Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-10-13

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ly out of place among the rough, hard
faces that were to be seen in the Swan
Greek country. 1t was not weak face,
however. The forehead was high and
square, the mouth firm, and the eyes
were luminous, of some dark color
violet, If there is such color in eyes
dreamy or sparkling, according to his
mood; eyes for which woman might
find use, but which in q missionary's
head appeared to me one of those ex-
traordinary wastes Of which nature Is
sometimes guilty.
He was gazing far away into space
infinitely beyond the foothills and the
blue line Of the mountains behind them.
He turned to me as I drew near with
eyes alight and face glowing.
1T is glorious!' he almost painted.
"You see this every day!' Then, re-
calling himself, he came eagerly to-
ward me, stretching out his hand.
"You are the schoolmaster, I know.
Do you know, it's great thing! l
wanted to be one, but never could get
the boys on. They always got me tell
ing them tales. l was awfully disap-
pointed. l am trying the next best
thing. You see, 1 won't have to keep
order, but I don't think I can preach
very well. I am going to visit your
school. Have you many scholars? Do
you know, 1 think it's splendid! l
wish l could do it."
I had intended to be somewhat stin
with him, but his evident admiration
of me made me quite forget this lauda-
BILE intention. and as he talked on with
out waiting for an answer his enthusi-
asm, his Difference to my opinion, Ills
charm Of manner, his beautiful face,
his luminous eyes, made him perfectly
irresistible, and before / was aware l
was listening to his plans for working
his mission with eager interest. So
eager was my interest indeed, that be-
fore I was aware found myself ask
ing him to tea with me In my shack.
But he declined, saying:
"I'd like to awfully; but, do you
know, think Latour expects me-"
This consideration Of Latour's feel
ings almost upset me.
"You come with me-" he added, and
I went.
| Latour welcomed us with his grim
old face wreathed in unusual smiles.
The Pilot has been talking to him too.
"I've got it, Latour" he cried out as
he entered. Here you are" And he
broke into the beautiful French Cana
| dian chanson "a la Claire Fontaine,"
to the old half breeds almost fearful
delight.
"Do you know" he went on, Il heard
that first down the Mattawa," and
away he went into story Of an ex-
perience with French Canadian rafts-
men, mixing up his French and Eng
lish in so charming manner that La
tour, who in his younger days long ago
had been a shantyman himself, could
hardly know whether he was standing
on his head or on his heels.
After tea l proposed ride out to see
the sunset from the nearest rising
ground. Latour, with uneXampled
generosity. offered his own cayuse,
Louis.
81 can't ride WELL" protested the
Pilot.
"Ah, dat's good ponce, Louis" urged
Latour. Hes quiet lax wan leetle
mouse; he's ride lak-what you call?
wan horse on de rock" Under
which persuasion the pong was ac-
cepted
That evening l saw the Swan Creek
country with new eyes-through the
luminous eyes Of the Pilot. We rode
up the trail by the side Of the Swan
till we came to the coulee mouth, dark
and full of mystery.
Come on" said, 1--WE must get to
the top for the sunset"
He looked lingeringly into the deep
shadows and asked, "Anything live
down there?"
Coyotes and wolves and ghosts"
"Ghosts? he asked delightedly. "Do
you know, was sure there were, and
I'm quite sure shall see them"
Then we took the Porcupine trail
and climbed for about two miles the
gentle slope to the top Of the first ris-
ing ground. There we stayed and
watched the sun take his nightly