The Marshall republican., 1906-06-08

ana. as the SKY lilot SAID.
- willfui and wicked. Even
- Bronco Bill and III Kendal
would say so. without. OF course. ubat
ing one jot OF their admiration for her.
For fourteen years she had lived
chiefly with wild things. The cattle
on the range. wild MS deer. the coyotes.
the Jack rabbits and the timber wolves
were her mates and her instructors.
From these she learned her wild ways.
The rolling prairie OF the foothlll coun'
try was her home. She loved II and
all things That moved upon II with
passionate love. the only kind she was
capable Of. And all uninc long she
spent her days riding up ana down
The range alone or with her father or
with Joe or. best OF nil. with the Duke.
her hero and her friend. so shc grew
mp strong. wholesome and self reliant.
fearing nothing olive and ns untamed
as u yearling r. age colt.
She was not beautiful. The winds
and sun had left her no complexion TO
speak OF. but the glory Of her red hair,
gold red. with purple sheen. nothing
could tarnish. Her eyes. too, deep
blue with rims OF gray. that flashed
with the CLINT OF steel or shone with
melting light ns OF the stars. accord.
ing TO her mood-thosc Irish, warm.
deep eyes OF hers were worth a mans
looking nj.
or course. all spoiled her. ponEn and
her son Joe grovel,d In nbJec,es, adora'
ton. while her father and NIL who
came within touch OF her simply did
Ter Will. Even the Duke. who loved
her better than anything else. yielded
lazy. ndmlring homage 20 his Little
Princess. and certainly. when she stood
straight M. with her proud little gold
crowned hend thrown back. flashing
forth wrath or issuing impcrlous CON-
mands, she looked n princess. all OF
her.
II was n great day and n good dry
for her when she fsiled the Sky Pilot
out OF the Swan and brought him home.
and the night OF Gwen's first
prayers" when she heard for the first
time the story OF the Man OF Nazareth.
was the best OF nll her nights up TO
that time. All through the winter,
under the Pilots guidance. she. with
her father. the Old Timer. listening
near. went owe md over that story 30
old now TO many. but ever becoming
new, TIL n whole new world OF mysteri-
GUS powers and presenccs lay open to
her Imagination and became the home
OF great realities. She was rich In
Imagination and. when the Pilot read
Eunynn's immortal poem. her mothers
old "Pilgrim's Progress" she moved
and lived beside the hero Of that TILE.
backing him up In his fights and con.
sumed with anxiety over his many I'M
pending perils. I'LL she had him safely
across the river nnd delivered Into the
charge of the shining ones.
The Pilot himself, too. was n new
and wholesome experience. lie was
the first thing she had yet encountered
that refused submission nnd the first
human being that had failed to fall
down and worship. There was some
thing in him that would not always
yield, and, indeed. her pride and her
imperious tempers he met with surprise
and sometimes with a pity that yergcd
toward contempt. With this SHE was
not well pleased and not i%nfreauently
she broke forth upon him. One OF
these outbursts Is stamped upon my
mind, not only because of Its unusual
violence, but chiefly because OF the
events which followed. The original
cause OF her rage was some trihlnl
misdeedN OF the unfortunate Joe; bul
u,h.n aauta .rnnu the Scene IL wus