animal 1
had been for a moment. / was She
wolf, to tear him to pieces! l would
have struck him, and the blows would
have blazed anger in him like the fire
my father strikes with his flint. ! shut
my eyes, and seemed to see great
ing the beautiful Easter tomorrow.
And 1 thought how you said, Easter
is the love day So / let Arrow go
gently, though he Knocked at me.
"And now l shall take these flowers
to his mother, and she will heap him
a bed in a corner of the home, and
when he lies down he will love the fra
GRANGE and go to sleep with kind
thoughts, and in the morning he will
be sorry to have hurt me. So we will
be all peace on Easter day! Love Is so
good! That is what you have taught
me-"
Winifred's eyes shrank from Soft
Voices affectionate look. She was over
come with sudden sense Of hearty
shame at her words.
us it possible that the gentle Indian
girl has learned anything of love and
from Noteworthy me?'
thought Winifred. The hard, cold
feeling that had held her heart for
the past three days melted away.
ut is easier to preach than to prac-
tice, I'm afraid, Soft Voice." she said
sadly.
She stopped and plucked a handful
Of the flowers and put them in her belt
with a quiet resolve.
The visitors lunched with the officers
in charge of Camp Cheyenne. and then
to Fort Strong. Winifred rode
silently besides her father. AS soon as
they reached home she hurried off to
the canon where she and Edna had
quarrelled.
STOPPING down she peered anxiously
under the platform. Then with a re-
lieved look, she fished out paper with
her riding-whip.
A few minutes later she opened the
door of Capt Kent's sitting-room. Ed
ma, pale and tumbled, rose from her
She sent a downcast
glance of inquiry to Winifred's face,
to learn in what spirit she had come.
There was no doubt of Winifred's
mood. She held out the pa
per.
Edna" she said, gently, 81 have
brought your composition. Oh, dear,
am SO sorry! / saw it blow under the
platform when you were throwing the
book into the fire, and / was too angry
TO tell you until now. I'm so ashamed"
Edna's arms were about her when
she finished. 81 am the one to be sor-
ry," she sobbed. Forgive me for be-
ing so horrible!"
II have copied this for you" she said,
after a minute, handing Winifred new
almost filled with writing
Il found the old burned stub of the
when l looked for my
with a good many of the
references in it, so l knew where to
find the things. I've been writing this
instead of my composition. You can
send it to Soft Voice to keep for an
Easter present, IL you like"
On Easter morning Winifred carried
a bunch of the white wild-flowers to
Edna. LET us each keep one to press"
she said. when I look at mine shall
always think OF Soft Voices idea that
anger makes an ugly blot on the world.
want to remember that"
A bugler came out of the barracks
and sounded church-call on his shin
ing bugle, and a little crowd of blue
uniforms began to move toward the
chapel. Winifred and Edna came out
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