The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-03-09

A FURIOUS WOMAN WIIACKED
. THE WRITING OBJECT WITH A
CRUTCII AS HARD AS SHE COULD
PLANT THE BLOWS.
ledge, seeking on Peggy's head and
back the welts left by the crutch,
noticed the inquiry in his eye and
answered it.
She is not Sally ShickshaclS's child,
or Shickshacll's, either. They have
been in New Salem only 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 wifes 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.
bag. His gun he rested against the
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, Shickshack, 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-
lieved the tension of his face. She sat
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 Shickshack had compro-
missed with the white mans dress by
subtituting roundabout for a
hunting-shirt. This was buttoned
around the breech-cloth girding
his waist, but stood open, show
ing his sinewy red neck at the top.
He had also let his hair grow and it
made 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 spunk as boy"
approved Dick. Il like to see little
girl able to hush up crying"
But am not little girl" said
Peggy. 81 am Is years old"
Fifteen, Peggy! You can't be Is!
thought you were about TO-"
THAT'S because am SO little for nv
age. And my name isn't really
Peggy"
"They called you Peggy"
That's because have peg leg. My
own name is Consuelo Lorimer. And
have another that the Sacs called
me-
Every body who went to Minter Gray
hams school-house, knew that her
pame 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 long while ago, any 1ela-
ton Of yours2" -