Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-08-26

waste and dryness.
The girls heart
1eaped as she
the red station house
before the window. She Looked Into tn
She hurried forward
through the aisle, and, pulling away from a train
mans profered help, leaped to the platform. There
there meet her Her face reflected her disappoint
ment as her eyes along the line of battered
horses, but there was none bearing his saddeIso
and the saddle cloth with the flowers her own hands
had worked and beaded. Doane had not come to
meet her. She stood silent in the stupor of the
shock, making answer to the who came and
carried her luggage to wagon. In way she knew
it was Wolf Pete old half breed servant. Mechan
ically Beta seated herself in the wagon
Doane had not come to meet herl Yet when she
went away to school the last September, he had
told her he would count the hours until her return
i alf-way to her home she drew herself from her
crouching posture, and, flushed with anger against
him, she tossed her head. She knew her hair was
black and coarse she knew the copper tinted
through her cheeks, that she was half Cheyenne
hut she Senator Fullertons daughter! Pete
had held unbroken silence there was something in
the of his face that touched the girl with wonder
consc ousness, foreboding, OF evil hung over her.
Something wrong.
Pete drove on Tipping file flies from the horses
My father, is he well, Peter" the girl asked.
'Oh, yes he we'll
And my mother, is she well?'
Pete tipped fly, but the whip cut hard against
the horses shoulder, and the team sprang forward
with dash: Beta heard no answer.
my brothers, Pete-Chare?
"And Jm?"
'Oh, Jim, drunk a time"
And my mother?"
Pete looked into her face, showing his long ir-
regular teeth, the fangs that had earned him the
title of Wolf. Beta waited until he spoke.
"Oh her away for her health, Pete said at length.
Her sent off for her health"
us my mother sick"
"Oh no. her well" and he laughed again more
wolfsh1y.
Beta unused some minutes "And who keeps my
fathers house?" she asked with cold interest
"Oh, his widow sister from Cheyenne Humph,
nothing but at Bar ranch w-all
making visits, all big fooshness; everybodes,
everythings, stylish.
Senator Fullerton stood at his library window
watching the guests upon his lawn. Lawn and guests,
he felt pride in both-the fast growing elms, the
spreading naples, and the trembling leafed poplars,
and the guests, the men in their riding trappngs,
the women in their dainty gowns. And Mrs Stevens
through the open window her laugh foated in,
a music that thrilled each and sent the
blood to his brown cheeks.
Il am happy man." he said aloud; but the
last word died his lips. Through the gateway
Wolf Pete drove slowly, trunk behind, and a tall
brown-cheeked girl sitting rigidly in the wagon
Fullerton flung himself beside a table and buried
his face in his hands Once he groaned. He
going back the days when there no group
of ranch houses the plain below the mountain
slope only his solitary cabin 1t had been lonely life
and when the old Cheyenne chief gave Fullerton his
daughter Oupa, she welcomed to the cabin
Twenty years ago that And now when he had
sent Oupa away and trying to forget the past
who was learning French and the piano with the