Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1904-10-28
CHAPTER v.
RingWold and SankaIa.

day, my child?"
Just fine, except that Hazel Seadog
was more rude than ever. My father,
] am kind to Hazel. / do not antago-
nize her Intentionally, and yet she
seems to dispise me. She faunts the
fact in my face that her father owns
many fishtraps and has cannery and
that they are rich, while my father ia
q common fisherman, is old and poor
and lives In o cabin, and they live in a
big house with glass windows, and have
piano.
Father, don't care for this. J
am happy with you. don't envy
Hazel, and why should she dispise me
above all others?"
"My child, there ia an intuition
sometimes that tells us more than we
know. There is often guilty con-
science that is handed down to posterity
and while the posterity knows not
what 1t is, 1t feels 1t keenly. In the
case between you and Hazel her intu-
ition tells her that something is wrong;
that your existence is dangerous to her
welfare and yet she does not know
why. If you knew the facts, child,
you would understand, you would un-
derstandy'
"Tell me, father. Why does Hazel
feel this way toward me-
IT will not tell you all now, but /
can tell you much. have a long
time contemplated telling you about
yourself, but you are yct young-too
young to grasp the meaning OF the
things OF q wicked world.
"But you are old enough now to
know who you are, who ! am and what
the future may be to you.
why, father, know who / am.
1 am Sankala, you are Father Ring
void and my future shall be devoted
TO my dear father. You know yon are
getting too old to pull the boat, father,
and they say ii does not look so well
for girls to mingie with the fishermen,
but shall help you at the oars and
nets until have completed my educa-
tion and then will teach school or
keep books or do something that girls
should be respected for doing and take
care Of my dear old father
There was a long pause. The griz-
xled old man sat In one corner of the
cabin gazing into an open fireplace fed
by pieces Of dritfwood CT various eizes
and length. These had been gathered
from the beach BY the girl upon her
arrival from school.
As the child busted herself with the
dishes and light housekeeping the old
man sat deeply absorbed. He was
thinking Of the past. An inky dark
ness prevailed outside. A stiff wind
hurled sheets Of mist upon the roof
which fell from the caves in heavy
Z drops.
Az the wind arose and whistled
around the corners Of the cabin the
old man startled 40 If awakened
from terrible experiences Of the past.
1t WASH small structure nesting in
the tall timbers near he beach, scant-
lily furnished. A few cooking utensils
ON the open fireplace were used for pre-
pairing the meals. A large bed and q
small couch furnished the sleeping
quarters In the same room. Though
the place was much crowded, every
thingSwas kept as neat ae pin.
The man wasHnearing his four score
and ten. The girl was a few days
past fifteen. She bore refined air in
spite Of her surroundings. Her cloth
Ing wss of the cheapest kind, yet it
was clean. Her garments were not
made In the latest style. still they were
neat. Her hands and feet were small
though the former showed the marks
of toll. Her eyes were older than
those of most girls of fifteen, but they
were no less beautiful. They looked
deep into things with an intelligence
and innocence that commanded re-
spect.
eyes. Sankala, told you I would
tell you some but not all: TheGeadogs
do not like us. They do not know
why, but there Is an intuition that
tells them we are dangerous to their
welfare. Those letters you have
brought me from the postofHce ali
these years are bringing to q consum-
nation the plans which have so long
occupied my time. II has been q
long and tedious duty but 1t shall be
performed ere the last spark shall leave
me.
s'Sankala, you have been told the
story Of the shipwreck by the old
women time and again. Ihave seldom
epelxen Of 1t. It lie . link in the story
Of your life that is Of the greatest inn
portance to you.
am the only person living that
knows you. ! am the only person
living that knows the facts which shall
some day make you tree from poverty.
Which shall enable you to live the life
that you deserve-will enable you to
complete your education and to out
SHINE Hazel Seadoe and all Of the Sea-