Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-03-02
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GOOD SAMARlTAN9.


pride in her only daughter Edith on
their return to southern Arizona from
the east that she could not refuse her
any request, even if her own nlaturer
Judgment pronounced it unreasonable.
Edith had Just been graduated from
fashionable boarding school, and the
mother had made the long journey for
the single purpose of being present at
the closing exercises, in which her prct-
ty daughter carried off the highest
prizes and now they were ON their re-
turn to the ranch where the child had
been bogn and had spent her childhood.
Inc father, James Huntley, had tried
t. arrange his affairs so rs to permit
him to make the long trip, for his pride
ju his brilliant daughter was az keen az
his wife's but be was g wealthy ranch
man. with several thousand cattle to
look after, including the rough, daring
and boistorous cowboys. and at the last
minute he found it impossible to leave
his home.
The ladies had an escort on the return
journey in the person Of Weston Run
dell the son of an old friend Of llunt-
ley, who had accepted a warm invita-
ton to spend several weeks or months
il tho southwest aud who could net
conceal his pleasure at the chance Of
being companion of the mother and
especially Of the vivacious daughter,
who diilused sunshine and delight wher-
ever she happened to be.
When the train drew up at Silver
City, the three left the sleeper for their
dinner, OF which ali felt the need.
There was the usual hurry and scram-
BILE for seats, where the accommodations
were not Of the best but the previous
experience Of our friends had rendered
them philosophical and they were quite
content to accept the best that circun-
stances permitted.
When the meal was finished and the
party came out on the platform, some
thing like ten minutes remained before
starting time. While the mother enter
ed their car and sedately seated herself,
the young couple began walking brisk
ly up and down the platform. The ex-
erclse was agreeable after their confine-
II; ant FOR so many hours in the coach,
and they laughed and exchanged pleas
Rntries over what they had passed
through and spaculated over what still
remained before them.
They had promenaded the length Of
tho iatform twice when Miss Huntley
touched the arm of her escort and said
'Do you notice that young man stand
ing there by himself"
She indicated by an almost imper-
ceptible gesture youth of perhaps is
or IS years dressed in plain garments,
who stood hear the lower end Of the
platform, his hands lightly folded be-
hind him. while his black eyes alton
lively watched the people continually
passing to and fro in front Of him. A
glance at his face showed him to be a
full blooded Indian despite his attire
His coal black hair was cut short his
clothing, though coarse and cheap, was
neat, and his face was more progresses
ing than is usually seen with his race
He showed the yellow, coppcry COM
pleXion Of the aboriginal American, d
slightly Roman nose, temples not too
prOtuberant, while the teeth were as
white and regular as those of Edith
Huntley herself,
companion drew near, and noticing that
the eyes Of the dusky youth were turn
ed upon them he said in lower tone:
He is a noble red man. Do you
know his trbe:''
There is no way Of judging that in
his present clothing, but | have IA mind
to ask him. | think he is depressed over
something.
you can hardly tell that, for his
people never give themselves away in
that fashion in the presence of others. "
"Of course you cannot see it; but,
Mr.. Rundell, | am not mistaken. 1t
won't take me long TO find out. :"
And before her escort could object
che left his side and walked to where
the young Indian stood.
The young woman's early life had
given her knowledge of the American
race more subtle than her friend could
obtain from books aud she suspected
the tribal relation Of the youth before
fhe spoke,
Good day. Will you tell me what
tribe you belong tor
The dusky countenance could not hide
the flush that overspread it, and there
was pleasing confusion in his manner
rs he smiled and lifted his sombrerc
with awkward grace and replied with
good accent;
APACHE. "
"What branch?"
"Warm Spring"
"Then your homo is on the White
Mountain reservation?"
"Ye-eg, lady" he replied, still smil.
Ing and with his hat in hand.
THAT is moro than 100 miles away.
You will soon be there. -
"Ye-es, it is not long walk. +"
"You came thus far on the train,
hidnt YOU"
"Ye-es, but l walk the rest of the
way"
BY this time Rundell had sauntered
forward and stood at the side of the
young woman whose intuition told her
She was on the trail of the trouble that
che had suspected from the first,
"Why do you walk when the rail
road will take you much nearer"
the confusion of the dusky youth be
came painful.
81 have no ticket"
And no money with which to buy
one. shall pay your fare to the point
nearest your reservation, and then yOr