Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-10-20


1t was Il strange, bewildering expe
rience out of which the young MAJ
could not see in any direction fal
enough to give him a hint upon which
to act. n u few minutes Long Hail
jerked him to his feet and said:
GO"
1t was just light enough to see tina,
the order had tomahawk to enforce
1t withal. Long Hair indicated the di
rection and drove Beverley onward as
1 fast as he could.
Try run way, KILL he kept repeat
ing, while with his left hand on the
young mans shoulder he guided hin
i from behind dexterously through the
/. wood for some distance.
/ They had Just emerged from thick
was compar lively dry. Overhead the
stars were shining in great clusters of
silver and gold against a dark, cavern
Gus looking sky. here and there over
run with careering black clouds. Bey-
erley shivered, not SO much with cold
ment which amounted to nervous rigor
Long Hair faced him and leaned to-
ward him until his breathing was au-
dible and his massive features were
dimly outlined. A dragon of the dark
est age could not have been more re-
pulsive.
ugh, friend.'
Beverley started when these words
were followed by sentence in an In
dian dialect somewhat familiar to him,
dialect in which he had tried to talk
with Long Hair during the days
march. The sentence, literally trans
lated, was:
Long Hair is friendly now. Will
white man be friendly"
Beverley heard, but the speech SEEM
ed to come out of yastness and hollow
distance. He could not realize It fairly
where in loneliness, with big, shad-
owy form looming before him. He
heard the chill wind in the thickets
roundabout. and beyond Long Hair
rose wall of giant trees
ugh, not understand" the savage
presently demanded In his broken Eng
lish.
Yes. yes" said Beverley, 81 under
stand
SIS the white man friendly now?'
Long Hair then repeated in his own
tongue with certain insistence of
manner and voice.
Yes. friendly"
Long HAIR fumbled in his pouch and
took out Alice's locket. which he hand |
ed to Beverley. White man love little
girl?" he inquired in a tone that bor-
dered upon tenderness, again speaking
in Indian.
Beverley c'utched the disk as soon as
he saw 1t CLEAN in the starlight
white man going to have little girl
for his squaw. eh:'
Yes, yes" cried Beverley without I
hearing his own voice. He was trying 7
to open the locket, but his hands were
numb and trembling. When at last he
did open 1t he could not see the child +
face within. for now even the starlight
was shut or by scudding black cloud.
Little girl saved Long Hairs life.
Long Hair save white warrior for little
girl"
A dignity which was almost noble ac-
these simple sentences.
Long Hair stood proudly erect like a
colossal statue in the dimness.
The great truth dawned upon Bever-
ey that here was a characteristic act.
lie knew that an Indian rarely failed
o repay a kindness or an injury, stroke
or stroke, when opportunity offered.
wait here little while" Long Hair
aid, and without lingering for reply,
urned away and disappeared in the
vood Beverley was free to run II he y
Wished to, and the thought did surge
cross his mind, but restraining
omething like hand laid upon him !,
vould not let his limbs move. Down
eep in his heart calm voice seemed :