The Washington herald., 1906-12-30
CHAPTER XVI.
RN The EIreIichf.

By the Freight.
The special train now entered one of
the most mountainous portions Of Utah,
and. as the strenuous nature of the cam
paign continued. its exigencies permitted
little time for other things Personal
feelings, fears. and hopes had to be bur
led or at least hidden for the time. and.
Harley, Ike all the rest. was absorbed
in work. Nevertheless. his feeling Of con-
fidence, even exhilaration, remained He
believed that he would yet discover a way
He found this part of the campaign
pleasant physically as well as mentally.
The alienation of huge mountain and
fertile valley was grateful TO the eye, and
however severe the days journey might
be, they knew there would be good rest
at the end
II had been nearly week since the
episode Of the dead city, when Hobart
hustled back to Harley and said:
Harley, We shall have the noble red
man TO hear us tonight. We stop just
at the edge of the Indian reservation, and
a lot Of the braves, with their squaws
too, I suppose. will attend. OF course
they viii be duly impressed by Jimmy
Grayson's oratory."
Sylvia Morgan was present when this
news was announced. and Hobart sud
denly stopped short and glanced at her
She had turned pale and then, remem-
bering that old tragedy in her life when
she was a little child. he ascrIbed he1
Indians. But Hobart did not know that
they were approaching the scene of the
memorable massacre.
The train now curved southwark and
entered a fertile valley lying like a bowl
among the high mountains. They saw
here fields that had been golden with
wheat. ripe fruit yet hung from the trees,
and the touch of green was still visible.
although autumn had come BY the rail
way track a clear mountain stream
flowed, sparkling in the thin. pure air. and
there was more than one fUll-grOwn man
in the candidates party who. with memo
ries of his youth before him, longed TO
pull of shoes and socks and wade in il
with bare feet
The sight was most refreshing after so
much mountain and arid exDanse, and the
tired travellers frightened up visibly.
"One of the States has the motto,
Here we rest'-Tve forgotten which it is
but It ought TO be Utah" said Hobart.
and now's the time"
He was not disappointed. They came
before noon TO Belleville. the metropolis
Of the valley, the place where the can
didate was going 10 speak. one Of the
prettiest little towns that ever built its
nest in the Rocky Mountains They were
al enthusiastic over il, with its trim
houses. its well-paved streets. the clear
water flowing beside the curbs, and its
air Of completion. The people. too. had
all the Western courage and energy.
without its roughness and undue ex-
preston. and so the candidate and his
party luxuriated.
You wouldn't think that this gem OF
a town was harried more by Indians in its
infancy than perhaps any other place in
/ the West, would your" said Hobart "a
I Harley
Hobart what a nuisance YOU arer' re-
piled Harley; you are always proving
around in search of useless facts. Now
l don't want 70 hear anything about
bloodshed and massacre, when BeIIeville
/ is the picture Of neatnesS and comfort
that Il Is to-day. Look at that little
1 opera house over there You coaldn't
[ find anything handsomer in a city Of fifty
I thousand in the East"
Harley" said Hobart, with emphasis
/ I wouldn't have your lack Of curiosity
/ for anything in the world" and he wan
dered away in disgust to pour his ancient
/ history into the ears Of a more willing
/ listener.
| At twilight they ate an admirable din
ner, and then Harley, Hobart, who had
] i ~
and two or three others, after their Gus
| TOM filled in the interval between supper
/ and the speeches with a stroll through
4 the village. Mr.. Plummer going along as
a sort Of mentor. The keeper Of the hote
! informed them that many of the Indians
! already We're in town and We're "tankine
1 up Harley found this to be true, and
/ the red men failed to arouse in hin
! either respect or admiration. If they had
/ ever had any nobility of the wilderness, fl
was gone now. and they seemed TO hin
| a sOdden, depressed, and repellent race
/ A half-dOzen or so, in various stages ot
/ drunkenness. through whisky surrepti
| tiOusly obtained, increased the feeling oil
aversion.
In the dusk they stumbled over a fgur,
1 lying squarely across the path, and Har
/ ley drew back with a word of disgust
An old Indian, dilapidated and in the las
stages Of intOxicatiOn. was stretched ou
/ on his face. local resident named
/ Walker, who had Joined them. laughed
THAT" said he, lis a chief, a grea
man, or at least he was once. It's ole
! Flying Cloud-poetical name, though h
doesn't look poetical now by a long shot
Here, get out OF this; you're blocking VI
/ the rOad"'
With true Western directness he ad
ministered a kick to the PROSTATE form
but the old chief, buried in a solder
/ dream, only stirred and muttered; thel
the resident opened up a battery of kicks
/ and presently the Indian rose to his fee
and skunk off, muttering, in the darkness
..They'e no good at all" said Walker
only a lot Of sots, whenever they &c
the chance"
But Harley was thinking Of the con
trast between what he had just seen an,
/ what he had imagined might be the free
dom and nobility of the wilderness.
It was a beautiful autumn night, an,
the candidate spoke in the open. in tn
/ village square, with the mountains tina
/ circled about him as his background
sylvia Morgan was not among the listen
/ ers. Usually she enjoyed these speeche
in the evening. with the crowds, the en-
/ thusiasm, and the encircling darkness