The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-22
Our Daily $bort Story

thud, only pausing for brief intervals during the visit of wassamon and the conversation between Mrs. Tarbox and Polly. Now 1t ceased altogether. There, l guess that corn's pounded
 enough, mother said a clear voice,
 and pretty. bright-faced girl of six teen or seventeen stepped out into
 the glow of the fireplace. Now I'll go and cure that Intun
 baby"
 Sally Tarboxr
 Yes, Sally Tarbox. that's me-" said
 the girl composedly. T. went with Polly when she dosed the papooses, and know almost as much as she: and anyway. Injun babies generally
 have colds or measles, and l know what to do for them. Now, mother,
 persuasively, don't you be fretted.
 Father would do the same if he were
 here. and so would George Tiff he were alive" The girls voice faltered a little. l and a mistiness came In her brave eyes.
 | Mrs. Tarbox was about to protest again. when a look from Polly stopped her.
 Sally Is right, mother. We musn't | think of personal danger at a time
 like this. would go myself if I
 couid' put cah |. I1oWeNef' oaiiy
 knows the way perfectly. She's pret-
 ty young. but don't believe there'll
 be much danger" | But as she saw her sister leave
 the cabin, and heard her footsteps
 move away In the direction taken by Wassamon. a short time before. she
 concealed her face behind the spin
 ming wheel so her mother might not
 see the fear 1t really expressed. l Five minutes passed. then there
 came the clear. shrill hoot of an owl.
 thrice repeated.
 l That's her signal" cried Polly, her
 voice wavering between laughter and | sobs. She's crossing the brook and
 just entering the woods. That means
 she's all right. and brave girl she l is, too."
 Five minutes later came another t"to'hoot," sounding very faint and far
 away. After that there was silence.
 save for the occasional howl of a
 wolf. or the wild. fearful scream of a
 marauding panther. All night long they waited, listen ing and trembling. hoping and fear ing; and only when the light of a
 new day began to creep through the
 oil-paper window did they hear re- turning footsteps. Both of them were at the door when Sally entered. wet,
 tired, and with hands and face scratched by the briers or the swamps she had passed through-and then both stepped back. invoiuntarily. with blanched, questioning faces. for behind
 Sally was a tall, strong looking fig ure. but with face emaciated from long confinement, man risen from the dead.
 George Benton" calculated Mrs. Tarbox.
 "Yes. George Denton." the ean an- swered in a weak voice. Sally res cued me Tell them about it. Sally" But Sally mad gone directly to a basin of water and begun to scrub and rinse out her mouth. She now kept on vigorously at ner work, with out answering, and only when she seemed to be satisfied that her mouth was clean did she leave the basin and
 drop wearily into her fathers high backed. roomy armchair. Its all right. mother" she said happily; the papoose was doubled up and wheezing. but I dosed and cod
 dled him till he got better. and then told his mother what to do. I didn't
 come away till he was out of dan ger"
 Did you see wassamong asked Polly.
 Sally made a wry face. Didn't I, though" she said lugu- briously. He stopped me when I
 was coming away. and made me squat