Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-02-01

regulation civilty.
tits too meant" said Clara, pout-
ing.
when Helena has such a nice lit
tie property of her own, tOo," added
Julia
And Helena, herself, who was get
ting into the sere and yellow leaf of
maidennood, curled her hair, and an
ointed her cheeks with "rose-bloom"
more vigorously than ever, for Guy
Davenant was a husband we'll worth
the angling for.
.
But you'll ask Agnes Oscawanda to
your picnic party, girls?"
Indeed, we shall not!" Julia Daven-
ant answered, with a toss Of her
naughty head. can Indian girl!
What would people say?"
Then l 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"
mot enough, it seems, to treat a
harmless, pretty girl with ordinary
deancy," said Guy, angrily. "She
passed Agnes yesterday in the road
without even speaking to her"
do you expect us to receive her en-
an equality with ourselves?"
Il do rot 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 testing matter"
did l say it was,rMiss Spitfre? 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 ,much-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.
Il 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 tie stalwart chest of the
fallen hunter, who lag among the vel
low autumn leaves, where Agnes had
found him, bathed in his own blood
There had been some imperfection in
the lock of the new rifie--what or
where no one eyer 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 rude couch
Of the old Indian, and then he strug-
gled 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 a 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 &c the accident that
had happened to her brother. "Of
course Agnes and her scheming old
father expect to make a 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 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 for
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
we'll meaning, I dare say, cannot un-
derstand the refinements an invalid
SO much needs"
Your kindness is quite unneces-
sary," said Guy, coldly. II have every
care and attention here"
"The bold, sly thing!" said Clara,
biting her lip us the three girls walk
ed homeward again. 81 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