Western news and the Libby times. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1920-1933, 1931-06-04

felt rising within him the tide or IT.
ritablitv which this Initiated family al
ways stirred in him. Something now
about their shocked and staring faces
their lolling and graceful forms,
reused In him nm nnreasonng rebel
lion. He suddenly hated them. He
wanted to he free Of them. fIe wanted
TO he free of ihem--0f Wiehita--Of
conventional smooth custnm-of-
no, not Of her. lie now smiled his
brilliant sweet smile which alone
should have warned Felice Ven
able. But that intrepid matriarch was
not one to let tale 20 nnnointed
I'm mighty pleased. for one that It
turned out as II did. DO you suppose
I'd have allowed daughter of mine
"A Nenable-to 70 traipsing down
into the wilderness TO live among
drunken one-legged nIainsmen. and
toothless scrags il calico and trollops
In tights Never. It's over now, and
mighty good thing. TOO. Perhaps
now, Yancey. you'll stop this ramping
UP a1u 11Nil AIio Tx AbIttHl III TifIl
that newspaper OF yours and conduct
your law nractice-such as 1t is
with no more talk of this Indian ter
ritory. daughter OF mine In boots
and calico and sunbonnet, II you
please. a-pioneering among savages
Reared as she was No. indeed
Yancey was strangely silent. He was
surveying his fine white hands critical
y, interestedly, as though seeing them
In admiration for the first time-an-
other sign that should have warned
the brash Felice. When he spoke 1t
was with inter gentleness
I'm no farmer I'm no rancher.
] didn't want section OF farm land
anyway. The towns where belong
and | should have made for the town
sites. There were towns of ten thou
sand and over sprung mp In a night
during the Run. Sperry-
Wawhuska-Orage. It's the last
frontier In America. that new country.
There isn't D newspaper In one OF
those tnwns--or wasn't. wien left
want IN 20 hack there and help build
state out Of prairie and Indians and
scrub oaks and red clay For It'll be
state some day-mark my words"
lilo hum" yawned Cousin Iouett
Goforth, and rose, fumhlingly This
has all been very interesting
bur interesting. But II you viii excuse
me now / shall have my little siesta.
am accustomed after dinner :"
Lewis venable SO long silent, now.
too. reached for his cane and prepared
to rise. He was not quick enough.
Felice Venahe's hand thin. fehrlle,
darted ont and clutched bis coat sleeve
pressed him back 80 that he be
came At once prisoner and Judge In his
chair At the head OF the table.
Lewis Venable, you heard him
Are you going to sit there7 He nays
he's going hack. How about your
daughter She turned blazing black
eyes on her son-in-law. do you mean
you're going back to that Indian coun-
try DO your
IN be back there In two weeks.
And remember, It's white mans conn-
try now
Sabra stood up. the boy CHM grasped
about his middle IN her arms. so that
ne began to whimper, dangling there.
Her eyes were startled enormous.
"Yanceyl Yancey, you're not leaving
me again y
Leaving you, my heantyl' He
strobe over to her. mot nv long
shot. This time you're going with
me-
And | say she's mott" Fellce Ven
able raped 1t out. "And neither are
you. my fine fellow. You were tricked
out OF your land by trolop In tights
and that ends 1t. You'll stay here
with your wife and child
He shook his great head gently. His
voice was dulcet.
I'm going hack to the Oklahoma
country. and Sabra and Gin with me-
Fellce whirled on her husband.
Lewis You can sit there and see
your daughter dragged Off to be
scalped among savages I"
The sick man raised his fine white
head. The faded blue eyes were
turned on the girl. The child. sensing
conflict, had buried his head in her
shoulder. You came with me, Felice,
more than twenty years ago. and your
mother thought you were going to the
wilderness, too Yon remember? She
cried and made mourning for weeks
"Sabra's different Sabra's diff
ferent."
The reedy voice OF the sick man had
the ghostly carrying quality OF an
echo. You heard 1t above the woman's
shrill clamor. mo, she isn't, Feice.
She's more like you this minute than
you are yourself. She fayors those
pioneer women Yancey WINS telling
about In the old days. Look at her.
The Venable eye. from one end OF
the table to the other. turned like a
single orb In Its socket toward the
young woman facing them with def !
ance In her bearing. Not defiance,
perhaps. No much AZ resolve. Seeing
Der, head up, standing there beside