The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-04-03

lively spoiled than her mother, combin- ing the traits of both parents.
 Well, when got a panicky letter from one of Running Elk's professors, coupling her name vaguely with that of my Indian, wavered, in my deter imitation to see this experiment. out. But the mind of the analyst is unsen- ttmental, and one who sets out to un- { tangle the skein of the gods must pay sne price, so I waited.
 .tAs if fate had really taken part in the affair, I found a long distance call from old Henry Harman when l returned to my hotel. He had wired me here at the agency and, finding l was in Washington, had called me from New York He didn't tell me much over the phone, except that he must see me at once. and as my work was finished took the train in the morning, going straight to his office.
 Doc, I'm in an awful hole,' he de- clared, and you're the only man who can pull me out It's about Alicia and that savage of yours
 s' T know something about it. said I, and I feel rather to blame, for it was who sent him to college.
 1T won't be def1ed by my own flesh and blood, I won'ti T won't! I'm the master of my own family Why, the things so absurd it's almost unbe- hevable. and yet it's terrible terrible! Heavens! What would her mother say if she were anve?'
 Have you talked with Alicia?'
 @s Not with her, to her. She's like mule Yes, sir, just like a mule. I never saw such will in a woman. live fought her until Pm as weak ~rct ts her temperr He collapsed feebly, and had to smile. for there's only one thing strong and stubborn enough to overcome a. Harman,s resistance, and that is Harman's desire.
 s What does she say ? My inter est in the affair was increasing.
 Nothing, except to agree that I'm right in the abstract and then to in- form me that the abstract problems go to pieces once in awhile. She says. ,this-this Ga1Iopang Moose. this yelp- ing ghost dancer of yours, is the only real man she ever met
 What does he have to say
 .Humph.' grunted Harman. All he does is to listen.
 How old is Alicia ?
 ( Nineteen. Oh, I've hurled that at her, too. but she says she'll wait! You know she has her own money from her mother
 6 Does Running BLK come to your house?'
 At this my old friend roared so
 ierceIy that hastened to say: I'll see him at once. I have more influence than anybody else with him.
 :. T hope you can show him how inn possible, how crininah it is to ruin my girls life. Yes, and mine too. Suppose the yellow papers got hold of this thing.' Harman shuddered. Doc, I love that girl so we'll I'd kill her with my own hands rather than. face her disgrace and see her rfdieuled.
 She could marry a duke if one happened to come along, and I'd buy her one, too, if she wanted him, but I won't stand for this dirty, low browed Injun'
 He's not dirty declared, and he's not as low browed as some de- generate foreigner you'd be glad to pick out for her.
 -s Well he's an Injun, retorted Har- 1 man, tan'-it'1l come out on him. We've both seen lem tried. They all drop back where they started from. You know that as well as I do.' ts T don't know it. said I, thinking of my experiment, which had gone so badly askew, but we've got to put 8 | stop to this affair in one way or ans other. I'll see the young man right away
 Tomorrow is Thanksgiving said Henry. Wait over and go up with us and see the Princeton football game. II understand Running Elk 1 plays ffullback. We'll pick you up at your hotel in the morning and drive up in the car. It's the big game of the year, and you'll enjoy it. don't ex- 1 pect to. however You have seen similar. games, so there is no need of my describing this one, even if I could As it was my first experience it impressed sme greatly. When the teams appeared I 1 recognized Running Elk at a dista nee, I as did the hordes Of madnnen hehind us, and began to understand what ] the old man in the seat next mine was comba ting.
 "A dancing dervish. in front of the grand stand said something through a megaphone, then waved cane, where l upon a tremendous barking Rah! Rahr Rahr broke out, ending with my Sioux boys nahne. They beloved l and .rioted over him until wished 1 that the old chief back in Dakota were there to see his son and witness the honor he had won among the whites. Quite as impressive to me as this I demonstration was the deathlike si- | 1ence which settled when the teams l scattered out in readiness. Princeton kicked off, and the ball sailed high | and far. As it settled in its down ward flight saw 1.-the, gaunt shad- ow of man racing toward it, and recognized my boy. I had lost his
 position for the moment, but I knew that hungry, predatory stride which devoured the feeting yards as if he
 were thing of the wind. He was off with the ball in the hollow of his arm, l back into the heart of his enemies,