Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-08-09
THE SQUAW MAN
A NOVEL ~ 9ULiE OPP FAvERsHAM.
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tear at him with its possibilities Home,
en-? I love old England as only an exile
can--"
He forgot the west. with its disappoin.-
when memories Of the past would not be
stilled. He came over to Petrie, and in
burst of almost boyish confidence poured
out his tnmost feelings. II love the Eng
lish ways of doing things"-laughingly he
looked at Petrie. and added-"even when
they're wrong. The little ceremonies-the
respectful servants-the hundred little Gus
toms that pad your comfort and nurse your
self-respect- Home. chr The word was
like a minor chord that he wished to dwell
upon. 80 lovingly did he repeat it. Home.
even prepared to like the fogs."
Amazed at the change in the man be-
fore him. Petrie sat spellbound as Jim
jumped to his feet.
back? I'll ride week at a time top Of
the buses. up and down the Strand. Picca-
dilly Circus. Regent street, Oxford street.
And the crowds:" Before his excited eyes
came the rush. the very smell Of the smoky
city with its outpouring Of humanity.
How I love the crowds-the endless
crowds! And Petrie. I'll go every night to
the music halls; and what's left of the
into my own at lastt
Carried away with the enthusiasm that
was inspiring Jim. Petrie entered into the
dead-lons live the king!"
Into my own at last! And I'm still
young enough to enjoy life-life-life"
Into Jim's slender figure. with its arms
outstretched to the past, which was to be
his future. there leaped the fire of i'm
mortal youth. 1t was his moment Of su-
preme exaltation.
came glad cry of Daddy! daddy!" as
Hal. attracted by the loud voice of JIM
peered from behind the door. Then the
child darted across to his father. who still
stood with his arms outstretched to his
dream. and clasped his knees. Frightened
at the strangers presence, Hal quickly
buried his face against his fathers body:
The ecstasy faded from Jim's eyes as the
cry OF the child brought him back from his
dreams to the affairs Of earth. Slowly and
with infinite tenderness his eyes rested on
the bent head Of the child. The twilight.
which is short in the Green river country.
had slipped away and the angry sun disap-
peared behind the mountains. Petrie no
ticed the chill in the air that comes at
evening on the plains
The cry Of the child revealed q new
phase Of the situation. Silently he watched
Jim. whose glance went toward the stable
He saw tho figure Of beautiful Indian
girl emerge, carrying a pail Of milk. He
saw the shudder that passed over Jim as
Nat-u-ritch. unconscious that she was the
central figure In a tragic moment. moved
slowly before them to the cabin opposite.
Her master was busy with the white man,
so her eyes were lowered: she did not
even call to the child to follow her. Jim's
glance never left her until the door had
closed. Then his eyes rested again tender
ly on the little head which nestled against
him and sigh broke from his lips. He
stopped and drew the little hand in his as
he turned the child toward Malcolm Petrie.
The words OF his glad dream seemed still
filling the air as Jim said: "Petrie you're
come too late. That's what would have
happened; It can never happen now"
Gently he urged the child forward as he
said: Hal. shake hands with Mr. Petrie.
This is my son. Petrie"
(To be Continued Tomorrow