Evening star., 1903-08-13

came as agent, were they ever seen apart,
and now, in these days of exile and alarm.
they were not divided. Under spreading
cedar. close to the opening. tiny fire
glowed in crevice of the rocks. sending
forth no betraying smoke. About it were
some rude utensils. a pot or two, skillet.
an earthen ola. big enough to hold per-
haps three gallons. two bowls of woven
grass. close plated, almost. as the famous
fiber Of Panama. In one of these was
heaped a store Of pinons. In the other a
handful or two Of wild plums. Sign Of
civilization. except a battered tin teapot.
there was none. yet presently was there
heard a sound that told Of Anglo Saxon
presence-the soft voice Of a girl in low
toned. sweet-worded sons-song 80 mur-
murous 1t might have been inaudible save
in the intense stiffness Of that almost
breathless evening-song SO low that the
Indian girl. intent In her watch at the
all. 1t was Lola who heard and turned I'M
patiently. black frown in her swapping
eyes. and 1.-the young Indian lad. hitherto
unseen. dropped noiselessly from a perch
somewhere above them and, filing a
gourd at the ola. bent and disappeared in
the narrow crevice back of the curtain Of
frs. The low song ceased gradually soft
ly. as a mother ceases her grooming lullaby,
lest the very lack of the love notes stir the
browsing baby brain to sudden waking.
With the last words barely whispered the
low voice died away. The Indian lad came
forth into the hight again. empty-handed;
PiuCkou At Loaa 1oWn. pointed 10 Natzlo,
for the moment forgotten. now urgently
beckoning. Bending low. they ran to her.
She was pointing across the deep gorge that
opened way to the southwark. Something
far down toward its yawning mouth had
! caught her eager eye, and grasping the
arm OF the cavelike space beyond. There,
on hard couch of rock. skin and blanket
lay fevered form In rough scouting Dress
There. with pinched cheeks. and eyes that
heavily opened. duh and suffused, lay the
soldier officer who had ridden forth to res
cue and to save, himself now a crippled
and helpless captive. Beside him. wrinS-
Ing out a wet handkerchief and spreading
1t on the burning forehead, knelt ANGELA
The girls who faced each other for the flrst
time at the pool-the daughter of tina
Scotch-Ameriean captain.the daughter Of
the Apache Mohave chief-were again
brought into strange companionship over the
unconscious form Of the soldier Blakely
Resentful of the sudden glare that caus-
ed her patient to shrink and toss complain-
1ngly, Angela glanced up almost in rebuke
put was stiiied by the look and attitude Of
tne young savage. He stood with forefnger
on his closed lips bending excitedly toward
her. He was cautioning her to make no
sound. even while his very coming brought
disturbance to her first thought-her few
cred patient. Then. seeing both rebuke and
question In her big. troubled eyes the
young Indian removed his finger and spoke
two words: "Patchie come" and, rising.
she followed him out to the fat In front.
Natzie at the moment was still crouching
close to the edge. gazing intently over. one
little brown hand nervously graspinG the
branch of stunted cedar. the other as
nervously clutching the mirror So utterly
absorbed was she that the hiss of warning
or perhaps of hatred. with which Lola
greeted the sudden coming Of Angela, SEEM
ed TO fall unnoted on her ears. Lola, her
black eyes snapping and her lips COM