Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-09-21
Ely John Fox, Jr.
cOpyright b Charles scribner's Sons

AASAS lHey come y CRIED barbara.
And from his window the little Ken
tuckian saw the company coming up
the path, brave with gay clothes and
smiles and gallantries. The colonel
walked with grand lady at the head,
behind were the bellies and beaux. and
bringing up the rear was Barbara, es-
corted by youth Of his own age. who
carried his hat under his arm and
bore himself as haughtily as his
elders. No sooner did he see them
mounting to the porch than there was
the sound of a horn In the rear, and
looking out Of the other window the
lad saw a coach and four dash
through the gate and swing around
the road that encircled the great trees,
and up to the rear portlco, where
there was a joyous clamor Of greet
ings. Where did all those people
come from2 We're they going to stay
there and would he have to be among
them? All the men were dressed alike
and not one was dressed like him.
Panic assailed him, and once more he
looked at the clothes on the bed, and
then without hesitation walked
through the hallway. and stopped on
the threshold of the front door. A
quaint figure he made there, and for
the moment the gay talk and laughter
quite ceased. The story of him al
ready had been told, and already was
sweeping from cabin to cabin to the
farthest edge of the great plantation
No son of Powhatan could have stood
there with more dignity, and young
Harry Dale's face broke into a smile
of welcome. His father being indoors
he went forward with hand out
stretched.
Il am your cousin Harry" he said.
and tnking him by the arm he led him
on the round of presentation.
Mrs. Willoughby, may present my
cousin from KentuckyY
'This is your cousin, Miss Katherine
Dale; another cousin, Miss Mary; and
this is your cousin Hugh"
And the young ladies greeted him
with AA0ih5 CdSCA AAACAGEAg anu llC
young gentlemen suddenly depressed
patronizing smiles and gave him grave
greeting, for if ever rapier flashed
from a human head, it flashed from
the piercing black eye of tnat little
Kentucky backwoodsman when his
cousin Hugh, with a rather whimsical
smile, bowed with a politeness that
was a trifle too elaborate. Mrs. Gen.
eral Willoughby guessed how the lads
heart was humping with the effort to
conceal his embarrassment, and when
a tinge of color spread on each side
Of his set mouth and his eyes began
to waver uncertainty, her intuition
was quick and kind.
Barbara" she asked, shave you
shown your cousin your ponies?'
The little girl saw her motive and
laughed merrily:
"Why, haven't had time to show
him anything. Come on, cousin"
The boy followed her down the
steps in his noiseless moccasins, along
grass path between hedges of an
cient box, around an ell, and past the
kitchen and toward the stables. At
the gate the little girl called imperf-
ously:
"Ephraim, bring one of my ponies I"
And in a moment out came sturdy
little slave whose head was all black
skin, black wool and white teeth, lead
ing two creamy-white little horses
chat shook the lads composure at last,
for he knew ponies az far back as he
could remember, but he had never
seeH tie Ike of thBm. His hand al
most trembled when he -sn it over
their sleek coass and uncorseicusiy
he dropped int his Indian speech and
did not know 1t until the girl asked
laughingly:
"Why. what are you saying to my
poniesT
And he bIusIfed, for the little girls
artless prsttling and friendliness were
already beginning to make him quite
human.
That's Injun talk"
Hugh had followed them.
Barbara, your mother wants you"
he said, and the little girl turned
toward the house The stranger was
i'll at ease with Hugh and the latter
knew it.
1T must be very exciting where
you i've"
"How?''
"Oh, fighting Indians and shooting
deer and turkeys and buffalo. 1t must
be great fun"
Nobody does it for fun-it's mighty
hard work"
MY uncIe-your father--used to
tell US about his wonderful adven-
lures out there"
HE had nc chance to tell me-"
but yours must have been more
wonderful than his"
The boy gave a little grunt that was
a survival of his Indian life, ana
turned to go back to the house.
"But all this, suppose, Is as
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