The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1905-01-20
But your ask Agnes oscawanda to

| But you'll ask Agnes Oscawanda to
your picnic party. girls?"
Indeed, We shall mott" Julia Daven-
ant answered, with a toss of her
naughty head. IAN Indian girl!
What would people say?"
| Then | shant come to it," said
Guy, Independently
| Julia burst into tears.
| Guy, you are too hateful for any
thing! And Helena thinks SO much
of the picnic"
| Not enough, ii seems, to treat a
harmless, pretty girl with ordinary
deency,' said Guy, angrily. She
passed Agnes yesterday in the road
without even speaking TO her"
DO you expect as to receive her on
an equality with ourselves?"
Il do not know why you should
not" was the brusque reply.
Il believe Agnes Oscawanda has
! bewitched you with some of her
| fathers outlandish Indian charms, !"
| flashed out Julia.
Perhaps she has, said Guy, laugh
ing. Her fathers or her own
| Guy, it is no jesting matter"
! did say it was,rMiss Spitfire? Do
leave me in peace little while now"
"But Helena wants you to go with
her to gather flowers and autumn
| leaves"
Il shall do nothing of the sort,
said Guy; and he adhered resolutely
to his resolution.
The day of the ,mueh-anticipated
| picnic came; but Guy, instead of
escorting Miss Dickson down to the
slope of velvet grass, shaded by SUI
perb forest trees, which had been Sc
| lected as the site of the merry max
|. ing, took his gun and started off into
| the woods.
81 won't be deafened by the cackle
of these girls" quoth he to himself.
Dead! oh, father, he is not dead?"
| Old Oscawanda, the swart-browed
| Indian interpreter, listened with his
ear against the stalwart chest of the
| fallen hunter, who lag among the yell
low autumn leaves, where Agnes had
| found him, bathed in his own blood.
| There had been some imperfection in
the lock of the new rifle-what or
where no one ever knew, but it was
| blown to pieces, and Guy Davenant
lay like dead man beside it.
They carried him to the little cabin
beside the rushing falls of the Metar-
casa, and laid him on the r1de couch
of the old Indian, and then he strug-
gied his way back again to life.
Who bound up these wounds?" he
asked, with slight shudder, as he
| glanced downward at bandages and
wrappings, and began to comprehend
the full extent of the peril from which
he had so miraculousiy escaped.
Il did," Agnes Oscawanda answer
| ed
"You!" His eyes rested admiringly
on her calm, beautiful face. There
isn't one woman in thousand who
would have had such pluck as that.
I should like to have Helena Dickson
see blood without fainting away, and
as for Clara and Julia-pooh!"
Just their maneuvering!" said
Julia, when she had sobbed and
shrieked away her first terror at the
frightful news CO the accident that
had happened to her brother. 'Of
course Agnes and her scheming old
father expect to make profitable
speculation out Of it. Why couldn't
they just as well have brought you
homer"
"They might have done So" said
Guy, calmly. but a corpse would have
been all that was borne across the
threshold. Oscawanda and his daugh-
ter have saved my life, and l shall
never cease to be grateful to them fer
/ what they nave done"
But" lisped Helena, 'mayn't We
come down and nurse you, dear Mr..
Guy? l am sure it would be pleas
ure. and these good people, although
well meaning, | dare say, cannot I'M
derstand the refinements an invalid
so much needs
"Your kindness is quite unneces-
sary," said Guy coldly. 81 have every
care and attention here"
THE bold, sly thing." said Clara,
biting her lip as the three girls walk
ed homeward again. Il saw her eyes
flash triumph when he spoke
Helena Dickson, however, resolved
not to give up the battle at this early
stage of affairs. She determined to
prolong her visit into the winter
months.
Perhaps Guy will, go home with
me, when he recovefs sufficiently.
she thought; land in that case can
easily bring him to the mark"
For Helena mad unbounded conf
dence in her own charms and powers
Of persuasion.
1t was a bright, frosty afternoon in
late November when Guy Davenant
walked up to the door of the farm
house, leaning on ohe Indian girls
arm. Julia rose to welcome him
home.
Il win help him into the house
| now coldlv staring the beautiful