The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-03-30
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SPANISH PEGGY |
A STORY OF YOUNG ILLINOIS
BY Mary Aartwell cathcrwood
Copyright. 1883. b, Herbert s. Stone Co.
CHAPTER III.-CoNr1NUED

CHAPTER III.-CONTINUED.
mo. Antywine, will not take it
from you"
keep it" he insisted. 81 feel better
when am out hunting if you have that
around your neck. She bring evil into
the house. She is worse than Chase
Galerie."
What is the Chase Galerie?"
"Have you never heard of the Chase
Galerie that fly across the sky at
night?"
How could hear about such things
In the Sac village or at Belleville?"
Antywine proceeded at once to tell
the story of the wild huntsman and
his dogs. and their chase above the
clouds. This led on to feux toilets, or
balls Of fire. into which bad spirits
turned themselves to lure sinners into
Quagmires. Then loup-garous, or man
wolves made darkness fame with their
eyes. to Peggys Imagination.
"Are your feet or hands cold?" Anty-
vine inquired once in while. Peggy
answered "No," forgetting she had
hands and feet, her large, excited gaze
fixed on the wonder-world of folk
story. His voice abounded in sympa-
thetic tones. 1t was full and golden,
reaching into distance or sinking to
monotones as he half told and half
sung his peoples legends.
So hour after hour passed; rain con-
.inued to pour down the shingles and
-isit them in gusts of spray through
the broken chimney.
1t was delicious experience to re-
member a lifetime. But as Peggys
responses became few, Antywine
stretched out his legs and made a
siilow of his lap with corner of the
blanket, to which her drowsy head
came readily down. He watched and
she slept until darkness faded to the
pallor of dawn.
The noise of horses feet in the heavy
Dad, for which he had waited so long
could at last be heard approaching. HI
withdrew carefully from the head Of
the sleeper, and went out to intercept
the riders.
They were splashed with mud ant
faded, moving side by side, their tired
more than once the men of New Salem
had come back from chasing horse
thieves, less ready, perhaps, to give
the details Of the exploit than were
Shickshack and his companion. Botl
drew rein when they saw Antywine
and he told them directly where Peggy
was
Shicllshack asked where he found
her. He pointed to the road beyond
the cabin, and in his brief Canadian.
English repeated what had happened.
Your squaw boy doesn't put W
many fizzlegigs and fireworks, but he
seems to be worth two men," observed
Lincoln.
His lank hair dipped moisture. He
was haggard with hard riding.
You catch the man," inquired
Antywine
NO." Shickshack answered in dis.
gust.
''You know him?"
mo. Me not care now"
HE winked out" said Lincoln
I'VE lost him this side of Beardstown
a AC C1OoCSI view VIC udu WdS Wu0I
we nearly ran him down back here
We intended to raise a party and hunt
I reckon you better bring the little cir
nav. SO we can get home to break
fast"
Shickshack's red face revealed Itself
through growing daylight polished like
copper. He gave strong grunt of sat
lsfaction when Antywine set Peggy
behind him on the horse. The Cana
dian boy mounted lightly to seat be-
hind Lincoln, and as they rode toward
New Salem q clear whiteness like the
promise Of fair weather appeared in
the east. Water hung beaded on the
stems of trees, but great commotion
of robins came out of the woods.
1t was the general opinion in the vii
lage that Don Pedro Lorimer had
done It," Why he should put him
self to the inconvenience of trying to
carry off such poor little thing many
llllIhi....4.hey could not understand
visited at the
Who sat