The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-07-15

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 her flesh and tear it cruily.
 She had spent many doletul hours breeding in secret since that terrible day in the eucalyptus grove; she had been in constant dread lest the brand of ignmy, as she now believed the marks on her forehead to be. should be discovered. Sometimes she wished that she had been left in the woods to starve; then all her difficulties would Goe Over They were coming thick and fast now since she had told the new comer the visitor from the reservation in the south, that she would be his wife. How could she have forgotten her white lovers warning? Why did she not remember every moment of the day, the hateful letters? Of course, as soon as the newcomer found out her secret he would hate and loathe her; he would consider her the dust un- der his feet, the lowest and meanest Indian girl that ever lived. She knew lher people too well to think that this | young Indian, whose eyes were always very bhight when they looked into hers. would want her for his wife if he knew why her hair had been drawn down ] over her brow.
 ! Slowly and very sadly she left the ] glass and took her seat by the window. l Sitting in the shadow of a thick hop vine, she began to weave on a basket shaped like a skull cap; her fingers trembled and the long grasses stuck exasperatingly as she listened for her | lovers returning footstep.
 Only little while before he had gone to his camping place to fetch some l crest-feathers of the quail which he had brought with him from the south. | He had asked her to use tenn for the border at the top of the basket. As sh continued l1er work her face grew a l shade paler through it's healthy brown, anu she marred the sharply defined out line of her lips in an effort to control her trembling. Strenuously Eppie tried to quiet her hand that she might go on with the basket; only steady fingers | could weave so close and exact a piece of work as she was trying so hard to finish in time for their fair in the city
 The young girl gave q start when number of fluttering feathers were l lOSSGu lllp LleA ldpt dlAu spANACh lSA eyes bas,afully at the young Indians accusations: Something is the matter with you, Eppie. have in mind that you never like no Indian so well as you like your fathers kind of people,
 The girl flushed angrily, and threw back, with much show of feeling. II never did like those people. Not one, but my teachers of the government school. They are very kind and good to me-"
 The young man, whose robust shoul- ders had been propped against the win dow jamb. now bent forward and pulled the girls hands away from her ! basket.
 She looked up admiringly, thinking, in spite of her pre-occupation, that the tan jacket and purple tie that her lov- CT wore were very becoming.
 You too smart for me" he said in a
 very low voice, trying once more to ex- plain her worried. embarrassed express sion. You go to gover'men school
 many years; I go only six, eight months-'
 T wish I had never seen a govern ment schooW Eppie exclaimed fiercely as she drew her hands away.
 The young man opened his eyes very wide; he gazed at her intently with a look trying the solve harder prob- lem than ne had met with in his brief school days; he whistled softly, then took very long, deep breath. In a little
 while he threw his hat on the sun-yel- | lnUpH ntf fIN 1yt
 away the vexatious trouble in her face
 She smiled faintly, watching him re.
 sume his position against the window
 jamb, and flushed at the way ht
 seemed to be studying her. She felt as : guilty as though he were actually read ing her thoughts.
 After silence, painful to the girl, tn,
 man bent forward once more, and talk ing up the gaudy basket in one hand with the other pushed her hair eve so slightly away from her brow, in
 tending to set the basket on her head il spirit of teasing playfuness. A look of mortified fear came at ono, into Eppie's face. Instantly sh sprank to her feet scattering the grass es and crest-feathers about the room and she hurried confusedly to the doc, she looked back over her shoulder witt a gleam of abashed wistfuIness in he
 dark eyes.
 5 Even after this experience, so stupe flying, so benumbing, the young gIr dound, much to her surprise. that in few days she could half-heartedly talk '. up her daily rounds again. And so on morning found her at the door of tn agency post-off1ce in the clearing. En pie had come ten miles on her stou 7 gray pony that morning, and as sh - stood studying the unfamiliar scrav