The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-11-18

heap mean wife woman"
$50 on, Wan; I will not tell Abby.
What is this thing, for PHYS sake?''
'sMiss Bingham, Abby talk Mike Nc
Gowan, all same good friend-Abby
say, lady want see Da'cie all self lone
'leven clock tonight. You tell Abby
say that?"
"Merciful Heavens! What are you
saying? Do want to see that man to-
night, alone? Did Abby send him that
word from me? Is that what she has
done?"
Wan responded with mods and grins,
and mopped himself with tremulous
hands.
"You no tell Abby, Miss Bingham?"
"Don't be afraid. Tell me what this
thing means. Tell me all you know
about it, this instant"
"You catchem all light: Abby send
word you want see Da'cie. I sabe all
ting she say. I pick up some tin can;
1ongside old dump plenty tin can-sell
him some Chinaman-melt him-get
plenty lead-make some littee money"
''Never mind the cans! Tell me why
Abby did this thing. Does she want
Darcie to get hurt? Is that it?"
81 no sabe. Abby know heap bad
men, Union miner; no like Mike Nc
Gowan; call him 'scab.' No like
Da'cie. Nail paper on Da'cie house
say you go! Da'cie laugh-say no go
anywhere. Da'cie heap good shoot.
Mike MCGOWAN heap good shoot. All
time heap good friends. Union men
get mad; no can catchee Da'cie. Send
word lady want see-all self lone 'leven
'clock night. Da'cie come see lady.
Mike no come. Lady no come. Man
cleep behind tlee-plenty gun-good-
by Da'cie!"
Wan illustrated his meaning by an ex-
pressive pantomine, which was I'M
necessary so far as Faith was con-
cerned. She understood him perfectly.
She looked at the clock; it was half-past
ten.
where is this placer" she asked.
''You no want go there, Miss Bing-
ham!" Wan protested, hurriedly.
81 want you to 60 there, and take
this letter-to Mr.. Darcie." Faith was
writing the note as she talked. You
are very good man, Wan. You have
saved a mans life. I will give you
anything you ask if you'll get this let
ter there in time"
'N-n', Miss Bingham!" Wan grunt-
ed an imprisoned negative. ST no can
60 that place. Heap bad place, heap bad
men,
'But you mustgo; there is no one else
to go. What, you won't take the letter?
You miserable creature, will you let
that man be killed? You wretched
coward, did you come here to talk?'
Wan was shaking in his loose
starched blouse; his lips and nails were
livid; his eyes rolledin his head with
fear. He was incapable of speech. He
had exposed the plot, out of spite to
Abby, without an idea of possible
consequences to himself. Faith saw
that his eyes were on the door. She
flew and locked it, and set her back
against it.:
"Now, see here, Wan; you must tell
me where that place is. I am going
myself. Hush, will you! You will GO
with me as far as the place, because 1
might go wrong. Then you can run
away. Will you do that? You need
not be afraid with me; they will not
shoot me-"
Wan signified by incoherent .nutter-
ings that she must not, and that he
could not, go, and reiterated his warn
ing: Heap bad place, heap bad men,"
Every well; then I will go tell Abby
what you told me. Abby's bad men
will catch you some dark night; then it
will be 'Good-by Wan Do you sabe?
Will you go, now, or shall tell Abby?
Quick-make up your mind!"
In that moment Wan prayed his gods
that the whole impossible race of white
women might be forever accursed; but
in the meantime he decided to do what
this strange, terrible young one de-
manded. He had thought her much
the best of her extraordinary kind;
but they were all alike. mo got sense.
Heap DAM clazy."
Faith did not drink her tea; it grew
cold in the pot while the clock licked
on, and the drowsy fire fell to ashes
on the hearth.
And in the dining-room they were
singing in a hoarse, staggering male
chorus:
20 my darling, o my darling,
o my darling Clementine;
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreffm sorry. Clementinep