The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-04

suit himself. and [ am very sorry I cannot build mine to suit him. But We don't seem to see things the same, and I dare say he has accepted the in evitable.'
 "-Then you consider this inevita ble?'
 s~'She lifted her dainty brows. sIa- evitable is not good word. wish it. I have wished it from the first. have never ceased to wish it for an instant. feel I must have it. There fore, to al intents and purposes, it is inevitable, I suppose
 .' You have-er-been in communi- cation with
 Never. Father did not wish it.
 Then how did you know he is here?'g
 He wrote me when he left Yale that he was coming here I have heard nothing since. He is here. is he not?'
 So. I believe. I haven't seen him f yet. You know I've been away my self
 will you take me to him at once? If you are too busy. I will ask.
 avery well,' said I. We'll drive out to the encampnent.' And I tele phoned for my blackboard. tsThere was little said on our fifteen mile drive for I was apprehensive, and she was oddly torn between fear 1 and exultation We left the French maid behind. l don't know that any l woman ever went to her lover under | stranger circumstances or in greater perturbation than did this girl, behind i whom lay the selfishness of spoiled ] womanhood and a generation of unre- straint.
 "It was we'll along in the evening 1 when we came over the ridge and saw the encampment below us. You can ] imagine the fairy picture it made, with ! it's myriad of winking fires. the soft ! effulgence of a thousand glowing tents and the wonderful magic of the night 1 over all. AS we drew nearer the ] unusual sounds of a strange merry making came to us the soft thudding 1 of drums, the weird melody of the dances, the stir and confusion of dense 1 animal life. In the daylight it would l have been picturesque, but under the ! wizard hand of the darkness it be- came ten times more so.
 When finally tied my horses and l led the girl into the heart of it think 1 she became a bit frightened, for these | Indians were the Sioux of a bygone day, all barbaric and primitive in halo : 1t and dress and coloring-an atavistic race which had shaken off some three score years, or some thirtyscore for all We knew
 i $ sT guided her through the tang1e of l canvas ,habitations, through glaring fire lit circles and through black i voids, where we stumbled and felt our 1 way, rubbing shoulders with fierce warriors or sullen squaws. At every group I asked for Running Elk, but be
 was one of the shifting thousands, and nobody knew his wherea bouts.
 At one time we came upon a sight 4 would gladly have spared her, the 4 spectacle of some wrinkled hags
 strangling a dog. The girl at my side 4 sti1ed a cry at the vision z-l What are they doing? she gasped F 't Preparing the feast I told her. Do they-reaIly-
 eYes,9 said I. They eat them. z Comep I tried eto force her onward
 but she would not stir until the sacrt
 fee had been dragged. to the flames where other carcasses were singeins
 among the pots and kettles. From
 every side came the smell of cooking
 mingled with the odor of burning hail
 and flesh. I could hear Miss HarmaI
 panE1Hg as we went on. After an endless search, during
 which we cercIed half the great hoop
 we came upon the trail of our mar
 and were directed to nearby tepee lifted the flap and peered within . clearing view for Miss HarWan.
 we beheld a circle of half naked
 braves in full regaIia, squattins
 haunch to haunch, listening to story
 teller. In front of them was con
 fusion of blackened pails and vessels
 filled with something steaming, into W hich they dipped their naked fingers Their faces were streaked and fou
 with traces of the dish; the air of tho
 place was dead and reeking from theil
 breaths. My eyes were slower thai Alicfa's, and so I did not distinguish
 our quarry at first, although slow , sigh at my ear and convulsive clutcl at my arm told me that he was there. , And then I, too, saw him. It was h. who was talking and to whom the oth CTS listened, but what a change tw' years had wrought! His voice wal
 harsh; his face through the painted daubs and streaks was coarseF ant
 duIler than when knew him; his yer. !. ]. body was more thin and shrunken thai
 in the past
 s.He finished his tale while we wer ,, staring at him, the circle broke int
 commendatory grunts, and he smiles in childlike satisfaction at the i'm pression he had made. He leaned for ward and, scrutinizing the litter o :, sooty pots, plunged his hand into tn mess.
 Miss Harman stumbled back int . the crowd pace or two, and he
 pIaceewas taken by a squaw.s < Running Elkr I called over tn s heads of those next the entrance, an6
 seeing my face against the night, b
 arose and came out. stepping over tn !, others.
 I How do you do? said. tYo
 haven't fors-.ften me, have you? ' Ion Sha a.,s.