The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-11-26
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left the camp, and as the time passed
without any sound indicating her
presence he began to feel alarmed. She
was unused to the woods, it would
be easy for her to lose herself and If
she did
Before the thought was completed
he heard the sound of a swapping
stick, and knew that she had returned.
He smiled with relief and waited for
her appearance, but a few minutes
passed before she entered the tent,
bearing in her hand a tin cup. He
looked At her i~nquiringly.
What have you there. Miss Yarde-
Typ"
"Balsam," was the reply, for the
cut upon you head. It is rather a
bad one, and balsam is good for heal
ing"
Deity. with gentle fingers. the girl
applied the balsam and then bound
the wound with a strip of linen torn
from a handkerchief. When the oper-'
alton was finished. still kneeling be-
side him, she leaned back on her heels
to urvey the result.
1T looks quite professional" she
said: there isn't an Indian girl in
the North could have done it better"
There isn't one who could have
done it half as WELL" he answered with
a laugh.
Are you sure?" she asked quick
ly. How about Miskodeed?"
"Miskodeed?' he looked at her won
deringly.
Yes. that beautiful Indian girl I
saw you talking with up at FIT. NAL
SUM-"
Stane laughed easily. IT know moth
ing whatever about her capacity as a
healer" he said "T have only spoken
to her on two occasions. and on Meth
er of them did we discuss wounds or
the healing OF them"
"Then-" she began, and broke off
in sudden confusion.
"Yes?" he asked inquiringly. You
were about to say-what?'
81 was about to say the girl was
a comparative stranger to you!'
quite correct" he replied
Though she proved herself a friend
on the night I was kidnapped, for I
saw her running through the bushes
toward my tent. and she cried out
to warn me. just as 7 was struck"
Helen left the tent Immediately,
and as he lay there thinking over
the conversation. Stane caught the
sound of her voice. She was sing
ing. He gave a little smile at her
sudden gaiety.
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situation. They would be tied down
where they were for some weeks.
and if care was not exercised the
problem Of food would grow acute.
His thought was interrupted by her
appearance at the tent door. She
held in her hand a fishing line that
he had purchased at the Post and a
packet Of hooks.
II go a-fshing." she cried gaily.
wish me luck?"
Good hunting!' he laughed back.
II hope there is fish I'm the stream"
Herds! F1ocksl Coveys! Schools
What you like. I saw them when I
was hunting for the balsam."
Can you shoot?' he inquired.
at have killed driven grouse in
Scotland" she answered with a
smile. But I suppose ammunition
Is valuable up here. and I'm going
to try the ~poacher's way"
Eyes. Shares! There is a roll of
copper wire in your pack. I've
watched g warrener at home making
rabbit snares, and as there's no par
ticular mystery about the art, and
those birds are SO unsophisticated.
I shall he sure to get some. You see
If I don't. But first 1 must build my
house"
She turned away, and after per-
hap. half an hour he caught the
sound Of an ak at work in the wood
a little waE from the tent. The
sound reached him lntermittently
for some time, and then ceased. and
after a few minutes there came a
further sound of burdened steps. fol
lowed by that of poles tossed on the
ground close TO the tent. Then the
girl looked in on him.
She was radiantly beautiful and
strong. he thought to himself, a fit
mate for any man who loved strength
and beauty in a woman, rather than
prettiness and softness, and his ad-
miration found sudden vent in
words.
Miss Yardely, you are wonder
fur"
The color in her face deepened sud
denly, and there was a quick bright
ening in her gray eyes.
She turned and walked abruptly
away. In her eyes as she went was a
joyous light. and her heart was gay.
AS she swung the ak upon her
shoulder and moved toward the trees
she broke into song.
For a long time he lay there lis
tening to the sound of her move
ments, which told him when she was
near and when further away, and
presently he heard her fixing the lean
to of her improvised hut. She worked
steadily, sometimes singing to herself,
but she did not enter the tent again
until noon, when she came in to in
quire if he were comfortable and to
say that a meal would be ready short
ly.
How does the hut go2" he asked.
"Oh, hnely!" she cried with enthu-
siasm. 1.-THE framework is up though
I've used all the packropes owe the
job. I wish I had some nails. I'm sure
1 could drive them straight"
I'm sure o could" he replied
laughingly.
After we have eaten I am going
TO look for birchlbark to make the