The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1905-04-21
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Agnes, The Indian Girl.

"An Indian girl, real Indian grill
exclaimed Helena Dick son, with a lit.
tie scream. "Dear me! l never ex.
pected to see anything like this ever
in the Far West"
1t was spacious, roomy kitchen
furnished with an odd intermingling
Of luxury, privation and makeshift. Al
one end large fire of walnut and pine
logs roared up the great, cavernous
chimney; at the other, two or three
girls sat round a table; while Ralpt
Davenant, the farmer, lay fast asleeE
on the chintz cushion lounge, lulle6
by the continuous rushing sound O
the great western river that bounded
one extremity of his domains
Guy Davenant sat near the girls
tall, splendidly nodded young Apollo
Of the forest, with shady, hazel eyes
and hair curling in black, silky rings
all over his head. He looked up quick
ly as Miss Dickson spoke.
"Agnes Oscawanda?" he exclaimed
"You say she's in the outer kitchen
Why don't the women tell her to come
i. p
"Guy!' reproved bis sister. "Ar
Indian interpreters daugbte,!'
"Helena ought to see her." urgec
Guy. "She is as beautiful as stat.
ue."
But she is old O>cawanda's S daugh
ter, and she lives down by the falls. >
"What then. She is as intelligent
and cultivated as nine out of ten o.
the girls around here. Call her in,
say, or I'll go out there myself"
Julia Davenant rose with curl tc
her lip, and opening the kitchen door
beckoned haughtily to a tall, slight
figure standing by the fire beyond.
"Come in, Agnes cheerily called
out Guy, as if determined to atone fol
his sisters evident lack of courtesy
and Agnes Oscawanda entered, NOV
ing with the slow, willowy grace of a
bending reed.
She was dark, but not darker than
many brunette OF unblemished Sax
on lineage, with velvety soft eyes
raven black hair, looped in heavy
braids at the back of her head, and a
delicate, oval face, with features
straight and pure as the outlines of a
Greek model. Her dress was Of some
dark worsted stuff, with scarlet
shawl folded across her shoulders, and
a silken scarf was twisted about hel
hair. She hung her head with evident
embarrassment at Helena Dickson's
bold stare.
II only came to bring Mr.. Dave
nant the baskets he ordered of my
father" she said, in low voice.
"But sit down and rest a few min.
utes," said Guy. "You have walked
long distance"
Agnes Oscawanda hestated. Had
Guy Davcnant's sisters confirmed the
request, she would have gladly rested
little. But Julia and Clara
sewed on, without looking up, and
Helena's supercilious glance called
the red blood to her dark cheek.
"No, she said, quietly. IL must
co.
"Then | will walk part of the way
with you,' said Guy, jumping up fol
his hat.
IL don't think Agnes has accustom
ed herself to an escers through the
woods,' said Julia, rudely.
"Indeed am not afraid" said the
interpreter's daughter.
"Afraid! 1t i~n't question o
ear" sad Guy. Its 4 lovely star
light night aid l would like tht
walk"
The three girls eyed each other a:
the door closed behind the Indian cir
and her companion.
"Very polite to rush of and leave
Helena in that sort of way, the frs
q: Ii of her visit here,' said Clara.
"Or, don't care,' said Helena, gig
| Cling. "A mere matter Of taste, In