Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-12-06
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paniment to the cider gurgling from
the jug. I'm afraid the Spanish cav
lier Is not in your good books" she
said
II amt sayin' nothin' agin i'm; he
mought be all right. and, then again. he
moughtn't."
And Lavender. who could extract
nothing more to the point, returned to
the company.
When the cider was poured, Mrs.
Creighton said: "Let us drink to the
kind friend who sent us this" |
The Spaniard paused in the act of
raising his glass. a curve of interroga-
ton in his handsome brows.
Lavender's cheek glowed with an
added color, not altogether a reflection
Of the freight.
Her mother continued: ut was
brought the other day by Mr.. Wins
lows trusty Indian guide. You re-
member Owatoga, perhaps? He who
was with us on the boat? 1t seems
that he prefers to remain with Mr..
Winslow-ever at his beck and call"
Gonzaga merely touched his lips to
the glass, then asked, coolly: Wins
low? All, yes; where is the gentle
man? He seems to have disappeared"
To the sighting tone, Mrs. Creighton
replied, warmly:
Il am sorry to say II Is long since
we saw him, but we had a message
from him saying he is detained a pris.
oner at st. Louis, on parole. Informa-
ton, through whom he does not know,
was given the authorities Of his con-
nection with the Burr expedition. 1t
seems that affair is, for some reason I
cannot understand, regarded by the
government in the light Of a conspir-
acy. trouble is brewing for the lead
ers, and until that is settled, our friend
is held in st. Louis"
Here Gonzaga inquired: "You say
he has written-when, may I ask?"
"Owatoga delivered the noteNon his
first trip here"
The Spaniard paused with the cup
at his lips: ''The Indian? He was the
bearer of a note, did you say?"
Eyes, a few lines written on the day
Of Mr.. Winslow's arrest"
Lavender, put in with a little tenn
per: 1T is a disgrace to our country
that honest men can't go forth to find
a home without MISREPRESENTATION
insult"
But the Spaniard hardly needed; he
was thinking of what they had just
told him-that the note had been given
that he had been outwitted. Holding
the cup Of cider untasted, he reit-
Grated: "And you say that the Indian
delivered the note on the first visit?"
AS Lavender nodded assent, a CLEAN
Of baf1ed anger lit the dusky eyes.
Only for a moment; lifting the cup, he
slowly drained it, then said, with an
indolent smile: ION behalf of my own
country, I am quite interested in Col.
Burr's project. There seems a prom.
ised advantage to Spain in the affair.
but I can readily see how the gentle
men in Office at Washington might OBJ
ject."
Lavender flushed at this. and went
abruptly into the kitchen, leaving the
elders to champion a cause in which
sha would not trust herself to speak.
! A few moments later she returned
/ and, to make amends for her rudeness
, said: America is not sure that she
closed the door of the shed. If Senol
Gonzaga will allow us, we will 80 tina,
far with him. Perhaps we will meet
! Gerald, too; he ought to be coming
home now"
The Spaniard was delighted at thu
! prospect, and said so, adding an effu
> sive goodnight, and begging that hi
t might come again.
Outside in the moonlight the fores
lay half asleep. Grasses waved laz
. lily, the frogs kept up their drows!
monotone, and birds twittered in tn,
branches. At the waters edge, wher'
the boat rocked with the lulling waves
they paused and gazed down the river
There was no sign of life on its broat
bosom; in the air was a scent Of she'll
and water grasses; the sky was clea.
and starry.
LET us row down and meet you
t brother" suggested the visitor, an,
9 Lavender, waving a mischievous fare
. well to America. Jumped into tn
skiff.
$ we won't row far" she called back
r "Wait for us"
s "In a panic, the old negress rushe,
to the waters edge. "Whar 20 tw
gwine dis time O. night"
Seeing her distress, Lavender n
pented. LET us go back" she CON
manded. But he had Lavender alone
with the fast growing path OF waite
between them and interruption, an
Gonzaga was the last man to foreg
this first opportunity.
n "Why do you not want to go with m,
Miss Creighton" he demanded, wit
uncivil abruptness.
Lavender ignored any deep meanin
n in the words, and there was no en-
10 barrassment, only wide-eyed surpris
q in her reply: II don't mind, L assur
10 you, but 1t is late, and mother will b
IT uneasy. America, too, see, she
d fidgety as a hen whose fledglings hav
e. taken to the pond" She laughed, ant
% hanging one arm over the boats edg'
let the water trickle through the pin
g dam Of her fingers.
ot "You don't mind being with me
Is High praise, indeed" and Gonzag
shrugged his shoulders, and raised hi
Il brows sarcastically. Then, droppin
the oars, and bending toward hei
e. Nov, listen to me-" he said, II, 0
o. the other hand, declare that 1t is my so
]f delight to be with you. 1t has bee