Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-04-07

truth Yet I've got idee that believe another in
stalment of that slow death would make blossom like
the rose 49,
He sat with closed eyes, stroking his similar like
mustache, while the bartender renewed his glass. :,
"You pretty well acquainted with Shasta Deehaye?"
he asked judicially.
were very good friends answered Farson crisply.
"No more n friends?" Piper opened his watery eyes
suggestively.
Isn't that enough!
"Depends someat your definition of friend
However, here's my dream. Redeye always holes up
in the Stewpan. Like sapsucks nest its got only one
entrance, where handy could hold up an army
Now the Injuns used to make trip, spring and fall
into Dead Mans git ints fer arrerheads bury their
high-cockalorums, and hold what we'd call a revival in
these days From what l kin make out-and I've
played poker with many an Injun buck from dark to
dawn-they held their chief powwow in the Stewpan
But they went by trail that white man has
discovered You ketch my drift
"Now, old Plated Hair, Shastys grandmother,
knows that trail, dollars to doughnuts And I'd make
bet that Shasty knows it herself; fer her and
Plated Hair used to trapse over this hull country.
Shastys got ist enough Injn blood in her, you
know, to take int rest in SIGH tomfoolery.'
81 know" observed Farson, thinking OF the girls
UNIQUE collection of Indian relics, her instinct for
directions, and almost mystic power over wild ami
mails.
us that trail She may not know it, and she may not
be able pump the secret out of old Plat And she
may not want to; fer think that she's mite prouder
pure friends good friends word to the wlse!
and Piper with a cracked laugh made eloquent ges
ture with his and scrutinized the bottom OF his
empty glass.
SHASTA was not at her bungalow though scattered
~ books and magazines on the veranda gave evidence
of her presence; but riding to what called
the meadows, and pausng behind fringe of willows,
Farson saw her stretched the grass A few yards
from her. with up-prcked and tense from excite
ment, was a fawn which ventured nearer, then
timdly retreated but last with Outstretched neck
and gistenng eyes, Tipped something from her motion
less fingers This accomplished she rose, and Farson
rode up to her.
When he broke the news of the kidnapping, she
quick with her sympathy; but when he preached
Sheriff Pipers suggestion she fell into troubled silence.
At last she said
"The Indian who betrays that sacred trail is fated
ever to tramp the Happy Hunting Grounds without
finding game
you don't believe thato' he exclaimed in amaze.
@No-not in the sense that grandmother does: just
perhaps you don't believe in the creation of the world
in six days, as people do"
"Would you let a savages superstition stand between
you and act of succor? he demanded almost harShy
mo, forty thousand dollars, if were multi
mllionaires son. she flung back sharply.
He flushed deeply. II beg your forgiveness What
had in mind in refusing to pay the that it
cowardly thing to do that owed it to society
to bring these scoundrels if possible, to justice.
ooh, know, know!" she exclaimed ruefuly. "Ispoke
like a child. Forgive me! l was thinking only of this,
i have been all the trail: only about two
thirds. Grandmother will have to give me directions
for the rest of the way" She laughed @And
fear her conception of social duty will radically differ
from But let go her.
"Perhaps I'd better stay"
"No, must tell her the truth"
old Plated Hair, scorning shelter of wood and
~ plaster, lived in a sod hut backed up against
knoll Sitting her heels, with snakeskn et about
her hair and string of elk teeth round her eathery
neck she watched a steaming kettle that hung from
tripod Her multitudnously scanned face was marked
with the gravity of her Through her long assoca
ton with whites beginning with a white husband at