The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-21
I he lonor
 By Jannss Oliver CulErw00d
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 But the injury was not serious and Tan lost no time in revealing his fears after Maballa had been sent to the fac tors wife. With graphic gesture he told of what had happened. Cummins hobbled to the door to look upon the wallow in the snow and hobbled back Co the table when Jan ran there in excited imitation of the way in which he had found the little Melisse in Ma balla's sling
 ''She ees ceevilizey' finished Jan hot ". ''She ees not papoose. She mus be lak-herr' His great eyes shone, and Cummins felt thickening in his throat as be looked into them and saw what the boy meant. .'Maballa mak papoose out of Melisse. She grow know noting lak papoose, talk lak pa poose''-
 nYes, she must be like her, Jan-just as good and just as sweet and just as beaudful,n interrupted Cummins gen. tIy. r@
 There was a quick intaking of his breath as he hobbled back to his own cot, leaving Jan at play with the baby
 That night. in the dim. sputtering 5idw-of an oil lamp John Cummins and Jan Thoreau solemnly set to work to thrash out the great problem that had suddenly entered into their existence. To these two there was no element of humor In what they were doing. for Into their keeping had been given thing for which God had not schemed them.
 So far as Cummins knew, there was not d wllite woman nearer than Fort Churc bill. 200 miles away. Tn all that region he knew of only two full white men. and they were Williams and him. self. The baby Melisse was hopelessly lost in a, world of savagery honest. loyal. big souled savagery-but savage " for all that and the thought of it brought the shadows of fear and fore boding to the two into whose lives the problem had just come.
 Long into the night they talked seri- otlsIy of the matter, while Melisse slept; and the longer they talked the greater Ioomed the problem before them. Cummins fancied that he al- ready began to see signs of the trans formation in Melisse She was pas sionately fond of the gaudy things Ma balIa gave her, which was sign of savagery. She was charmed by con finement in the papoose sling, which was another sign of i'd and she had not died in the snow wallows, which was stiH another.
 So far back as he could remember. Cummins had never come into finger touch of a white baby. Jan was as blissfu1ly ignorant. So they deter mined upon immediate and strenuous action Maballa would be ceaselessly wate1ied and checKad aE every turn. The Indian children would not be al lowed to come near Melisse. They two John Gummins and Jan Thoreau- would make her like the woman who slept under the sentinel spruce.
 .sShe ees ceevilize,'' said Jan with 6nality; ian we mus keep her ceevil- fze.s'
 Cummins counted back graveIy upon his fingers. The little Melisse was four months and eighteen days old.
 .sTomorrow we will make her one of those things with wheels, like the ba- by4wagonss they have in the south," he said. 'She must not go in the pa poose slings."
 An will teach her ze museek," ]" whispered Jan. his eyes glowing. That ees ceevilize.
 Suddenly an eager light came into Cummins' face. and he went to cali % covered box standing upon end in a corners of the room.
 'sHere are the bookseller books, Tnn.s he said softly, the trembling .hrffI of inspiration in his voice. He irew the books out. one by one, his