The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-03-01

infantile, the soft-chceked little thing.
| She rolled his cigarettes and Lit them from
hundreds OF them. 1t might have been
Afterward when he went back to count
| the stumps, something had become OF
them. though the dusty office had not been
swept. He had only the burnt stump OF
the last one abe had kissed and given 10
| Poor, sober, German-hearted Shultz.
She was wrapped In great striped shawl
pale red and dull moss-green. II was
barbarous, bizarre. but when she put II on
it was herself. the coral OF her lips, and the
stood up. shivering prettily.
-I'm cole!' she fretted. Les throw
up the job!-
1t was impossible to resist her.
'Slng 70 me- he pleaded You said
She looked at him oddly. He did not
know that she sang as she danced. with q
perfectness acquired at the high-class
boarding school. He only knew that her
voice was soft and slurring, and sweeter
to him than any music he had ever heard.
-You mayn't like my songs. An you
won't understan'. You know I'm Indian,
doan you? My gran'mother, she was =
Princess, oh, miles an miles away.
great chief came an saw her. He carried
her away
She pulled a feather from the duster
in the corner and stuck 1t In her ha =, ~
nodded and swayed and beckoned. linen,
without word Of warning. she sank DOWN
at his feet.
oulsl EXC cnda toochee'
Otto hopee! Ma ma morei
Her childs face was tilted wistfuliy
and the feather cast a shadow across , neI
brow. Her little hands beat together IKE
the fall Of rain or dead leaves, ana her
BODY swayed before his dizzied sight.
How the song was TO linger in his heart
after 1t all was over? How he WAS TO near
it's little notes of longing In the pine trees
after that. -Cooda katimaf Ma ma morel
Her little languid hands, so pale agalnst
the heavy back ground OF her shawl The
sweet drone Of her voice over the MINOR
melody, so full Of longing, 40 fuii OF mys.
terry! She might have been singing ..
passion and yearning. of love coming az
last, with moccasined feet. teading upon
pine needles
Ma ma more, Ma ns morei
She was such a little, heaped-up, SAD,
eyed thing at his feet there, 10 easily hiteo
up and comforted! So easily folded to one
breast, with both ones erms'
mamie r.! Mamie RI
He was kneeling before an empty place.
she was gone. And outside he caugh'
the echo OF a little hooking laugh.
ShuItz bought the mine. The assay was
remarkably good. and he didn't even ooha
it. The deal was consummateu ~ ',
Ave thousand or so and strolled down me
a rect toward the station ana ShuIt1
mounted his mule and set out Tor forkeo
Tail. ,,,k.d
up bis ears An apParation iGO.pSu IN dusk
il looked like a bundle OF gay:oolored pu W
dirty rags. On nearer vision 1t proved 10
-Who-o-o you-u?' she challenged him IN
the familiar high, sing song treble.
I'm Shultz. he answered abstrac'eoiy
-I,et me 60 by. .,,.
The old creature clutched at his bride
rein and pcered up into his face.
you know Mamie X? You know him.
Il bought the Mamie r." he said. i'm
patiently, Here's quarter. Now let
me by"
She clu,ched the quarter, peered at MN
again and broke into a fl Of weird ana
!oh. no, no, no. no. Oh, no. no. hol
Mamie r heap smart gran'girl! Mamie N
Yes he agreed. Mamie r heap sold
to me And if you promise not to use II Ior
whissey, III give you nickel more NO"
She let him go by. But down the hill
the sound Of her uncanny merriment ioi-
:Sannie r heap smart gran'sirl' Mamie
r heap sold youl'
The Forked Tail hotel seemed quiet,
empty, somehow. Romero met MN ana
looked CAD 70 see h IN ,orss nue "'e
His room was ready. but Shultz fingered
about. Finally he asked for Mamie
The little man broke down.
Haven't you heard YETI She's gone
elope,d.' -.
with Tevis-gone to Mexico, ! suppose.
lie has a gold mine there. Though why
they should e!opc ! can make out, l
ne yer made no row, though i did say that
his mine herr wasn't nut h never thought
il would bring the figure it did. Going
n your room now? Your mail is on the
table.
His mail was on the table. and hrl' an
the letters was a package addressed II,
neat vertical script, and postmarked
| Denver Inside was a handsome meer-
| schaum pipe, the twin OF his old companion
| in domestic reveries. And tucked shylv
| in the case with IL was a message which
would mean a white tie some day at high
noon for 3 Iulty, instead OF the rolling
collar OF 4 tiannel shirt. The Denver scho'
| ma am had sent them both.
Shultz filed the r'pe slowly WITH me weed
| The smoke c,lrlcd up in tranquil clouds
| and lowered abou, his head. look of
| bliesful contentmeut came upon his lace.
Shultz. the pipe-smoker. had returned
| to his Lost estate.
The pipe burned low and the smoker
| opened his vest From the inner pocket
! above his heart. he took the small burnt
! stump Of a cigarette. Carefully uncuriine
| the paper he sifted the contents INTO his
| hand and studied II intently.
| Adhering 10 the weed were certain tiny
| spec,s Of yellow, that glniered as the lamp
| lipht struck them. He recalled famoi,
| ca-e ~ mine sailing that he had heard
| about. and his mind went hack 20 that
evening over the bucking- hoard.
The fumes Of those cigarettes had
mounted TO his brain. but tbeir ashe. had
! fallen into his ssnplt-- And u was costly
| tobacco tha, Mamie X had uS''d
! he gazad a. the dust a'teniively for
/ o tune. and then, siill smiling little. h'
! pinchcd u UP aud put u .uper-,lt iou-l y
/ into hir piIs' Add with q hook 81 plou'
| ds-ir. he resumed his smoking, pifinp
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