The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-07-29
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A Novel
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other quiet panHenger-camc falnt
ly down over the rlm-rock. the
peaceful Hart ranch settled down
with n sigh OF relief into its old.
easy habits Of life.
All. that In. save Good Indian
himself. and perhaps one other.
II was Phoebe who boldly In.
yaded the secret chamber OF Good
Indians heart when he was help.
Ing her In the milk'housc.
Now. Grant" she began,
Mother Hart II going 10 give you
little piece Of her mind about
something that's none OF her busl-
ness maybe"
You can give me as many
pieces as you like. They're al
ways good medicine" he assured
her. What about?" he asked. a
betraylng teuseness In his voice.
About Nadnie--and you. no
tics you don't speak--you haven't
that I've seen. since that day-on
the porch. You don't want TO be
too hard on her. Grant. Remem.
Der, she's never seen the times, as
have. whore It's kill or be killed.
i'e patient with her, Grant--and
don't feel hard. She'll get over f.
] want" she stopped because her
voice was beginning 10 shake
want my biggest boy 70 be happy"
Good Indian put his arms around
her and held her close. He did
not say anything for a minute. but
when he did he spoke very quietly.
Strosing her hair the while.
Mother Hart. stood on the
porch and heard what she said In
the Kitchen. She accused me OF
killing Saunders. She called me
an Indian. Ny mothers mother
was the daughter Of a chief She
was good woman; Just as good
as II she had been white.
Mother Hart. I'm a white man
IN everything but half my mothers
blood. ] don't remember her--but
] am no, ashamed because she was
my mother. Do you think | could
marry a girl who thinks OF my
mother as something which she
must try 70 forgive, Do you thins
J could 90 10 that girl in there and
and take her In my arms--and
love her. knowing that she feels as
she doesI She can't even forgive
me for killing that beast.
i did think Id 70 away for
awhile" he said after a minute
spent in sober thinking. But I
never lodged yet I'm going 10
stay and see the thing thru, now.
| don't know" he hesitated and
then went on. IT may not last;
! may have TO suffer after awhile,
but standing out there. that day.
listening 10 her carrying on. Kind
of-oh. can't explain Il. Blu,
don't believe was half as deep
In love as ! thought I was. / don't
want TO say anything against her;
I've no right. for she's a thousand
times better than ! am. Blu; she's
different She never would under.
stand our ways. Mother Hart, or
look at life as we do.
she won't speak 10 me-" be
continued. after a short silence. Il
tried 20 talk 20 her yesterday"
But you must remember the
poor child was hysterical that day
day when she went on so. She
doesn't know anything about the
realities OF life. She doesn't mean
TO be hard"
YESTERDAY" said Grant, with an
odd little smile. "she was not hys-
ierical. II seems thst--shooting-
was the last little weight that tilted
the scale against mo. ! don't think
she ever cared two whoops for me,
TO tell you the truth. She's been
ashamed OF my Indian blood all
along: she said so. And I'm not a
good lover: neglected her all the
while this trouble lasted. and |
paid more attention 10 George
Howard than I did to her-and--
oh, II isn't the killing. altogether
I guess we were both good deal
mistaken in our feelings"
We'll. ! hope co." sighed Phoebe.
Il suppose" she added with un.
usual sarcasm for her. you'll be
falling In love with George
Howard. next thing anybody
knows: and maybe that will last
week or ten days before you find
out you were mistaken"
Good Indian gave her one OF his
quick. sidelong glances.
Il believe you're half in love with
her right now and don't know IT."
she accused suddenly.
Good Indian laughed softly.
Are you. Grant," Phoebe laid n
hand on his shoulder. i amt mad
because you and Vsdnie fell out:
I kind OF looked for II to happen
You might tell me-"
Tell you WHAT" But Grant did
not look up. Must man be In
love with some woman all the
time?"
shes a good girl. md a brave
girl" Phoebe remarked irrele-
vanity.
Good Indian felt that she was
still waiting. with all the quiet per
sistence OF her sex when on the
trail OF n romance. He laughed
surrender.
"Squaw-tslk-far-off heap smart"
he mimicked old Peppajee gravely.
Heap bueno.' He took Phoebe by
the shoulders and shook her with
gentle insistcrce. But don't make
me fall out OF one love right into
another" he protested whimsically.
Give fellow time TO roll a Gig.
aret. can't your"
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