Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-08-21

ne > III.
Lit? Where? What:" said l. look
Ing round for an eagle or some other
flying thing.
"Your BANKED Sky Pilot. and he's
a beauty, a pretty kid-looks too tender
for this climate Better not let him
out on the range" Hi was quite dis
gusted evidently.
whats the matter with him, Hip
'Nhy. he amt no parson. l don't
go much on parsons, but when calls
for one don't want no bantam chick
en-. No, Stree, horse. l don't want
no blankety- blank pink and VIII e
Completed nursery kid foolin' round
my graveyard If you're goin' to
bring along a parson, why, bring him
with his eyeteeth cut and his tail
feathers on"
That Hi was deeply disappointed was
quite clear from the selection OF the
profanity with which he adorned this
lengthy address. 1t was never the ex-
tent of his profanity, but the choice,
that indicated His interest in any sub
jecte
Altogether the outlook for the mis-
sionary was not encouraging. with
the single exception of the hIuirs, who
really counted for little, nobody want
ed him. TO most Of the reckless young
bloods of the Company Of the Noble
Seven his presence was an oifense. TO
others simply nuisance. while the
Old Timer regarded his advent with
something like dismay, and now HIS
impression of his personal appearance
was not cheering.
My first sight of him did not reassure
me. He was very slight. very young,
very innocent, with u face that might
do for an angel. except for the touch OF
humor in it. but which seemed strange
ly out of place among the rough, hard
faces that were to be seen in the Swan
Creek 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
find use. but which in a missionary
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 rs l drew near Will
eyes alight and face glowing.
ut is glorious" he almost painted
"You see this every day. Then, re
| calling himself. he came eagerly to
ward NE, stretching out his hand
.You are the schoolmaster, l know
DO you know, it's a great thing.
wanted to be one but never gould get
the boys on They always got me tell
| ing them tales. | was awfully disap
pointed. | am trying the next bes'
! thing. You see, l won't have to KEEP
order, but | don't think can preach
very Well | am going to visit your
| school. Have you many scholars! DC
YOU know, l think it's splendid!
wish | could do it,
| had intended to be somewhat still
with him, but his evident admiration
| of me made me quite forget this lauda
| bic intention. and as he talked on with
out waiting for an answer his enthusl
assn, his Difference to my opinion, III;
charm of manner, his beautiful face
his luminous eyes, made him perfectly
Irresistible. and before | was aware
- 1, -, fnf
his mission with eager interest. 81
ca ger was my interest. indeed. that be
| fore | was aware l found myseif ask
ing him to tea with me in my snack
But he declined, saying:
I'D like to awfully: but, do yol
know, l think Latour expects me-
This consideration of Latour's feel
ings almost upset me.
you come with me-" he added, anc
\ went.
Latour welcomed us with his grin
I old face wreathed in unusual smiles
The Pilot has been talking to him too
"I'ye got it, Latour" he cried out a:
he entered. Here you are" And he
broke into the beautiful French Cana
4 dian chanson "a IA Claire Fontaine,
4 TO the old half breeds almost tearfu
delight
DO YOU know" he went on, Il heart
that first down the MattaWa, ane
away he went into a story of an eX
pcrience with French Canadian RATS
men, mixing up his French and Eng
! Itch in so charming n manner that La
tour. who in his younger days long ag'
had been shantyman himself, couit
hardly know whether be was standing
ON his head or on his heels.
After tea / proposed ride out to SCI
the sunset from the nearest RISING
ground Latour, with uneSampie'
generosity, offered his own cayuse
Louis.
81 can't ride WELL protested tn
Pilot.
"Ah, dat's good ponce. Louis" urge
Latour. Hes quiet lax wan leetl
, mouse; he's ride lak-,what you call
wan horse on de rock, unde
which persuasion the pony was ae
copied.
That evening 1 saw the Swan Cree
country with new eyes-through tn
, luminous eyes Of the Pilot. We rod
up the trail BY the side Of the sMa