The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-04-06

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the blood back upon her heart.
''Viane Rutledge told at school the
other day that you are the best-looking
young man in New Salem"
Antywine expanded with satisfac-
ton. He always carried his. chin up,
so that people called him high
headed.
81 am tall"
Don't you think viane Rutledge is
pretty girl, Antywine?"
Yes
"Shes the prettiest girl that goes to
school, isn't she?"
YES"
Tears sprang into Peggy's eyes; she
winked them back, ashamed of being
grieved.
But Viane Rutledge is not a good
reader" she honestly declared.
"Me, am not good reader, either"
observed Antywine.
"You don't want to put yourself
alongside of Viane Rutledge as poor
reader" spoke Peggy, sharply-"do
you?"
81 don't know" returned Antywine,
with teasing winsomeness specially
his own. He smiled on the landscape
and lifted his chin higher, a look Of
concern replacing the smile.
why you cry, sweetheart?"
My foot's tired said Peggy, drying
her tears.
'.You been trying to walk without
the crutch?"
"a little.'
"Then carry you up to the house."
II don't want you to. If Mahala
Cameron's brother was here he could
help you make a saddle and carry me.
the Clary boys, and they lift me up
on the saddle and run with me when
we play Indian"
He have no business!" exclaimed
Antywine, full of Indignation. "They
will fall and hurt you!"
20, no, they won't. He is nice boy,
and has such red cheeks"
"Me, if l have those red cheeks
strip the skin off my facet" said Anty-
wine, disguised. you like those red
cheeks, eh?"
well, think they are about as
pretty as Viane Rutledge."
"Viane Rutledge," spoke Antywine,
sincerely, "she not have that charm
like you, and those manners"
do you think l am learning man
ners?"
"You have improve every day."
"Antywine, I've got the best apple
| ~,
of it?'
Did those Cameron boy give you
that applet"
mo-
"You have it, then, from that Grove
teller, who is behaved so bad the
master whip him?"
mo. Mahala gave it to me-"
Then will take some bite"
Peggy drew forth the apple and they
ate it together, feeling that their differ
ences were reconciled. 1t was their
parting meal, for food eaten at Sally's
board had no such taste as this.
Shickshack said nothing about Anty-
wines first serious undertaking of
civilized work. The boy until that
time had been nothing but a hunter.
Perhaps the Indian pondered on the
white mans influence. He set himself
to bring in plenty of venison to dry
for winter, and an abundance of buck
| skin to tan. His cabin was as good as
any in New Salem.
Shickshack held land in his reserva-
ton, as all his tribe held it, without
cultivating or improving an acre except
patches of maize and pumpkins. He
could not understand the white mans
greed for real estate when the prairies
were so free to all. The product of his
labor consisted OF peltries. These he
exchanged for the necessaries of simple
living.
Shickshack was not unmlndful of
the change in his adopted child. He
used to watch her silently. When she
brought him the first pair of stockings
made by her hand he sat and smoothed
them across his buckskin knee. They
We're useless to him as a covering, for
he could not enjoy the freedom of his
ankles in anything but hunters neips.
Before the weather grew cold he gave
Peggy roll of heavy dark red linsey
cloth instead of the usual tanned deer
skins. Ann Rutledge helped her cut
and make the dress. He had the salts
faction of seeing her warmly clad, in
short-waisted gown with bag sleeves
and thick cape and hood lined with
dull yellow flannel which Ann had
saved among her stores.
AS autumn days drew close to the
margin of winter. the big boys, relieved
OF labor that they owed to their parents
every working season until they were
q years old, came to Minter Grayham's
school, Though willing to make them
selves useful carrying in logs for the
fireplace, they were full of frolic as
colts. They stirred up the school until
Mipter Grayham in despair made Q