CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1902-07-03
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BY Curran R. Grcenlcy
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primly, its harsh outlines OF uncompro.
missing squareness half hidden by n
riot Of Guelder roses that climbed and
threw long green arms Of loveliness
around the small diamond panes OF the
windows. A straight box bordered patti
led down to the gate through an ave
nue. OF beeches where the sunlight fell
in lance riffs down upon the blue grass
fresh with the green of May-Maytime
in Old Kentucky in the year OF our Lord
1885. Beyond the rustic gate broad.
white road ran from east 10 west.
Those were strange professions that
wound along the great highroad. the
artery OF trade from the east over the
AlleghanIes TO Kentucky and III south
crn country that lay beyond in the gate
way Of the wlldcrncss-long trains OF
white covered wagons filed with II
medley Of women, children. household
goods, with their escorts of stalwart
men on horseback. Already the hcgtra
to the west had commenced. often
tribe Of Chociuws bound for the wig
wan of the great father, grim. dusk
faces under nOddiug plulncs. animated
bundles. with smaller bundles .ound TO
their backs. astridc Of the ponies. silent
as ghosts. and passing. always passing.
up the long white road.
Twice each day. with the long tan
tarn-ra-rn Of the buglcs and the rattle
Of whip and hoof. came the stagecoach.
n flash Of color from east TO west. and
again the quiet OF earth and sky.
Over the hills, whose dim, blue line
hnt. 10
child's heart went each day with the
dying echo OF hoof and hUglc; over
the hills, where the gold lilhis OF sun
set kissed the pink limestone cliffs.
Frightening to emerald green the tufts
of maidcnhair in the deep clefts, and
farther up. where the mists caught and
held them. deepening into the evenings
violet crown.
A slim. shy maid Of barely fifteen. In
her long, narrow skirt and prim kcr-
chief drawn tightly across the childish
breast. the small brown hand shading
her level brows she watched with
wIstful eyes up the long ribbon of
rOad-iittlc Anne. with her peach bios
som face and soft gray eyes that had
dared TO look from under their long
black Iashes at face that was tho
face Of peoples hero; not all the pco-
pie. for here In her fathers house Anne
had heard fierce denunciurlDns AMI
even curses against that name. But
when had politics Hu-ht To 10 with "A
maids romancinE; Deep down In her
heart the girl cher. he'd tie memory
Of one summer e.c 'uE. wien all alone
the great man rc'nrd in his li.rse and
spFHug from the sad lie TO walk and
tax with pretty chill Two years
had come and gone. but over the low
gate Anne leaned and dreamed Of her
hero as did that Lisa IN faroff Italy
OF her king.
The evening shadows grew longer
and the sun vanished behind the hills
ms the tinaIc OF bells chimed up from
the pasture. With eyes still dream
thralled Anne wandered out and across
the road to where the spring hubbled
up from its messy pool. a little rustic
summer house sheltered It, and the lit
tic stream lost Itself in n dense thicket
of hazel bushes that grew close up TO
til" nrltor The girls light foot made
no sound as she entered and dropped
down upon the seat. Voices close mt
hand aroused her as Il low murmnr
came from the hazel copsc.
The best place Is where the road
comes through TIunEcrfOrd's woods,
this side of the mill"
Then another vo.cg; 81 don't Ike It.
It's doing all the dirty work aud get.
ting the kicks for pay. Let them as
wants him out Of the way put him
there
And the first voice answered with an
oath: WHATS that TO you? The men
that wants Andrew Jackson dead
hain't the men as risks nuthIn'."
ANDREW Jackson" Anne's heart
gave great bound. then almost stop
ped, as there was rustic among the
bushes. She strained her ears to catch
the last words.
Hell likely spend tonight at Hun
gerford's, leaving there by daybreak."
mo. There hain't but one nigger
along. He don't like comp'ny a-trlvcl-
In" And the low chuckle died in the
distance.
1t was nearly dark as Anne crept out
from her hiding place and glanced fear
fully up the long white road She
knew that Hungerfords lay fifteen
miles away as the crow flies. and TO
reach 1t would mean ride through the
niGht-morning would be too late:
knew too, poor child, that in the hearts
of those about her dwelt the bitterest
hatred of the man that she would have
risked her life to save! Not that they
would have lifted n hand against his
'ife, but they would have laughed her
story down and bade her hush. as chill
dren should.
Alone in her little white cursained
room she knelt and prayed her simple
prayer She had always been afraid OF
the dark-the dark that was like whis-
pering lips In your cnr and the touch