Hermanner Volksblatt. [volume] (Hermann, Mo.) 1875-1928, 1921-02-25
Lizzie and
Her Dove
BY KATHERINE BAKER
Copyright

IL NOu hllON IiO lN1AN
and the rain and the mist like a soggy
shroud, and the stony river-bed; II
YOU have hunted SOapy Smiths grave,
far up the lonely valley that runs TO-
ward the land of gold, and have
viewed the CORY picture of his taking
off that decorates Mr.. Diapers shop,
where you bargain for moccasins
mukluks and medicine hats; II you
have seen in Kirmse's rival establish
ment the polar bearskins that leave
you speeches. and make all bear
skins you formerly approved look like
Angora cats for size-then you surely
have beheld the famous necklace.
II lay In it's case in Kirmse's win
dow. the admiration and envy Of ma
tive and tourist alike, a graduated
series of fat, opulent nuggets, discreet
ly polished, pear-shaped, pendant
from a suitable golden chain.
The miner who should present his
lass with such a token Of esteem must
rank high among impetuous lovers.
But probably you'd rather get on and
hear the story.
"Gee, that's SOM puddin'I J" said the
man in shirt-sleeves approximately.
Smiling and blushing until the scar
let behind her dusky skin quite out
did the rouge in front Of 1t, the little
Indian waitress set another plate of
| pudding before him and offered q
-tA.lo- 80 Aho fhinlyacf arnnnn
And that meant better cream than
you are used to, unless you are mighty
lucky.
She was a stylish young woman,
this chiefs daughter who waited at
table In Mrs. Bullets bOarding-house.
At thirty she would be shapeless,
At seventeen she had a slender, SLOW
emily prettiness that reminded n OF
a Japanese.
The u in red shirt-sleeves rose
from the table and %sauntered to the
piano at the other end of the room.
The Indian girls eyes followed him
with dumb alteration as, coughing, he
pulled a sweater over his head and
went out into the eternal spring rain
Tie little waitress slipped through
the doorway. and ran across the foot
bridge in the yard to where the light
ed windows of the annex shone haz
lily through the mist.
Drawn shades hid the room within
The Indian girl, stepping lightly IL
her solled white dancing slippers
crossed the threshold like a slende
shadow and found shelter In a close
In the hall.
The partitions were badly seasoned
, Hr, which is the most unreliable o
. woods.
2 Wide cracks let through CLEANS o
, electric light. The men were tramp
Ing about noisily. They dropped thei
great boots on the floor.
Presently one uttered a mild oat
as a bag slipped from his fingers an
clinked melodiously.
"Dog-gone-there goes my poke" h
grumbled, STOPPING.
The listener knew well that chin
Of gold. She leaned nearer to tn
partition.
At breakfast next morning she Der
over the red-shirted youth, placing on
meal before him.
"Big nuggets" she murmure,
above Forded Falls. You go, too"
The puzzled expression of his fac
changed slowly to understanding.
81 amt got the money for fare an
an outfit" he answered morosely.
In the passageway outside Il
waitress drew n little bag from HI
hlouse-a pitifuI, dirty little bag
with a few gold pieces in it,
you pay me easy you get tho'
nuggets" she explained the loan wi
a brilliant smile. 81 not need"
SO the women of Weinsburg ga
their hair for bowstrings to their me
The compositor caught her hand
moment gratefully in his.
'YOu're q darned nice girl. Lizzie
he declared. IF win, I'll get "
the finest present in Alaska"
When the red-shirted man. thlnn
and large-eyed. reappeared in Ska
way there were now women, too,
arrest a wandering eye.
The Crystal Concert company, wi
Miss Crystal Kelly. had landed thel
The company was not numerous.
stout person with a strong central
voice and a faded, pretty elder sist,
who played the piano. assisted NJ
Crystal Kelly.
Miss Crystal was attractive enou
to require a chaperon.
For the present her compa
waited in the doorway Of Alaska.
vertising. engaging the Brotherho
hall over Diapers store, planning I
coming tour.
II was on the day of the conc
that the compositor came back
town.
Everybody welcomed him cordia
every one wanted to know where
had been and how he had come out
The compositor was not retice
He had made his strike.
"But there's no gold in that forr
rion," objected the bishop, who KIN
his Alaska from Point Barrow on
Arctic ocean to Ketchikan at the g
" civilization rs a farmer knows
"A forn .' "