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THE TRENTON SUN. TRENTON. ILLINOIS. ii i i i u i i i i i lll l LYDIA OF THE PINES By HONOR#- WILI00IE CHAPTER Xl Lydia Giggles The days flew lightly by, lightly for Lydla. too, in spite of the heavy se- cret she carried of Levine's plotting. The day before they broke camp, Lydia's old squaw appeared and asked for Charlle Jackson. Charlle and Kent were cooking din- net. "Dear e," said Miss Towne. "tell htm to tae the poor thing away, Ly- dia." "He must feed her, first," exclaimed Lydia, leading the old Indian over to the cooking shelter. Kent and Lydia exchanged glances as Charlle led the squaw--Susie, he called her--into the woods, after Ly- dia had heaped her old arms with food. Kent and Gustus had put the dinner on the table and they all were seated at the meal when Charlle re- turn ed. "What dtd she want, Charlle?" asked OIga.. "You wouldn't care if I told you," replied Charlte. grimly. "But," he blr.t forth suddenly, "some day you whites will pay. Some day the Japs or the Jews will do to you Americans wh,t you've done to us. "Look here, Lydia. Levine is up to oo m.w cussedness. Old Susie came en him tn conncll the other night with Fix of the worst half-breeds in the rorvnttn. She lost her head and b,:m, t, Jaw him so she didn't find out wh,t it was abot. And he's get- tng the last of my timber now. Ly- d|.. votl've ot to help me. When you get bm,e, talk to Levtne." "f:eio the last of your tlmberl" exrl:fmd Kent. "Yo. he law lets 'era get the 'dead and qown' stuff and who's going to Fwv, r It's fresh stuff that he cut this vur,er and will get out next winter?" "t;t how does he come to be taking yor wood? Why don't you go to see him yourself? ' asked Kent. "i can't answer either of those questions," replied Charlle, sullenly 'l'hv two young whites thought of the attack on Levine, dud looked at e,('t, other apprehensively. "Wnn't the Indian agent stop him?" asked Lydia. "He! Why, he's deep in the mire bmself with Dave Marshall. My God, M.rcerr Marshall went to New York on  blind Indian boy's pines! Lydia, save my tnes for reel They belong to my tribe. My father was going to Washington three years ago to tell the President about the graft when they shot hlm from ambush. If I put p a figit, they'll shoot me. Lydia, won't you help us?" Neither Kent nor Lydia ever had seen Charlie thus before. He was neither arrogant nor sullen. He was pleading with a tragic hopelessness that moved his two hearers pro- roundly. "Oh. Charllel I will try," cried Lydia. "I truly will." 'I knew you would." said huskily, and he turned back abruptly to the camp. Lydia tfired about her. Supposing, she thought, that she owned a hun- dred acres of this pine land. She forgot Kent and concentrated every force of her mind on sensing what laud ownership would mean, And s,ddenly there stirred within her a desire for acreage, for trees, soil stream and shrnh, a wide demesne that should be hers and her children's forever. "Are you really going tO talk to Le- vine?" Kent roused her from her reverie. "Yes l Didn't I promise to?" "Pots of good It'll do," grunted Kent. "And if you tell him we over- heard him In the woods, I'll be sore." "I don't see why." "Because, after I finish high school, rm going to tell him I know, to make him let me in on the deal. Look here, Lyd, don't tell him I was with you, anyhow." "Oh. all right," replied Lydia, cross- ly. "For goodness' sake. don't let's talk about it say more. I don't see why men always have to be plotting! I'm going back to camp and help pack." The driver arrived with the carry. all at nine o'clock the next morning, and at mid-afternoon, Lydia was dr,pped at the gate, where Adam took possession of her. The house seemed small and dingy. Lydia dropped her suitcase in the kitchen. "I've Just got to train old Lizzie," : she said, "so that she won't leave her old carpet slippers and her apron in the middle of the kitchen every time she goes out. I do wish we had Mis- sion furniture instead of this ever- lasting old mahogany. I Just guess there's got to be some reforming in this house, this summer." Amos came in the gate shortly after MX. Lydia was waiting for him at the front door. He looked suddenly shabby and old to Lydia and she kissed him very tenderly. It required all the supper hour and ell the re- mainder of the evening to tell the story of the camp and to answer Llze de's and Amos' questions.'" eFnere were several episodes Lydia did not describe; that of the half-breed coun- 1 In ,the wood. for example, LvdJa wg dttlk on tbe frot steps, the next afternoon, with a book In her lap and Adam at her feet, when Billy Norton called. He stopped for a chat In the garden with her father, before coming up to greet Lydia. "He Is awful homely. A regular old farmer," she thought, comparing him with the elegant Gustus and with Kent's careless grace. "Hello. Lyd[ Awful glad you're back !" He sat down on the step below her and Lydia wrinkled her nose. He car- ried with him the odor of hay and horses. "How's your mother?" asked Lydia. "I'm coming over, tomorrow." "Mother's not so very well. She works too bard at the blamed can- ning. I told her I'd rather never eat it than have her get so done up." "I'll be over to help her." said Lydia. "We had a perfectly heavenly time in camp, Billy." "Did you?" asked her caller, Indif- ferently. "Going to try to sell fudge, this winter, Lyd?" "1 don't know," Lydia's tone was mournful. "Daddy hates to have me. "Oh. All Right," Replied Lydia Crossly, Now I'm growing up he seems to be getting sensitive about my earning money." "lie's right, too," said Billy, with a note in hls voice that irritated Ly- dia. "Much you know about It! You Just try to make your clothes and buy your School books on nothing. Dad's Jst afraid people'll know how little he earns, that's all. Men are selfish pigs." Astonished by this outburst, Billy turned round to look up at Lydia. She was wearing her Sunday dress of the year before, cheap cotton that she had outgrown. The young man at her feet did not see this, All he observed were the dusty gold of hat curly head, the clear blue of her eyes and the fine set of her head on her thin little shoul- der. "You always look Just right to me. Lyd," he said. "Listen, Lyd. I'm not going to be a farmer, I'm--" "Not be a farmer t" cried Lydia. "After all you've said about it t" "Not I'm going In for two years' law, then I'm going into political. I tell you, Lydia, what this country needs today more than anything is clean politicians." "You mean you're going to do like Mr. Levlne ?" "God forbid!" exclaimed the young man. "I'm going to fight men like Levine. And by heck," he paused and looked at Lydia dreamily, "I'll be gov- ernor and maybe more, yet." "But what's changed you?" persist- ed Lydia. "The fight about the reservation, mostly, There's something wrong, you know, in a system of government that allows conditions like that. It's against American principles." Lydia was impressed. She forgot that Billy smelled of the barnyard. "Well," she said, "we'd all be proud of you if you were President, I can tell you." "Would' you be l" Billy's voice was pleased. "Then, Lydia, will you walt for me?" "Wait for you?" "Yes, till I make a name to bring to Lydia flushed angrily. "Look here, Billy Norton, you don't have to be silly, after all the years we've known each other. I'm only fifteen, Just re- member that, and I don't propose to wait for any man. rd as soon think of waiting for-for Adam, as for you, anyhow." Billy rose with dignity, and without a word strode down ths path to the gate and thence up the road. Lydia stared after him indignantly. "That old farmerr' she said to Adam, who wriggled and slobbered, sympathetic. all. She was still Indignant when 3ohn Levine ,rrh.ed and found hr toast- lug herself and the waffles for supper, Indiscriminately. Perhaps it was this sense of indignation that made her less patient than usual with what she was growing to consider the foibles of the male sex. At any rate, she pre- cipitated her carefully planned con- versation with Levine, when the four of them were seated on the back steps, after supper. The others were listening to Lydia's account of her investigating tour with Charlle. "I shouldn't say it was the best idea in the world for you to be wandering through the woods with that young Indian," was Levine's comment when Lydia had flnlshed. "I don't see how you can speak so," cried Lydia, passionately, "when this minute you're taking his pine wood." "Lydia l" said Amos. sharply. "Let her alone. Amos," Levine spoke quietly. "What are you talking about, Lydia?" "The Indians are people, Just like us," she cried, "and you're treating them as if they were beasts. You're robbing them and letting them starve [ Oh, I saw them l Charlie showed the poor things to me---all sore eyes, and coughing and eating dirt. And you're making money out of them! Maybe the very money you paid our note With was made out of a starved squaw. Oh, I can't stand It to think It of you !" Lydia paused with a half sob and for a moment only the gentle ripple of the waves on the shore and the crickets were to be heard. Levlne. el- bow on knee, chin on hand. looked through the dusk at the shadowy sweetness of Lydia's face, his own face calm and thoughtful. "You're so good and kind to me," Lydia began again, "how can you be so hard on the Indians? Are you stealing Charlle's logs? Are you, Mr. Levlne?" "I bought hls pine," replied Levine quietly. "He doesn't believe it. lie thinks you're stealing. And he's so afraid of you. Why does he feel that way, Mr. LevlneT' "Lydia ! Whet're you saying i" ex- claimed Amos. "Keep out, Amos," said Levtne. "We've got to clear this up. I've been expecting It, for some time. Lydia, zears ago before the government be- gan to support the Indians, they were a fine, upstanding race. The whites could have learned a lot from them. They were brave, and honorable, and moral, and in a primitive way, thrifty. Well. then the sentimentalists among the whites devised the reservation system and the allowance system. And the Indians have gpne to the devil Just as whites would under like cir- cumstances. Any human being has to earn what he eats or he degenerates. The only way to save those Indians up there is to kick them out. The strong ones will live and be assimi- lated Into our civilization. The weak ones will die, Just like weak whites do." "But how about Charlle's pines?" in- sisted Lydia. "What makes him think you're stealing them? And he says that when the pines go, the tribe will die. , "I paid for the pine," insisted Le- vine. "An Indian has no idea of buy- ing and selling. It's a eruel incident, this breaking up of the reservation, but it's like cutting off a leg to save the patient'S life. Sentiment is wast- ed." Lydia was turning over in her mind the scene In the woods between John and the half-breeds. That, then, was a part of the process of removing the patient's leg I The end Justified the means. She heaved a great sigh of relief. "Well, then, I don't have to worry about that any more," she said. "Only, I don't dare to think about those starving old squaws, or the baby that froze to death." "That's right," agreed Levlne, com- fortably. "Don't think about them." If there was still a doubt In the back of Lydia's mind regarding the reservation, for a time. at least, she succeeded In quieting It. One of the not unimportant results of the camping trip was that Lydia rediscovered the pine by the gate. It was the same pine against which she had beaten her little fists the night of Patlenee's death. She liked to sit on the steps and stare at It, dreaming and wondering. For the Indians and the pines were now unalterably associated In Lydia's mind. The llfe of one depended on that of the other. Strange thoughts and perhaps not altogether cheerful and wholesome thoughts for a girl of Lydia's age. So It was probably well that Mar- gery about this time began to show Lydia a certain Margery-esque type of attention. In her heart. In spite of her mother's teachings. Margery had always shared her father's admiration for Lydia. In her childhood it had been a grudging, Jealous admiration that seemed like actual dislike. But as Margery developed as a social fa- vorite and Lydia remained about the same quiet little dowd, the Jealousy of the banker's daughter gave way to liking. Therefore, several times a week, Margery appeared on her bicycle, her embroidery bag dangling from the handle bars. The two girls would then establish themselves on cushions by the water and sew and chatter. One day Lydia said, "I wish we had hardwood floors like yours." "What kind are yours?" Inquired Margery. "Just pine, and kind of mean, splin- tery pine, {dO. "Upstairs at Olga's all the floors were that way," said Margery, "and they had a man come and sandpaper 'era and put kind of putty stuff in the cracks and oil and wax 'era and they look fine." "Gee!" said Lydia, thoughtfully. "I'll do it I And I'll cut our old liv- ing-room carpet up into two or three rugs. Llzzle'll have to squeeze enough out of the grocery money for fringe. I'd rather have fringe than a fall coat." Amos, coming home a night or so later, found the living-room floor bare and Lydia hard at work wlth a bit of glass and sandpaper, scraping at the slivers "Ain't It awful?" asked Lizzie from the dining room. "She would do it." "Lizzie's complained all day," said Lydia. "She doesn't realize how our house looks like 'poverty and destruc- tion' compared with other folks'. I'm going to get some style into It, if I have to tear it down. Oh, daddy, don't you get sick of being poor?" ''Yes," said Amos, shortly, "and I think you're a silly girl to wear your- sel out on this kind of thing." Lydia sat up and looked at him. She was growing fast and was thinner than ever, this summer. "If mother was alive," she said, "she'd know ex- actly how I feel." Suddenly there came to Amos' mem- ory a weak and tender voice, with con- tralto notes In It like Lydia's. '%ydla," he said, abruptly, "make the house over If you want to, my dear," and he marched out to the kitchen to wash and take off his overalls. It took Lydia several days to com- plete her task. When it was done the CX*'eXo)X.:,.X*:.X,, I,:.I,'..I.:oX.:.X(.X.oX,:,I,:oX*:oX.:*X.:.I.'XCXXotoX(,Io:.I.:. XX ,)X.) Greek Sphinx The Greek sphinx was not a monu- ment, like the surviving sphinxes of Egypt. She was a creature of Greek mythology, having the body of a lion. the wings of a bird, the tall of s ser- pent and the head of a woman. She presented the Thebans with s riddle, according to the legend, and slew all those who were unable tto guess it. Edlpus solved it at length, and in cha- grin she cast herself over a cllt and died. Somewhat similar composite figures are familiar in Egyptian art---bodies of lions with heads of ether animals or of men. The Greeks called these representatlongsphinxes, and we have adopted their trm. To the Egyp- tians, however, the figures were artis- tic conceptions of an Imaginary ant. real believed to be a favorite incarna- tion of Re, the sun god. The pharaohs were held to be the descendants of Re, and his representatives on earth. For that reason the face of a sphinx Baldness and Braln We learn something new every day. Thus a scientist has diacovered a close kinship between the lo of hair and the growth of brains. That is to say the bald-headed man Is more Intel- lectual than hs weU-thatehed brother, Perhaps, perhapS. But the bald- headed men have  to prove tt.-- Phllsdehb- Inqulre, Unlike Ideas Of Egyptians was modeled after that of the reigning monarch, or sometimes from that of the queen. Of the numerous Egyptian sphinxes the most celebrated and remarkable. of course, is the Great Sphinx of Gi- zeh. lying among the pyramids as a guardian of the necropolis. From in- scriptions found on this famous mon- ument when the dust of ages was .cleared away from the front of It in 186, the figure is taken to represent Harmachls, a special form of the sun god. Forgivable ;/ames M. Whistler, the artist, who was noted for his peculiarities, on one occasion was walking about an art gallery, gazing with eyeglass in ac- tion at the pictures. Another artist, who knew him slightly, was sitting in the center of the room when a friend approached him and begged an Intro- duction to Whistler. Feeling very proud to be able to grant his friend's request, he rose and approached the American, "Oh, Mr. Whistler," he said a little nervously, "excuse me,  ia my friend. Mr. B." Whistler halted In his slow march around the room, and then looking back over his shodder end castin a rapid glance at B., he replied, "Oh, in. welL it dom't matter." cracks were still prominent and ths oily finish was spotted. But In Lydia's eyes It was a work of art and she cut the old carpet into three parts with enthusiasm. She sewed the fringe on the rugs, on the front porch. Sitting so, she could see Margery when she appeared far down the road. On the afternoon on which she finished the last of the rugs Charlle Jackson and not Margery appeared. He admired the rugs and the gleam of the shining floor through the door- way. Then, without preamble, hs asked, "Did you talk to Levine, Lydia?" "Y es," she said. "He---he Just doesn't see it any way but his, Char- llel tte Insists that the only way to save you Indians Is to make you work for a living." "He's doing It all for our good, huh?" sneered Charlle. "He doesn't pretend. He says he wants the land. He's pying for It, though." "Paying for it!" cried the Indian. "How's he paying for it, do you know T' "No, and I don't want to know l I'm tired of hearing things about Mr. Levine." "I don't care If ou are," said Char- lle, grimly. "You--hlht as well decide right now whether you're going to take hlm or me for your friend. You can't have us both." "1 wouldn't give up Mr. Levine for anyone on earth." Lydia' voice shook with her earnestness. "And I don't see why I have to be dragged into thts business. I've nothing to do with It." "You have, too! You're white, and it's every white's business to Judge in this. You'll be taking some of the profits of the reservation if it's thrown open, yourself." "I will noti" cried Lydia. I wouldn't want an Inch of that land." Then she caught her breath. Some- thing within her said, "Wouldn't, eh not the vast acres of cathedral plne you thought of as yours, at camp?" She flushed and repeated vehemently, "Not an Inch!" Charlle smtled cynically. "Listen, Lydia, /'11 tell you how Levine pa for his Indtan lands." CHAPTER Xll The H;gh School Senior "Years ago," began Charlle, grimly, "'my father foresaw what the whites were trying to do. None of the other full-bloods believed him. Father was the chief of the tribe and he calle council after council until t. last they all decided he'd better go to Washing- ton and see if he could get help from the Indian commissioner. Even then John Levine had a following of half- breeds. He told the yellow curs to kidnap my father and he'd see if he "Father Put Up an Awful Fight and They Killed Him." could make him more reasonable. o the half-breeds laid in ambush the day father started for Washington. Fa- ther put up an awful fight and they killed him I" "Oh, Charlle!" cried Lydia, drop- ping her sewing. "Oh, Charlle i" "Yes," said the Indian, tensely, "and though Le,lne wasn't there he was Just as much my father's murderer as If he'd fired the shot. Of course, noth- tng was ever done by the authorttte tt was hushed up as an Indian brawl. But my sister, she was twenty then, she found out about Levlne and she came in and set fire to his house one night, thinking she'd burn him to death. Instead of that, she Just scared his old hired  man, who wu drunk. Levine wad away from home. But he's a devil. He found out |t was my sister and he told her the onty way she could keep from being Jailed was to ell him all our pizs--- a hundred dollars. 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