Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1913-11-13
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Michigan looked at him craftily; he
knew Johns mood OF murder, and AL
bert. the fool, was tempting 1t. IT'S
s9Slin." muttered the patriarch:
this way. It's time the fodder was in"
We'll. WE'LL" said the peddler. with
his cracked gaity, there's work for
knute and Peter after school this
week"
The wife glanced up. Would they
never get of this topic Of the school,
Ing. John put his heavy hand across
the table
"There'n be no more schooling"
al. joint" the wife walled, will
you ruin us all with YOU pride?
Ihere'u be an honest way for all yeti
The peddler fidgeted with the but
ton OF some church league on his
lapel. Down in his crouching soul
some faith fickered which gave him q
martyrs comfort against Johns as
celtic win. The Lord will provide"
he sniffied-"the Lord be by We, john
He was facing the winter In his scan
ty summer suit, but he could give
cheerfully his two dollars to the FAM
lily of 1t vast Lords work"
lords providing, and not mans.
again with his turbulence. He had
changed in the night from a stolid, ya
a~ll-caring father to an inward-burn'
ing fanatic, a hunted outlaw Of spirit
they could not voice the fright h
gave them. When he looked at hi
sons they could not eat SC fearful wer
they Of this new father, this man q
jail. HIS glance went about tn,
silent faces. Where's Aureli? TIL
girls not here" he went IN.
She's plannin' her new Dress" til
mother quavered. with some womai
IN town. She'd have 1t new now, L,
h lay 1t away for the party at higl
school. John, man, she'd be the pref
TEST Of them all with the new dresA
Michigan here, he tried to save tn,
money. didn't We. uncle?"
Michigan laughed softly: his hair
face lit up. The scared lads let dow
from their strain. Aurelie! She couli
brighten even the meagerness Of thu
quarry shanty, then.
She's too much attention now
growled John. "She's got some French
trick Of making every loafer at the
billiard corner look at her. She's bet.
ter away from gowns and parties
over every month to talk to her. ri
not have fishes too much in tn;
towns eye for q decent girl"
BE STILL" Knute blurted out Of thu
sob In his throat. she's coming"
The eyes OF all followed to the door
Even John did not raise his black hu.
NOR now h was here. She was ii
the door listening with a trihe of self.
consciousness. the long lashes Of het
them. dropping breathlessly, as ii
from a run. into the chair at Mich.
CAMS side. and looking about with al
odd defiant gaiety. Their she held hel
plate forth decisively, with q childt
prompting.
Mother, I'm hungry. Sos Peter
she caught w the boys plate and helt
It, with a bright sidelong glance Of at.
lection at the tow-headed Danish boy
The woma helped them with a muir.
muir. Michigan's black secured paw
came to Aurelie's slim hand under tn,
table Then h kissed him.
1t was a strange drama in tn,
acrid assembling Of human feel
ing that held in the quarrymant
house. But it stood like a bloom
against their meagerness. She hat
called the gaunt cracker womer
mother" but she could not have been
farther from them all If she had
stepped from a child's story book. The
two foster brothers looked with un.
easy fondness on this daughter OF the
south who was scolding them now In
some playful vivacity for their dirty
hands. When h talked she leaned in
q pose whose grace again detached her
from them all, a thing not to be helped
or hindered. sc native was 1t to her,
SO foreign to their breeding.
Aurelie had changed amazingly from
the barbaric slid heart Of her Louis
lana days whSl she had run away to
the Catun balls, kneenng to fix g..
woven cap Of hyacinths in her hair as
water, and battling the lumbermen
with her French Of the swamp people.
She was slender now, but a 1.-THE girl
and not a child; her face was dark,
mobile, tender or at times hard; her
black eyes had the flash OF rebellious
tempers and coaxing temptations-the
Dane boys adored her, yet no. even did
was his real sister. Everything about
her. her grace her quickness, her
nimble tongue; her little rosary hung
on the white bureau in the tiny cham
Der just off the kitchen, whose door
she had hung in red chintz; her habit
Of taking early coffee. black. thick,
rising and brought to her bedside
where she slipped 1t and chartered with
the old bootlegger-her definat asser-
ton that she was a Catholic, whatever
that meant, her smatter OF French and
Spanish; her memories of wild and
wonderful years. which now, in the
home, took on the aspect Of unthink-
able romancc-all these set her of
from the whole world.
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