The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1914-11-21

bit more determined perhaps. Oh.
she was a splendid creature. In the
first glory OF her womanhood, per-
fectly groomed. pulsating. spoiled god
dess. She greeted me graclously. with
that queenly air OF all great ladies.
Where is your fatherT / asked as
laid Off her dust coat.
- He is in New York, said she. Il
am travelling alone
Why have you come out here, ALI
CLAP inquired slowly, being far more
Ill at ease than she.
DO you need 10 askr she answer
ed. i respected fathers wishes when
l was in my minority. / travelled and
studied and did all the tiresome things
he wished me TO as long as he had the
right 10 ask them OF me. But when
1 became my own mistress took my
full freedom. He made his life TO
suit himself, and l am very sorry l
cannot build mine to suit him. But
we don't seem TO see things the same,
and dare say he has accepted the in
eyitable.'
"'Then you consider this ineylta-
BILE?
''She lifted her dainty brows. IN
eyitable is not a good word. l wish It.
] have wished 1t from the first.
have never ceased TO wish II for an
instant. l feel / must have II. There
fore. TO all intents and purposes. It is
inevitable, l suppose
"'You have-er-been In communi
cation with
"'Never. Father did not wish IT.
"Then how did you know he is
here?"
lie wrote me when he left Yale
that he was coming here. | have
heard nothing since. He is here, Is he
notY
$50 | believe. | haven't seen him
yet. You know I've been away my
self
VIII you take me TO him at once?
lf you are too busy | will ask
Very Well said /. Wen drive
out TO the encampment.' And l tele-
phoned for my blackboard.
There was little said on our fifteen
mile drive, for / was apprehenslve.
and she was oddly torn between fear
and exultation. We left the French
maid behind. | don't know that any
woman ever went TO her lover under
stranger circumstances or in greater
perturbation than did this girl, behind
whom lay the selfishness OF spoiled
womanhood and n generation OF unre-
straint.
1T was well along In the evening
when we came over the ridge and saw
imagine the fairy picture 1t made. with
Its myriad OF winking fires, the soft
effulgence Of n thousand glowing tents
and the wonderful magic OF the night
over all. AS we drew nearer the
unusual sounds OF a strange merry
making came to US, the soft thudding
OF drums, the weird melody OF the
dances, the stir and confusion OF dense
animal life. In the daylight It would
have been picturesque, but under the
wizard hand OF the darkness it be-
came ten times more so.
when / finally tied my horses and
led the girl into the heart OF It think
she became bit frightened, for these
Indians were the Sioux of a bygone
day, all barbarlc and primitive I'm hab-
Il and dress and coloring-an atavistlc
race which had shaken of some three
score years, or some thirtyscore for al
We knew.
81 guided her through the tangle OF
canvas habltations, through glaring
fire llt circles and through black
voids, where we stumbled and felt our
way, rubbing shoulders with fierce
warriors or sullen squaws. At every
group asked for Running Elk, but he
was one OF the shifting thousands, and
nobody knew his whereabouts.
AT one time we came upon sight
I would gladly have spared her the
spectacle OF some wrinklcd hays
strangllng a dog The girl at my side
stined cry at the vision.
"'What are they doingr she gasped
Preparing the feast told her.
"'Do they really
"'Yes, said l. They eat them.
Gomez / tried TO force her onward,
but she would not stir until the sacri-
fee had been dragged 10 the flames.
where other carcasses were smuggling
among the pots and kettles. From
every side came the smell OF cooking
mingled with the odor OF burning hair
and flesh | could hear Miss Hartman
painting as we went on.
After an endless search, during
which we circlcd half the great hoop.
we came upon the trail OF our man
and were directed TO a nearby tepee.
| lifted the dap and peered within,
clearing n view FOR Miss Hartman.
1--WE beheld circle or half naked
braves In full regalia, squatting
haunch TO haunch, listening TO a story
teller. In front OF them was q CON
fusion OF blackened pals and vessels
filled with something steaming, into
which they dipped their naked fingers.
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