Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-06-15

%Ml R. N4L5QX.
Copyright. 1906. by Nv. r. Hearst.l

Marvin castle six und1ed yards from
the railway station. In a settlement
OF eight by ten shacks Captain Mar
wins massive structure reared it's clas-
Sic outline in striking contrast.
II is made of huge blocks of stone,
red and white, built from abou ten
feet below the ground and rising to a
lofty height. The o~verhanging portico.
supported by immense pillars, the old
fashioned gables and long. narrow
Window remind one of the palaces of
medieval days.
There it stands. with the picturesque
background made by Snake mountain.
rising abruptly in the backyard and
winding it's inuous way to Sugarloaf.
There it stands and will endure for
ages, like a to the builder,
but L must not anticipate my story.
1t was dusk at the Campania, as
Doc Mason called his tavern which he
had just opened half way up the steep
ing with rude accommodations. But
nature had done everything for the
place. A few steps away was Spirit
Spring. potent to cure all human ills,
n the Fountain of Eternal Youth.
Old settlers could remember the time
when the Indians made frequent pill
grimages to these waters. in which the
Great Spirit manifested his powers in
a thousand miraculous ways.
Standing on the balcony one could
look far out across the valley, with the
blue columns of smoke lazily rising
from the hamlet Of Hartford. which
nestled among the trees below: down
the rocky sides to the level prairie and
away off to the circle OF hills on the
horizon.
In the early twilight which shed it's
soft glow as the sun fell behind the
western ridge. a new arrival attracted
the attention of a group Of newcomers
chatting on the balcony. A small.
1.-THE. u colored pony cantered into
the clearing. and a young girl grace
Iully ieaped from her seat on his bare
back. Slipping the bride from the
animals head h paused a moment
to answer the caress of the intelligent
creature as 1t fingered af~fectionately
near it's mistress.
The horsewoman was clad in a dress
of dark material. while over her
shoulders she wore a red shawl which
set off in a half barbarous manner the
flowing black hair, jet shining black
eyes and rather delicate face bronzed
by the winds. A little cap jauntily set.
on the we'll shaped head and the trim,
supple figure of rather slender proper
tons completed the g~eneralities Of a
very pleasing picture.
Its Mona Marvin replied one of
inc guests to her companion. Every
body in these parts knows Mona, an
I reckon h has her share of fellers,
though she is right strange and nobody
understands her 'ceptin' Dick Blake.
They all say he knows her pretty well.'
'She's a beauty. anyway. There are
lots OF girls in Memphis who would
give worlds to have those beautiful
eyes and rich complexion" and Stella
Mcfarland, an up-to-date seminary
girl. looked admiringly after the young
woman as she entered the house.
DID you ever see an Arkansas break
down? No? Well, you may have WITT
nn0Cnd f!na ur,.nv1 ho111H TO- a. .-.S-A
of the most splendid scenic effect of
the theater, the wondrous twirling Of
the premiere d~anseuse, or the gyrat;ons
OF Persian beauties in the famous
dance du ventre, but a unique treat
awaits you in the typical dance of the
southern moon glimmering through the
pine trees n the dingy lanterns
swung beneath their overhanging
boughs.
This n of my story is a regular
Friday night occasion. the much talked
of event of the week. A large, rugh
boarded platform with a circumference
OF benches of the same material. Is the
scene of festivity. A smell of newness
comes from the boards and mingles
with the heavy odors Of the magnolia
and The sprays Of blossoms on many a
creeping vine. On one side, in the
shadow of the trees. is the wheezy old
organ. played by the unrivaled Andy
Blake.
BY his side. with one black ear bent
low to catch in the midst of the noisy
din the answering notes Of his fiddle,
tuning up" with a serious air Of re-
sponsibiltty. sits another ebony, who
plays amazingly until a. little after
midnight, when he accumulated eff
fects of frequent imbibitions tell on
him Will disastrous results, perhaps
right in the midst OF a reel. Micky
with his mouth organ is the other
membe of the orchestra.
A sudden calm settles over the noisy
scene as the angular gent" with a
red bandana about his neck mounts
a box and casts a look of inquiry at
Andy. Let her 60" says hat in
dividual with a majestic wave of his
hand. and the fun begins. Such keen
Interpretation Of he balance all,'
swing on de cawnah.'' do ce do" you
never met with elsewhere.
Mona is not dancing. She sits list
lessly in the shadow, betraying not the
slightest interest in the gay scene be-
fore her. Nobody disturbed her as she
sits alone. They are all having too
good a time. Dick Is enjoying himself.
With a face all smiles, he wears a tri-
umphant look as he constitutes himself
a guardian for Stella. Mcfarland. The
little girl is simply fascinating in a
hundred different ways that quite be-
wilder he tall, handsome fellow. Miss
Stella is thinking how she will sit up
with the girls. with cotton stuffed in
the keyholes and doc cracks at the
beading school and tell what a lark
she had in the mountains with the tall,
handsome mountaineer, the hero Of a
hundred bear fights. Dick was
So