The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-09-23
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Derore the pirate.
Sir he said In a deep voice. 90
have bethought myself or still fur
ther treasure which. If you will al
low me TO go after In my trust,
boat. will get aud bring to you
IF you will allow me to say fare
well at that time to my wife anf
babes"
"Ha returned the pirate
How do know you1l come back?'
The duke folded his arms. sYor
have my~word Of honor which
never has. and never will. be bro.
ken"
go, duke. but return ere sun.
down. The pirate made a mag.
nihcent gesture toward the bIcycle
AND say, Kent. bring plenty "a
MI yourself up. for I'm awful hun
CRY and I'll need all we've got"
She was giving little Patience
her bread and milk. when Kent re-
turned with a paper bag.
Ma was cross at me for pester-
Ing her, but I managed to get some
sandwiches and doughnuts. Come
on. let's begin. Gee. there's a
squaw.'
coming toward the three children
seated In the sand by the peram-
bulator was a thin bent old WON
an leaning on a stick.
Dirty old beggar," said Kent
beginning to devour his sand
witches.
isn't she awful :" exclaimed Nv
Ola. Begging Indians were no nov
city to Lake City children. but this
one was so old and thin that lydia
was Mortified. To0thless. her black
hair streaked with gray, her calico
dress unspeakably dirty. her hands
IKE birds claws clasplng her stick
the squaw stopped in front OF the
children.
Eat she said. pointing to her
mouth, while her sunken black ewes
Were fixed on Kent's sandwiches.
Little Patience looked up and
began to whimper with fear.
Get out, you old rip" said
Kent. - sS aEa~~
Eat. Eat" insisted the souaw
a certain %ferocity in her manner.
Did you walk clear in from the
reservations" asked Lydia.
The squaw nodded. and held ont
her scrawny hand for the children's
inspection. "No eats. all time no
eatsl You give eats-poor old
woman"
ooh, Kent. she's half staryedrI
Let's give her some of our lunch "
exclaimed Lydia.
Not on your life" returned
Kent. DIRTY, lazy lot! Why don't
they work."
III we'd go halves, we'd have
enough insisted Lydia.
You told me you'd only enough
for yourself. Get out of here. you
old s~he-deviI."
The squaw did not so much as
at Kent. Her eyes were
fastened on Lydia. with the look Of
q hungry, expectant dog. Lydia
ran her fingers through her damn
curls, and sighed. Then she gave
little Patience her share of the
bread and butter and a cooky. She
aid the precious deviled egg in its
-wist of paper on top Of the re-
nainder of the bread and cookies
and handed them to the Indian.
you can't have any Of mine. If
you give yours up !" warned Kent
81 don't want any, pig" re-
,urned Lydia.
The old squaw received the food
trembling fingers and broke
nto sobs, that tore at her old
.hroat painfully. She said some /:
hing TO Lydia in Indian, and then (:
o the children's surprise. she /:
bundled the food up In her skirt /:
md started as rapidly as possible /:
Jack in the direction whence she :
lad come.
''She's talking 1t back to some /:
said Kent. :
poor thing" said Lydia. :
poor thing!' shifted Kent. "It :
would be a good thing if they were :
il dead. My father says So" :
well, l guess your father don't :
now everything" snapped Lydia. :
"Evyfng," said Patience, who :
ad finished her lunch and was