Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1914-07-31


a bit more determined perhaps. Oh,
she was spAIndid creature, in the
first glory Of her womanhood, a per
fectly groomed, pulsating, spoiled god
dess. She greeted me graciously, with
that queenly air oe all great ladies.
Where is your father? / asked as
laid of her dust coat.
"'He is in New York, said she. 1
am travelling alone
Why have you come out here, ALI
ciaF / inquired slowly, being far more
Ill at ease than she.
"'Do you need to askY she answer
ed. I respected fathers wishes when
l was in my minority. l travelled and
studied and did all the tiresome things
he wished me to as long as he had the
right to ask them Of me. But when
became my own mistress l took my
full freedom. He made his life to
suit himself, and 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 inevlta-
bleT.
''She lifted her dainty broWs. In
evitable is not good word. wish it.
have wished it from the first |
have never ceased to wish it for an
instant. / feel must have it. 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?"
"'He wrote me when he left Yale
that he was coming here. / have
heard nothing since. He is here, is he
notY
so believe. l haven't seen him
yet. You know I've been away my
SELF
"'Will you take me to him at once2
If you are too busy will ask
avery WE'LL said l. Wen drive
out to the encampment.' And l tele-
phoned for my blackboard.
There was little said on our fifteen
mile drive, for l was apprehensive,
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 OF in greater
perturbation than did this girl, behind
whom lay the selfishness Of spoiled
wOmanhood and a generation of unre-
Etraint.
ut was we'll along in the evening
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 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
aances 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 l 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 bygene
day, all barbaric and primitive In hab-
it and dress and coloring an atavistfc
race which had shaken of some three
score years, or some thirtyscore for an
we knew.
II guided her through the tangle o
canvas habitations, through glarinl
fire lit circles and through blacl
voids, where we stumbled and felt on
way. rubbing shoulders with fierce
warriors or sullen squaws. At ever.
group asked for Running Elk. but b.
was one Of the shifting thousands, ant
nobody knew his whereabouts.
"At one time we came upon sigh
would gladly have spared her, tn
spectacle Of some wrinkled bag
strangling a dog. The girl at my sid
stifed cry at the vision.
what are they doingT she gasped
Preparing the feast told her.
DO they really.
Yes, said l. They eat them
Conner tried to force her onward
but she would not stir until the sacri
fee had been dragged to the flames
where other carcasses were singein
among the pots and kettles. FroI
every side came the smell Of cookin
=, mingled with the odor of burning hal
, and flesh. | could hear Miss Harma
: painting as we went on.
After an endless search. durin
which we circled half the great hooE
we came upon the trail of our ma
and were directed to a nearby tepeS