Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-15

and Marie. Holding their hands. she
walked between them toward me, and
babe them notice my height. ST am his
Cloud-Mother,' she said. How droll 4
is that parents grow down little, while
their children grow up bigY
Madame Ursule shook her head piti-
fully. But the girls really saw the droll
side and laughed with my Cloud Mother.
Separated from me by an impossible
barrier. she touched me more deeply than
when I sued her most. The undulating
ripple which was her peculiar expression
Of joy was more than could bear. left
the room and was fiinging myself from
the house to take in the chill wind; but
she caught me. ~
Il viii be goodl' pleaded my Cloud.
Mother. her face in my breast.
Her son who had grown up big, while
she grew down little. went back to the
family room with her.
Ny Cloud-Mother sat beside me at Ia
Bile, and insisted on cutting up my food
for me. While tried to eat, she asked
Marie and Katrina and Pierre Grignon
and Madame Ursule to notice how well I
behaved. The tender hearted host wiped
his eyes.
I understood why she had kept such
hold upon me through years OF separates
ness. A nameless personal charm.
which must be a gift OF the spirit. sur
vived all wreck and change. It drew me.
and must draw me forever, whether she
knew me again or not. One meets and
wakes you to vivid life in an immortal
hour. Thousands could not do It through
eternity.
The river piled hi1locks Of water In
strong north wind. and no officer crossed
from the stockade. Neither did any neigh-
Dor leave his own fire. It seldom happens
ed that the Grignons were left with In
mates alone. Eagle sat by me and watch-
ed the blaze streaming up the chimney.
If she was not a unit in the family
group and had no part there, they were
most kind to her.
Take cares" the grandmother cried
with swift foretnought when Marie and
Katrina marshaled ir hopping object
from the kitchen. 1T might fr1ghten
Madeleine"
Pierre Grfgnon stopped in the middle
Of a bear hunt Eagle was not frfghten-
ed. She clapped her hands.
This is a pouched turkey! Marie an.
nounced, leaning against the wall, while
Katrina chased the fowl. It was the
little negro, his arms and feet thrust
into the legs Of a pair OF Pierre Grignon's
trousers, and the capacious open top fast
ened upon his back. Doubled over, he
waddled and hoped as well as he could.
"A
and his wooIIy head gave him the un-
canny look Of black harpy. To see him
was to shed tears OF laughter. The pouch-
ed turkey enjoyed being a pouched tur1
key He strutted and gobbIed. and ran
at the girls tried to pick up corn from
the floor with his thick lips. tumbled
down and rolling over in the effort; for
a pouched turkey has no wings with which
TO balance himself. SO much hilarity IN
- e. De-
wants. saw their small dark eyes in a
mere line OF open door, gazing solennly.
When the turkey was relieved from his
pouching and sent to bed, Pierre Orig
non took his violin. The girls answered
with jigs that ended a reel, when couples
left the general figure to fig it on.
When Eagle had watched them awhile
she started up spread her skirts in q
sweeping courtesy. and began to dance
a gavotte. The fiddler changed his tune.
and the girls rested and watched her.
Alternately swift and languid. with the
changes Of the movement. she saluted
backward to the floor, or spun on the tips
Of rapid feet / had seen her, dance many
times but never with such abandon Of
Joy
our singular relationship was establish-
ed in the house. where hospitality mads
room and apology for all human weak
ness. eifF
Nobody of that region, except the ia
firm, stayed indoors to shiver by fire.
Eagle and the girls in their warm ca-
potes breasted with me tho coolest winter
days. She was as happy as they were:
her cheeks tingled as pink as theirs.
Sometimes I thought her eyes must ans
wer me with her old self-command, their
bright grayness was SO natural
Go Be Continued.)
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