The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-03

Skenedonk lessened the rims around his
eyes. My father grunted.
did Madame De Terrier say the
young gentleman" Skenedonk inquired.
II was told to inquire. I am her SER
want Ernestine," said the woman, her face
creased with the anxiety Of responding to
questions. ,~sa5 -.. '.-1 =~=~ @
"Tell Madame De Terrier that the young
gentleman is much better, and will go
home to the lodges to-day"
"She said was to wait upon him, and
give him his breakfast under the doc
tors direction.''
'Say with thanks to Madame De Fer
rier that wait upon him. a
Ernestine again courtesied, and made
way for Doctor Chantry. He came In quito
good natured, and greeted all Of us, his
Interiors, with a humility I then thought
touching, but learned afterwards to dis
trust. My head already felt the healing
blood and I was ravenous for food. He
bound it with fresh bandages, and opened
a box full of glittering knives, taking
out small sheath. From this he made
a point Of steel spring like lightning.
1--WE will bring the wholesome lancet
again into play, my lad" said DR.. Chan
try. waited with uncertainty with my
feet on tho floor and my hands on the
side Of the couch while he carefully re-
moved coat and watstcoat and turned up
his sleeves.
"Ernestine, bring the basin," he COM
| manded.
My father may have thought the doctor
was about to inflict a vicarious puncture
on himself. Skenedonk, with respect for
| civilized surgery, waited. I did not wait.
| The operator barred me to the elbow and
showed piece Of plaster already stick
ing on my arm. The conviction of being
| outraged in my person came upon me
nightly, and snatching the wholesome
lancet I turned it's spring upon the doc
tor. He yelled. I leaped through the
door like a deer, and ran barefooted,
the loose robe curdling above my knees.
I had the feetest foot among the In
dian racers, and was going to throw the
garment away for pure joy of feeling the
| air slide past my naked body, when
saw the girl and poppet baby who had
looked at me during my first conscious
ness. They were sitting on a blanket
under the trees Of De Chaumont park,
which deepened into wilderness.
The baby put UP lip and the girl
surrounded it with her arm, dividing
her sympathy with me. I must have been
a charming object. Though ravenous fol
food and broken-headed. I forgot my
state and turned off the road of escape
to stare at her like tame deer.
! She lowered her eyes wisely, and T got
near enough without taking fright to see
a book spread open on the blanket, show
ing two Illuminated pages. Som ethine
parted in me. I saw my mother, as ]
had seen her In some past 11fe-not Mari
anne the Mohawk, wife of Thomas Will
Jams, but fair ova1-faced mother with
arched brows. I even saw her pointed
waist and puffed skirts, and the lace
around her open neck. She held the book
in her hands and read to me from it.
| I dropped on my knees and stretched
my arms above my head, crying aloud
as women cry with gasps and chokings
in sudden bereavement. Nebulous mem
| cries twisted all around me and I could
grasp nothing. ragged for what had beer
mine-for some high estate out of which
had fallen into degradation. I clawe6
the ground in what must have seemed
commissions to the girl. Her poppet cried
and she hushed it.
"Give me my mothers book" stran.
gled out of the depths of my throat; and
repeatedly as If torn by a devil-"Give me
my mothers book!'
She blanched so white that her lips
looked scared, and instead Of disputing
my claim, or inquiring about my moth:
er, or telling me to begone, she
was up on her feet. Taking
her dress in the tips of her fingers
and settling back almost to the ground II
the most beautiful obeisance I ever saw
she said: -
"sire!'
Neither In 1roquois nor in Iroquois
French had such a name been given t,
me before. I had a long title signifyin:
Tree Gutter, which belonged to every chic
of our family. But that word-"Sire!"-
and her deep reverence seemed to atom,
in> some way for what had lost. ga
up, quieting myself, still moved as waite
heaves. She put the missal on the lap o
my single garment and drew back step
formally standing. My SCARED ankles, a
which the Indian children used to point
were exposed to her gaze, for I neve
would sit on them after the manner o
the tribe. There was no restraining tn
tears than ran down my face. She Nigh
have Knocked me, but she remained whit
and quiet; while sat as dumb as dol
and as full Of unuttered speech. Looking
| back now, I can see what passionate ne
cessity shook me with throbs to be tn
equal of her who had received me as
, superior.
(To be continued Tomorrow