The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1907-12-11


part of the car. A man, hitherto sit
ting quietly by the side of an alert
wiry little fellow who sat next the
aisle, had attempted to bolt the car
by springing over the empty seat in
front of him and making dash for
the door. 1t was daring, but in vain.
His companion, as agile as he, had
seized him and forced him again into
his place before the rest of the pas
sengers fully understood that the at
tempt had really been made.
is he crazy? Are they taking him
to Yanllton?" asked Louise, the pretty
color all gone from her face. Did he
think to jump OFF the train?"
That's John Yellow Wolf, a young
half-breed. He's wanted up in the
Hills for le-rustling-United States
court case. That's johnson with him,
ueputy United States marshal"
Poor fellow" said Louise. pityingly
Don't waste your sympathy on such
as he. They are degenerates-man
of these half-breeds. They will swear
to anything. They inherit all the
evils of the two races. Good never
mixes Yellow Wolf would swear him
self into everlasting torment for pint
OF Whlskey. You see my cause of
complaint? But never think, Miss
Dale, that these poor chaps of half.
breeds, who are hardly responsible,
are the only ones who are willing to
swear to damnable lies" There was
tang of bitterness in his voice Per
jury, Miss Dale, perjury through fear
OF bribery or self-interest, God knows
what, it is there l must break, | sup
| pose, until the day of judgment, I'M
less-I run away"
Louise. through all the working of
his smart and sting, felt the quiet re-
serve strength of this man beside her,
and, with quick rush of longing to
do her part, her woman's part of COM
forting and healing, she put her hand.
small. ungloved, on his rough coat
| sleeve.
is that what you meant while
ago? But you don't mean it, do you?
/ 1t is bitter and you do not mean it.
| III, H.,
Gordon please" she said, impulsively.
Smothering wild impulse to keep
the hand where it had lain such a
brief, palpitating while, Gordon re-
NAMED silent. God only knows what
human longing he crushed down, what
intense discouragement, what sick de-
sire to lay down his thankless task
| To
world to be away from the crying
need he yet could not still Then he
answered simply, Il did not mean it,
| Miss Dale
And then there did not seem to be
anything to say between them for a
long while. The half-breed had set
tied down with stolid Indifference.
People had resumed their newspapers
and magazines and day dreams after
the tleeting excitement. 1t was very
warm. Louise tried to create little
breeze by f1icking her somewhat be-
grimed handkerchief in front of her
J face. Gordon took a newspaper from
his pocket, folded it and famed her
gently. He was not used to the little
SfaceS OF HE, perhaps, but he did this
we'll. An honest man and kindly
never goes far wrong in any direction.
You must not think, Miss Dale he
said, seriously, that it is all bad up
here am only selfish. have been
harping on my own little corner of
wickedness all the while 1t is a good
land. 1t will be better before long"
''When?' asked Louise.
When we convict Jesse Black and
when our Indian neighbors get over
their mania for divorce" he answered,
laughing softly
Louise laughed merrily. and so the
journey ended as it had begun with a
laugh and a jest
In the judges runabout, Louise held
out her hand.
! I'm almost homesick," she cried,
smiling.