Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-11-13

could see the others. My father an( my sister," she said. Then she pu the light on the table, retired to cor ner and suddenly sank down.
 Squaw Charley, having brought il and emptied the sack and blanket, fet the blaze and crouched at one side O1 the fireplace. Evan and Marylyn wert across from him, intently examining the features and dress of the traveller It was Dallas who, eased yet shaken remembered to be hospitable.
 Come, Charley" she said, rising "we'll put the horse up. No, mo-" as their guest would have accompanied her, we won't need help. The mules are used to Charley now and Simon's pretty ugly to strangers" She started out. "Marylyn," she said from the door, you take Mir. Bonds coat Then, to the evangelist, I'm glad it's you and not-somebody-els A rare smile crossed her face.
 The aged man. divested of his long ulster, advanced and with fatherly tenderness lightly touched her braids
 "I was a stranger and ye took me in,'" he quoted solemnly.
 Dallas fingered a moment, arrested 1 by the picture. Lancaster was lean ing forward from his seat in unaccus toned silence. Marylyn sat beside him, the nubia thrown across her arm Nearer was the Indian, his copper col ored face marvelously softened, and before them all stood the evangelist priestly, patriarchal.
 When Dallas and Squaw Charley were gone the section boss and his younger daughter were for a space | tongue tied through a lack of some. thing to say. Soon, however, David Bond broke the quiet to assure Ian. caster of his gratitude. And there after the two men talked freely.
 "You need not fear any trouble with my horse," the evangelist said as Dal- las was heard bidding Simon keep to his side of the stall. "Shadrach is a gentle beast"
 At the name the section boss cooked his head like an inquiring bird. "M-m, Shadrach." he began in important re- fection. "Y' call v hoss Shadrach. An seem t hev heerd thet name be- fore"
 Marylyn raised to her father quick, warming finger. Its in the Bible, pa," she whispered.
 "Heh?"
 ''It's in the Bible"
 Don V think An know" Evan poked the fire cheerfully. He was fairly started in a conversation. "Thet Shadrach was a prophet, ef An recall 1t jes' right" he said tentatively.
 The evangelist shot him a sorrowful glance.
 "No, pa," whispered Marylyn again. He was put in a furnace. Remember the furnace. paT'
 with tn lions," cried the section boss. Certainly An do."
 'Oh. pa. that isn't the story!"
 Evan strOked his mustache. "Ah'm kinda offen tn trail. honey. ain't Ah?' he said aside Then. to cover his mis- take and fOrestall any embarrassing explanation. he pOked the fire again and resolutely began. "Pahson. how d y come t name you hOss shad- rachY"
 He had been christened Spooks." began the evangelist. as if repeating an oft told tale. because his last own CT mistOok him one night for a ghost I could not bear to call the faithful animal by that name and day after day thought over all the names had ever heard. striving to find one suita- ble. That summer something happen ed that decided for me. SpoOks and I awOke to find ourselves surrounded by q prairie fire. And I. having hitch ed up and then got down into the bot tom of the wagon. my good horse was forced to meet the wall of flame alone. He came out unscOrched- knew at once what his name should be Hence forth I called him Shadrach-"
 The light of returning knovIedge-of blessed total recaII-iIlumined the face Of the listening section boss He gave the fire a glad poke that sent the bum Iac chips to every side. thrust out lie chest rrOzdly and pinned the other with a triumphant ere Wal. how Tbozt Mshzch and AbednegoT be cs- mzEdea-
 David BC7d s-udfed a moment, knit t1g his b-oEs u1tl their hsayy archr