Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1897-02-13

I : Write to-day iCr lreC Jfstit nSi' b4s.tlN' f.
] n Warmers safe Cure Co, Rochester, Nix y
E5slzrE z = & z = ~ 2
ing fer your life. Why, man alive,
that feathery one is the leader of 10000
warriors. and killed ten white men
with his own hand in the war last
year. You say 'niggeTs in their near
ing and they'd scalp you without Wink
inS.
Good Lord said Simmons. and
glanced apprehensiyely al the door 10
. see if il was tight shut. Then he sped
on 10 DO the young masters blddlnS.
After q satisfactory feed, at when
Broken Nose" and BLACK Wolf
auaned champagne in tumblers, Jack
beckoned them TO follow him. They
rushed through the house, out by the
back door. and down the path TO the
stables. where dwclt the Buchanan fam
ily in a quaint lijJle gabied house that
faces on the orchard.
The smell OF the stable attracted the
red men. and they uttered their first
cultural ordinations OF approval at
sight of the horses there. II there was
one thing Ogilvie prided himself
en- it was his cattle.
Mrs. Buchanan met them at the door
OF the little house with amazement, not
20 say apprehension. in her looks.
WHY. Master Jac6?' she began.
I've brought them for Jack to see,
Mrs. Buchanan. He's just dying 10 see
a live red Indian. I'd brought the
whole show if / could but perhaps these
TWO will do for a start.
BLESS your kind heart said the
mother y hope it won't brighten him
into a TT!
~Fit?" said Jack, scornfully. Shall
let me 20 first and just tell him.
He's very low to-day 1t may hearten
him I'D a Bit
With a 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
q sitting posture. He had to balance
himself with a hand on each side, he
was so very weak. His red lips were
parted. his eyes ablaZe with eagerness
He gazed with hungry am3zemenJ.
The two Indians seemed to fill the room.
Mrs. Buchanan and Jack made them
selves small and squeezed in by the
bed.
"O-o-o-o-oh." came from Jack the
Seconds parted lips. He tried to fling
an arm round Jack the I'irst's' neck,
but lurched. and nearly fell over. Jack
crept nearer and placed the weak arm
around mis- 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 10 an elaborate
and exaggerated description of the wa
riors. 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, wondering eyes,
on their strange, immobile faces, and
right into their dark eyes, deep with
thought and mysteries, and passions
that were beyond his ken.
He lay back at last, with sigh OF
great content.
"Ch, Jack, 1t was good OF you to bring
them and Jack the First was more
than repaid
He gesticulated to the Indians and
initiated the dance ne had seen them
perform. Then, with a sudden thought
held uD his hand bidding them TO
wait. and dashed out Of the room. He
returned in a moment with big tam
BOURNE belonging TO Mollie. the soul
lerv maid. who had lately joined the
Salvation Army, and banged il on Sun
day with the best OF them. This he
commenced 10 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 n weried 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 ont into unearthly
song.
Jack AID the Second could not be
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 70 catch Jack The Sec
ond. for he had fallen forward on his
face and the blue and white coverlet
vas 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 10 the doc
tors. He was back with him inside
of FIVE minutes. and the doctor looked
very grave.
Jack the Second was lying back on
his pillows. wan and white, but with
q smile on his lips and 9 sparkle in his
Dyes. which still lowered yearningly
over the Indians. They stood gazing
like images on the dying boy. The
doctor eyed them with amaZement and
waved them 70 rotire-but they never
even looked ct him. He administered
g stimulant and Jack rallied for brief
space.
Jack the First had crept up to the
bed. his cheeks wet with shame-faced
tears, which be could nor keep back.
Jack the Seconds hand auttered for his
and gripped il with what little strength
he hau left. lis mother he.4 bls