The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1904-01-16

Ouc Is uOL Daily Ou1ChSudCk 8 CHIC,
or Shickshack's, either. They have
been in New Salem only a little while.
He is a Sac Indian and likes to live
among white men. His white wife you
saw. She has a stepson, l think, a
Canadian boy. There are four in the
family. Shickshack and his wife have
no children OF their own, though people
say she was married twice before. He
is a good Indian"
The good Indian that moment ap-
peared at the door with his wife's step
son behind him. That he had almost
come upon his wife in the act of using,
the crutch was evident, for he carried
the crutch in his hand, and had not
yet unslung from his back full game,
wall within the door.
Come in, everybody" cried young
Green. "All New Salem is on frolic
tonight. Sally has just been here en-
joying herself, Shicllshack, and we
expected you and Antywine would fol-
low"
, The Indian with dignity stepped
upon the puncheons, and as soon as he
saw Peggy a look of satisfaction re-
lieyed the tension of his face. She sa:
still within Ann Rutledge's arm, but
gave the men of her family an
affectionate glance. Antywine, who
had probably been christened Antoine.
and was known to bear the name of
La Chance, kept shyly in the back
ground, lifting himself with a graceful
spring to sit by the wise on the cooper's
high workbench. But Shickshack
strobe forward to sit in full council, as
became his age and character, Minter
, Grayham hastily giving him the key.
The blaze showed his moccasins
roughened by much tramping, and his
/ leggins fringed down the outside
seams. But Shiclshack had compro-
missed with the white mans dress by
subtituting a roundabout for a
| hunting-shirt. This was buttoned
around the breech-cloth girding
i his waist, but stood open, show
ing his sinewy red neck at the top.
He had also let his hair grow and it
made a black thatch upon his head.
Dick Yates gave Shickshack the
grave salutation which he knew an
Indian loved. The Sac fastened his
eyes on Dick as the chief man at the
fire, and the one for whom perhaps it
had been kindled. Though his face
did not betray it. he was pleased also
to hear the young pale face talking to
Peggy under the chatter OF other
voices.
"You have as much spunll as boy -
approved Dick. Il like to see little
girl able to hush up crying"
But l am not little girl" said
Peggy. II am Is years old"
Fifteen, Peggy! You can't be Is!
thought you were about TO-"
That's because l am so little for my
age. And my name isn't really
Peggy"
"They called you Peggy"
"That's because have a peg leg. My
own name is Consuelo Lorimer. And
1 have another that the Sacs called
me-"
Everybody who went to Minter Gray
hams school-house, knew that hel
name was set down as Consuelo Lori
mer on his book. 1t meant nothing in
New Salem, but Yates heard it with
quick interest.
"Was old Don Luis Lorimer, who
used to be Spanish governor down
the river a long while ago, any rela.
ton of yours?"
Shickshack on his key uttered sc
strong a grunt that all the Others
stopped talking and listened.
'"The young chief knows a heap
said Shickshack.
II only know there was such gov
ernor, on old Spanish ground--par
French himself, but his wife was pure
Spanish. I've been to Cape Girardeau
But don't know whether he has any
living descendants or not
"Last grandchild," said Shiclshack
indicating Peggy. Her eyes moved ap
prehensively from white lad to Indian
"Then you're Spaniard?" sait
Dick
"I'm not Spaniard!" denied Peg
gy, facing down the accusation vehe
mently "I'm white!"
! "Spaniards are white"
|! "Im like white folks in New Salem,
J insisted Peggy, repudiating the vagu
foreign faint. She saw the young Rut
lodges and Mahala Cameron AM
Martha Bell Clary looking at her sus
!: piciously. Spanish governors cut n
figure in the imagination of New Sa
lemites.
81 suppose you are of mixed bloo'
and really ought to be called Creole,
pursued Dick, interested in the case.
"That's a kind Of pullet." whis
pered Martha Bell to Mahala.
'1'm not of mixed blood!" cried Peg
gy, unable to bear any more.
!! "Why, everybody here is of nike
blood!" asserted Dick, and that was
comfort. 1t gave her the chance t
look back at her antagonists.
, "Have you never told her that sh
was Spanish?" Dick inquired of Shick
shack.
The silent Indian shook his heaG
His impressive face glowed in the fire
light. Young Yates seemed to hav
cast a spell on him. From the con
tents of his heavy game-bag, which
: had unslung as he entered and left be
. side his gun, to the secrets of hi
past, he was ready to lay everythin
he owned at the young chiefs feet.
"How did the Sac brave come t
, adopt the Spanish child?" inquire
Dick.