The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-12-03
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By ELEANOR GATES.
Author of The Biography o a Prairie Girl (
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By ELEANOR GATES,
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Author of The Biography of Prairie Girl


he threw his thumb back over his
shoulder toward the east-"how bout
over there? What news v got?'
Squaw Charley followed the direc-
ton of the pointing.
You amt come a minnit too soon"
declared Babe "Only just day or
two left Of your six months, an
they The two moved toward the
shanty. whispering together.
David Bond called TO the brothers
appealingly. May I put up hereE" he
asked. Have you a vacant building
that I may share with Shadrach? l
have hay and food of my own"
Nick Matthews came back. He had
a putty colored face upon which his
blond eyebrows failed to show, but he
summoned a look that was as near to
a scowl as possible. Look a-here,
gran'pa." he said, ID you think I'm
goin' I let you sponge often my frien's?
Not by long shot Hain't | come all
the way firm Dodge City t. keep tn
redskins firm takin' your scalp? What
more d y wantT He gave a laugh
in which there was no humor, disclos-
ing small teeth, ranged close and like
the first set Of a childs.
David Bond did not quail. You
have accepted my hospitality for u
month";" he said. 81 ask nothing that
is not justly mine"
Matthews snapped his fingers de-
risively I'VE can't have you here t
snoQp an spy" he declared. Cit"
AS he turned TO enter the shanty he
came face to face with the Indian
What's this?" Then. noting the
squaw skirt, "Gran'pa, who's your la
dy frienY
Hate flashed across the pariah's face
like forked lightning on q dark sky.
lone of Sitting Bulls warriors" an
swered David Bond, "and a good
man"
"Uncapapa, ell? said Matthews II
savvy their lingo" He plucked at
Squaw Charley's dress. Our warrior
wears fine garments. he jeered, speak
ing in the Indian tongue Then, with
another laugh, he followed his brother
into the shanty and banged the door
David Bond took his horses bride.
1--WE must find hospitality elsewhere,
Shadrach," he said resignedly And
he headed the pung up the river. AS
he got back into the wagon box he
looked round for Squaw Charley.
The pariah was standing close to the
shanty. his head held forward, as if
he were watching to spring, his hands
opening and clinching angrily.
Charles pleaded the old man re-
proachfully. Remember good to
them that wish you evil and love them
that hate"
The Indian dropped his arm meekly
and shuffled over to the pung. But
when David Bond again drew him on
to the seat his lips moved silently and
until the cut was reached and Shad-
rach pulled them out upon the prairie
once more he continued to glover back
at the line of saloons.
1t will be a terrible night" the 9TH
er said as they came to 4 standstill be-
side the cottonwoods. 1T is getting
late suppose l must try to cross
the river"
The pariah was recalled from his
backward glances. Rising he extend
ed an arm to direct David Rond's at
tention. And the old man, rising also.
made out the squat shack of the Ian
casters. almost hidden from sight by
drifts With fervent prayer of
/ thanksgiving he touched up Shadrach
and steered him toward it. pausing
only long enough for the Indian TO
load the chip sack and the filled blan-
/ ket on top Of the wheels and hay.
If this lonely house will give me
shelter and welcome vowed David
Bond urging his horse en-. 1T will ind
me grateful"
Squaw Charley made no answering
sign. Bundled again in the soft quilt
he sat in the wagon box brooding-for
i he had OWNED, with the instinct OF
+ the savage. that If the shack on the
rise before them would End faithful
friend in him who sat beneath the
wavering cross, it was threatened by
i the presence of dangerous foa-the
man just come to the shanty saloon
4 by the river.