The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1926-12-09

ni'1tHs OF work IN Washington
Inc indians on the reservation
We're to be removed bodily to
reservation In the southwest. Tn
reservation was then TO be throw
open TO white settlement.
What will poor Charlie Jackson
sayf' were Lydia's first words.
Kent shrugged his shoulders
Poor old SCOUT He'll have L
make a new start IN the West. Blu
isn't II glorious news, Lyd TIL,
and reverts to the government AM
the land office opens it, just as II
pioneer days. Everybody who
mites In question now can re-ente
under settlement laws. Isn't lie
vine a wizard. Why don't you ga,
something. Lydia?"
Il don't know what to say" sale
Lydia. I'm sick at heart for The
Indians. But I'm glad that tn,
awful temptation of the pines 1,
going TO be taken away from Lake
City. Though how good can come
out of a wrong, I'm not sure. Wher
will Mr.. Levine come homer"
Next month";
On a Sunday afternoon, late In
June, John Levine turned In at the
gate as casually as though he had
left but the day before. Lydia was
inspecting the garden with her
father. when she heard Adam bark
and whine a welcome TO some one.
"Oh, there he is. daddy" she
cried, and she dashed down the
rows of young peas, her white
skirts %fiuttering, both hands ex-
tended.
John seized her hands and for a
moment the two stood smiling and
looking into each others face. Ex-
cept that he was grayer, Levine
was unchanged. He broke the ST.
lence to say, well! Well! young
you are grown up"
IT'S my hair" said Lydia, land
my skirts"
The two men clasped hands.
We'll, Amos?"
TITS been a long time between
drinks, John"
II know 1t. Amos, but my chores
done. Now, I'll stay home and en-
Joy life. Lydia, is It too hot for
waffles and coffee, for supper?"
ITS not too hot for anything on
earth you can ask for" returned
beginning to roll up her
I'll 80 right in and start
hem now"
John looked after her, at the
enlightened skirts, at the gold
1raids wrapped round her head.
She doesn't change except in size,
hank God" he said.
ooh. she gets prettier," said
Amos, ~carelessly. "She's sort of
grown up TO her mouth, and the
way she wears her hair shows the
Inc set of her head. She's I'm
,roved a lot" Amos paused and
ooked out at the shimmering lake.
John, l wish ] had FIVE daughters.
There's nothing like 'em in the
world"
Levine did not answer for a mo-
lent, while his gaze followed Amos
iut over the familiar outline of
lue water and far green hills.
sometimes. Amos he muttered.
~ feel as if my whole life
Iad been wasted
1t was an extraordinarily pleas
mt supper. After the dishes were
Levine asked Lydia to
troll up the road with him while
mos did his evening chores. II
as dusk when they turned out the
ate to the road, Lydia clinging to
ohn's arm.
John put a long. hard hand over
he small thin one on his arm.
Have you missed me, young
ydia?" he asked.
Yes" she answered. especially
! you never came near us after
lie hearing"
How could I Gomez asked the
an, simply. You had weighed
e and found me wanting. Have
III forgiven me. Lydia"
ut wasn't a matter between you
Id me-" replied the girl. slowly.
t was between you and your con-
fence and if your conscience ap-
owes, what's the use of asking
TO forgive you?"
Because, | can't stand not hav-
9 your approval said Levine.
They strolled on in silence, while
'dia considered her reply. no f.;
if the destroying of the
dams were right. that wouldn't
onerate the whites for having ;
cruel and crooked in doing it.
.ople will always remember it of !
Levine gave a laugh that had no :
nth in it. Lord, who'll say the
w England spirit is dead You're :
cold in Judging me as II OF /
ancestors was when he SEN
lced a witch TO be burned" :
'Oh, no!' cried Lydia. Dear y
I'm Levine, | couldn't be cold TO
Nothing could make me love s
u less. And you yourself told me
be true to myself"
Tohn sighed, then said abruptly,
cts never discuss it again. What
you reading now. Lydia?' h
English eSsayistS and Emerson. II
crazy about Emerson. | learned
: thing from Friendship to quote
you. It's like you and me- p
She quoted: "'Friendship-that :"
ect and sacred relationship that :
a kind of absolute and which
n leaves the language of love ..
picious and common so much is
S purer; and nothing is so much .,