Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1908-02-29

where all was peaceful. Rhythmic
harmonious.
Night came. The stars shone out
The three lay down upon the mHtI
on the floor Of the house and slept.
Days passed. The old life did not
reclaim Jane. After a few days she
went down into the town and got
roll Of manila wrapping paper. With
Goals from the fire she began to draw
pictures Of CuadRloupe and her man.
First abe did so only TO please the
old people, but gradually the artists
longing for self expression came back,
only saner and truer. Then she sent
for oil colors. Jane was astonished
to find how her grasp of medium had
grown, and how with each day she
came nearer to achieving complete
success. AT last she began to paint
her picture, an old Indian woman well
coming her man home at the close OF
day.
Day after day old Guadaloupe and
her man Juan watched the picture.
Day by day 1t grew in beauty and
power To the two Indians 1t be-
came sacred thing.
"There is good In the world so long
as two people can love like that, ="
thought Jane, as she watched the
gentle kindness of her two wrlnkled
parents.
At last the picture was finished.
Jane put it away for a time. Then,
one day, she uncovered it to see what
she had wrought. A long time she
gazed on the picture. 20, Love, she
cried. 20, dear Love.
When Guadalupe came In she
found Jane in tears. The old woman
put her arms about the young girl
and let her cry her heart out on her
breast.
A few weeks later Juan brought a
letter for Jane. 1t was from her
picture dealer, Jane read it and put
it away. She had won. The years OF
longing for this hour now seemed
trivial compared to the big things Of
life which the desert had taught her.
Next evening, as the three sat watch
ing the stars come out, Jane told Juan
that she had sold the picture for so
much money that if she gave him a
peso each day he would have to live
as many lives as all the men in the
section gang put together before she
could get rid of the money. Then she
told him that he and the mother
should have anything they wanted
so long as they both lived.
"WilI you always stay with us?"
asked Juan.
Yes" said Jane, "and shall take
care of Guadalupe as If she were my
own mother"
A strange light of satisfaction
came into the old Apache's eyes.
Would you give me hundrsa
pesos?" he asked.
without q word Jane united her
leather purse and handed him the
money. The old Indian took the gold
pieces and put them into his tobacco
pouch.
Next mornings when Jane arose,
Juan was gone. 1t was the first time
he had left the house before break
fast. A few hours afterward the sta
ton agent and one of the white sec
ton hands rode up. They were both
armed. Where is your MANI" they
asked Guadalupe, threateningly.
Il don't know" said the old woman
with a shrug.
What is the matter?" asked Jane.
"The section boss has been muir
dered," said the station agent. He
was found dead on the track with a
bullet through his heart. We knew
right away that an Indian had done
it, because he had been scalped. We
know who done it, too, because this
here Indian only this morning bought
a rifle and cartridges from one OF the
Mexican section hands. And now he
has run away on the boss horse"
Juan Joined his tribe. A troop of
soldiers was sent to get him. In the
Indian war that followed, the leader
of the renegade band that escaped
into Mexico was Juan, the former
pacifico. He, too, had followed the
call OF the inner voice.-San Fran
cisco Argonaut.