The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1905-11-23
PART /.

lltue DoTOIHy MHyHelu SAT
in the door Of her home
SSo playing with her doll.
Beyond the child through
the open door could be seen the mother
at her spinning wheel, humming n
hymn that was as soothing as lullaby.
II must have a drink" suddenly said
the little one, as II the sensation of
thirst had just made itself manifest.
snow, Dorothy, you will have to stay
right here till come back; l won't be
gone long, and you must be real good"
With this she set her doll on the step,
with her back against the jamb, in
order that she might maintain genteel
position during her owns absence, and
away the young mistress ran down the
winding path to the spring, only a
few rods off at the rear of the house,
Dorothy ran every step of the way.
because she couldn't help 1t, and, paus-
ing in front Of the crystalline spring
OF Icy GOODNESS, she took n brown gourd
from Its resting place on projecting
ledge of stone, and. STOPPING down,
dipped 1t into the water. Then she
held 1t to her lips, while it's dripping
GOODNESS molstened the corners of her
mouth and the tip of her pug nose.
Two or three swallows were sufficient,
and, with sigh of enjoy ment, she laid
down the vessel aud was about to
whirl round and dash back to the
house, when she was abruptly checked
by the appearance OF an Indian war
rior, who came from among the under
growth, walking as silently as
shadow.
He Wa w medium height, rather
good looking for one Of his race, his
long black hair hanging loosely about
his shoulders, while two or three gaud-
lily stained eagle feathers projected from
the crown. His countenance was not
disfgured by the hideous paint which
his people use when they go upon the
warpath. He wore the simple huting
shirt, leggngs and beaded moccaslns
common among the New England In
dams two centuries ago. The buck
horn handle of knife thrust into his
girdle at the waist showed and he
grasped the barrel of long, old-fash-
Toned fiintlock rifle, whose stock rested
what do you want" fearlessly
asked Dorothy Mayfeld, after the blue
eyes mad looked FOR moment straight
into the black orbs of the redskn.
Drink water" replied the Indian In
fairly good English.
Once more, snatching up the gourd, |
the girl dipped It into the spring and |
held the dripping vessel toward her |
dusky guest. The immobile face never
changed as he reached out the free
hand, took the gourd and held it to his
lips.
Inat he was thirsty was quickly |
shown, for he steadily drank, gradually
raising the vessel and throwing his
head back, while the astonished Dor
othy watched the Adams APPLE in
his throat as 1t bobbed up and down,
until not a teaspoonful of water was
left In the gourd.
"Ob, myw she exclaimed. II guess
you haven't had n drink since YOU
We're little boy; you don't want any
more, do you?"
mo-" replied the Indian, with n
shake of his head as he returned the
gourd, sat down on the ground and
drew the back of his hand across his
moist lips.
Dear me! Haven't you got any
handkerchief" asked the little one.
turning up her nose in disgust The
indian was somewhat mystified over
the name of the article, but all became
GEAR when the little miss whipped out
piece of spotless linen from the
pocket Of her dress, and, stepping for.
ward. carefully wiped away the mois-
lure that remained. Then she noticed
several beads of Precipitation on the
Indians forehead-for the day was sui
try, and he had Travelled far-and she
soothingly removed them.
There" she remarked retreatlnC
step and viewing her work with salts.
FACTION, NOW you look like somebody"
1t is not often that member of the
Indian race betrays the emotion of
mirth; but as this one looked at the
little miss and understood her words
his mouth moved until his even white
teeth shone between coppery lips.
whats your nameT" he asked.
"Dorothy-thats the name of my
doll, too" i
Live dere" continued the warrior.
pointing finger toward the log dwell {
ing, which showed among the leafy
limbs OF the trees. c
"of course | do. Where do you liver
He turned half round, as he sat on I
the ground, and pointed behind him. I
"oh dere, good way. Little girl can't l
walk" 4
Eyes, can, il wanted to, but don't
want to. Have you got any little girl
like meg"
Again the dark face was lit by n
smile and the head nodded without :
speaking.
Won't you bring her to see me some
inner
G1Mphhe wae tho uoucorpr,itt,, -