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CHAPTER I. Abraham Lincoln lay stretched on his stomach, his head supported by his hands, facing the cooper's fireplace. A blaze of shavings and blocks lighted cobwebby beams overhead, cleaD staves and hoop-poles standing around the wall, the cooper's work-bench and tools, the lank, aguish face of a man who sat on a keg beside the hearth, holding a book from which the young student recited. The shop had part of a log left out in the side, filled, like all New Salem windows, with oiled paper instead of glass. Outer darkness made this a blurred oblong framed by logs. People knew that the cooper let: young Lincoln turn his shop into a study every evening, and no one be fore this night had come picking at the latch. "The string's pulled in Minter," said Lincoln, turning his head, as sup pressed laughter and a shuffle of feet on the log step disturbed his recitation. "Never mind the boys they'll go way pietty soon." "Maybe the Grove fellows have come to town," said the aguish young man on the keg, listening anxiously. "They'd as lief break in the cooper's paper as not." "I reckon we'd better hurry, any- way," urged the student, and he con tinued repeating as rapidly as he could the remainder of the lesson. Presently with a click the door turned back on its wooden hinges and bumped the wall. "I know you, Slicky," declared the interrupted scholar without looking. "Come in. Folks wouldn't give you the name of Slicky Green if you hadn't a way of getting what you want." He scooped a double handful of blocks and shavings on the blaze, and, warned by some unusual restraint at the door, hastily drew up his length before the, fire. It showed him a slim giant in blue homespun trousers, which did not quite cover his ankles, and an open roundabout hanging loosely from the shoulders, and betraying the fact that his vest was buttoned crooked. See ing a stranger on the threshold with the boy he called Slicky, Lincoln ran his hand through his dark hair, leaving it tossed in every direction. "How did you know I was home from college,'Abe? Dick and I rode in from the farm on purpose to see you. This is Dick Yates, one of our boys from the Jacksonville school. Dick, this is Abe Lincoln." "How do you do, Dick?" said Abe, offering his hand. "How do you do, Abe?" said Dick, seizing it. "And here's our schoolmaster, Minter Grayham," continued Slicky, pi'esenting the paleoccupant of the keg. Minter rose with the dignity of a man who often pronounced words of five syllables. The mounting firelight found reflecting threads in Dick Yates' bright auburn hair. The schoolmaster thought him a beautiful young fellow, with modest manners. His features, perfectly modeled a*nd rosy as a girl's, were manly, from full forehead to out standing chin. Though of a robust, well knit figure for a lad of 18, his head barely reached Lincoln's shoulder as the two stood looking at each other. "I've been telling Dick so much about you, Abe, that he wanted to see you," said Slicky. Abe blushed and Dick blushed, with eager fiiendliness and recognition of power. "Are you studying Blackstone?" inquired Dick, indicating the huge book which Minter Grayham held closed. "Yes. It's mighty interesting read ing to me." "I'm going to study law, too. But it scares me to death to begin a debate and Slicky says you make a fine speech." "If I ever met you as an opponent, I'd want some advantage. S'pose we make a compact to work together on our first case?" "Done!" said Yates. "It's as good as won." "William Green!" spoke a girl's voice from the humid spring darkness out Side "have you forgot how bad the wolves are in the timber we have to ride through?" "Come in, girls!" exclaimed the pro prietor of the rough study. His tutor echoed the invitation. "It's Abe's re* cess. Come in, Nancy and Ann Rut ledge, and the rest of you." Half a dozen figures emerged from the night of the village street, bearing Nancy Green company, laughing and half reluctant and let themselves be coaxed into sharing a long bench which the boys drew up before the fire. It was like an invasion of swallows. Abe xaked up all the shavings and blocks and brought them to the hearth. A festive spirit filled the place. Nearly all the girls were bareheaded, in linsey dresses. They had stepped out of their homes along the winding road for the mere pleasure of being abroad and free from the tasks at the end of the day with the exception of Nancy Green, and Martha Bell Clary, who had come from Clary's Grove to stay all night with Mahala Cameron. A simi lar group of young people in a French cabin would have cleared the floor directly for dancing, all the merrier for having met unexpectedly. But these children of serious Massachusetts, Tennessee, Carolina, and Kentucky pioneers held experience meeting in stead. The state was still so young. f" SPANISH PEGGY A STORY OF YOUNG ILLINOIS MARY HARTWELL CATHERWOOD Copyright, 1899, by Herbert S. Stone & Co, and their knowledge of the wide world so limited, that they and their elders took primitive delight in telling over their own adventures. The oftener a story was repeated the more dignity it acquired. "Talking about wolves," said young Greenj when nobody had said a word about wolves since the girls' entrance, looking at his sister with sly enjoy ment, "I was going afoot to the mill early one morning last summer, and met two in the patha black one and i gray one. I stood still and looked at them, and they stood still and looked at me. I knew if I turned to run they would pull me down in a minute. Finally I whipped out my jack-knife and cut a rosin-weed, and lashed at them, yelling with all my might. They were so scarred they ran like sheep." "Or like that wagon that you stopped before we came to Illinois," retorted his sister Nancy. "When daddy was going to move from Car'lina he bought a new wagon. We children had never seen such a thing, and we climbed the spokes, and William took hold of the chain on the tongue. The wagon started down hill, and everybody let go but William. The tongue ran into a tree and broke, and left the chain in his hand. 'I was going to hold on if it killed me, mother,' says he. 'For if that wagon had got away, how were we going to move out to Illinois?" "Speaking about sheep," continued young Green, as if he had not heard the wagon story, "daddy told Nancy when she was herding the sheep, that she must carry a bag with her and save the wool that stuck to the bushes. Our old ewe was tame, and it was easier to pick the wool off her back than to hunt through the bushes. So Nancy picked the old ewe, and came home with a full poke two nights hand run ning. The first night daddy praised her but the second night he found it out!" "I wasn't ten years old then," re membered Nancy "and my conscience hurt me worse the first night than daddy's punishment did the second." "That reminds me, Nancy," said Lincoln, "of what your mother told me Slicky did when he was about ten years old. He brought In some frozen eggs A FURIOUS WOMAN WHACKED THE WRITHING OBJE CT WITH A CRUTG-H AS HARD AS SHE COULD PLANT THE BLOWS. and raked out the coals and put the eggs to thaw on her best pewter platter. She said when she found the melted pewter running all over the hearth she felt discouraged about him!" Ann Rutledge laughed, and fhmg one of her thick auburn braids behind her shoulder. "Haven't you any tale to tell of Abe, Minter Grayham?" Minter Grayham, used to having hi3 name prolonged by the soft southern drawl with gentle familiarity, smiled and shook his head. No one around the cooper's fire-place-had a sense of the degradation of poverty or the triviality of any human experience. Life in New Salem was full of zest which they brought from Massa chusetts, from Kentucky and Tennes see and Carolina mountains, and from good English ancestry though it was merely the ordinary pioneer life of a young state. As Abe cast on more fuel and the blaze flared higher, a scream like a rabbit's pierced the doorway, and something writhed over the step on the puncheon floor. A furious woman, the vision of a witch, with beard grow ing tufted on her long chin, whacked the writhing object with a crutch as hard as she could plant the blows. Ann Rutledge screamed. "Hold on!" cried Lincoln in two cr three long strides. "Don't do that!" He received on his arm the last stroke of the stick, which the woman carried with her as she ran from him. "Oh, my dear!" said Ann, brushing shavings off a little girl whom she helped up from the floor, "are you hurt?" "Sally got me that time!" the child answered, hopping to balancp herself, and laughing while tears ran down her cheeks. "She took my crui ch from me so I couldn't run. But I saw this door open, and goody! I'm in!" "And she was born a white woman!" cried Ann indignantly. "Sally Shick shack behaves like a savage! You THE PRINCETON TJKIOK: would think she was the Indian ana Shickshack the white." "I'm nimbler than Sally when I have my crutch," laughed the child, still weeping through her laughter, and trying to swallow her sobs. Ann and Dick Yates helped her to the cooper's bench. Piteous and ^courageous as the little figure was, the other girls looked at her with disfavor, and one of the younger Rutledges whispered to Ma hala Cameron that "a certain person was always tagging Ann," as if resent nig interference with a sister's privi lege. "Never mind, Peggy," said Lincoln, cheerfully. "Sally will make a man of you if hard knocks can do it. Where are Shickshack and the boy?" "They haven't come in from hunt ing yet" "And Sally took the opportunity to enjoy herself." He drew his own large bandana hand kerchief out of his pocket and kindly wiped the child's face. She hiccoughed in her effort to control more tears, and smiled at him. Ann kept one arm around her, and brushed down the hair which straggled to her shoulders. Peggy had a colorless, aquiline Jace, and a prominent though tiny mouth, her short upper lip failing to quite con ceal her teeth. Her dress was of soft tanned deerskin and showed by its lines that it had been cut out by a masculine knife instead of by feminine scissors. There was. scarcely a fold to conceal her slim shape, and its scanti ness displayed one moccasined foot hanging down. Her other foot was curled under the bench, while pointing straight at the fire was a wooden leg strapped to her knee. She tried with careful hands to spread the skin drapery over it. Dick Yates could not help looking at her with curiosity. Even in that time when so many mixed elements went to the creating of a settlement, she was an unusual figure. Ann Rut ledge, seeking on Peggy's head and back the welts left by the crutch, noticed the inquiry in his eye and answered it. "She is not Sally Shickshack's child, or Shickshack's, either. They have been in New Salem only a little while. He is a Sac Indian and likes to live among white men. His white wife you saw. She has a stepson, I think, a Canadian boy. There are four in the family. Shickshack and his wife have no children of their own, though people say she was married twice before. He is a good Indian." The good Indian that moment ap peared at the door with his wife's step son behind him. That he had almost cpme upon his #rife in the act of using the crutch was evident, for he carried the crutch in his hand, and had not yet unslung from his back a full game-, lfcig. His gun he rested against the wall within the door. "Come in, everybody," cried young Green. "All New Salem is on a frolic to-night Sally has just been here en joying herself, Shickshack, and we expected you and Antywine would fol- low." The Indian with dignity stepped upon the puncheons, and as soon as he saw Peggy a look of satisfaction re lieved the tension of his face. She sat still within Ann Rutledge's arm, but gave the men of^ her family an affectionate glance. Antywine, who had probably been christened Antoine, and was known to bear the name of La Chance, kept shyly in the back ground, lifting himself with a graceful spring to sit by the vise on the cooper's high work-bench. But Shickshack strode forward to sit in full council, as became his age and character, Minter Grayham hastily giving him the keg. The blaze showed his moccasins roughened by much tramping, and his leggins fringed down the outside seams. But Shickshack had compro mised with the white man's dress by subtituting a roundabout for a hunting-shirt. This was buttoned around the breech-cloth girding his waist, but stood open, show ing his sinewy red neck at the top. He had also let his hair grow and it made a black thatch upon his head. Dick Yates gave Shickshack the grave salutation which be knew an Indian loved. The Sac fastened his eyes on Dick as the chief man at the fire, and the one for whom perhaps it had been kindled. Though his face did not betray it, he was pleased also to hear the young pale face talking to Peggy under the chatter of other voices. "You have as much spunk as a boy," approved Dick. "I like to see a little girl able to hush up crying." "But I am not a little girl," said Peggy. "I am 15 years old." "Fifteen, Peggy! You can't be 15! I thought you were about 10." "That's because I amjso little for my age. And my name isn't really eggy." "They called you Peggy." "That's because I have a peg leg. My own name is Consuelo Lorimer. And I have another that the Sacs called tne." Everybody who went to Minter Gray ham's school-house, knew that her name was set down as Consuelo Lori mer on his book. It meant nothing in New Salem, but Yates heard it with quick interest. "Was old Don Luis Lorimer, who used to be a Spanish governor down the river a long while ago, any rela tion of yours?" Shickshack on his keg uttered so strong a grunt that all the others stopped talking and listened. "The young chief knows a heap," said Shickshack. "I only know there was such a gov ernor, on old Spanish groundpart French himself, but his wife was pure Spanish. I've been to Cape Girardeau. But I don't know whether he has any living descendants or not." "Last grandchild," said Shickshack, indicating Peggy. Her eyes moved ap prehensively romr'white lad to Indian. THURSDAY, OCTOBER "Then you're a Spaniard?" said Dick. "I'm nor a Spaniard!" denied Peg gy, facing down the accusation vehe mently. "I'm white!" "Spaniards are-white." "I'm like white folks in New Salem," insisted Peggy, repudiating the vague foreign taint. She saw the young Rut ledges and Mahala Cameron and Martha Bell Clary looking at her sus piciously. Spanish governors cut no figure in the imagination of New Sa lemites. "I suppose you are of mixed blood and really ought to be called a Creole," pursued Dick, interested in the case. "That's a kind of a pullet," whis pered Martha Bell to Mahala. "I'm not of mixed blood!" cried Peg gy, unable to bear any more. "Why, everybody here is of mixed blood!" asserted Dick, and that was a comfort. It gave her the chance to look back at her antagonists. "Have you never told her that she was Spanish?" Dick inquired of Shick shack. The silent Indian shook his head. His impassive face glowed in the fire light. Young Yates seemed to have cast a spell on him. From the con tents of his heavy game-bag, which he had unslung as he entered and left be side his gun, to the secrets of his past, he was ready to lay everything he owned at the young chief's feet. "How did the Sac brave come to adopt the Spanish child?" inquired Dick. Shickshack silently admired his knowledge of how to address a Sac brave without offensively shouting out that brave's name fn public. "No father. No mother. Me hunt with her father on the Platte. Me love white men since that time. Never in my life me shed white man's blood. When he die h"e give his child to me." "Was Peggy lame from the start?" inquired Ann. Shickshack looked at her steadily without replying. Then he shook his head. "Me love white men. Me marry white woman," he answered, and dropped his face. "Does he mean that Sally lamed her?" whispered Ann to Lincoln. "Sally is a mighty energetic wom- an," admitted Lincoln, smiling from the hearth corner. A huge mole showed in the crease made under his cheek by a smile. "Will the young chief be here to morrow?" Shickshack asked Dick Yates. "No. We must go back to Jackson ville to-morrow." Slicky Green added that it was not vacation time. The two had begged a day off on account of his extreme homesickness and would have to ride early next morning. "Me like to talk," said the Sac, fix ing his gaze on Dick. "Me have some thing for the young chief's ear." "We oan take a walk together now," suggested Dick. Shickshack rose up at once, ^he sheath of a long hunting-knife hung dpwn his side by a leather strap. He had kept Peggy's crutch in his hand. He stood it against the wall beside the chimney, and Dick stepped over the bench to follow him. "Hello!" shouted a cheerful voice. Two horses were brought up abreast, facing the door, their hoofs at the very step. Light shone out over them and their riders, revealing the weekly mail carrier with the post-bag from Spring field bulging on each side of his sad dle, and his leggins splashed with mud, and a stranger having black eyes and hair and mustache, whose entire equipment was foreign. Shickshack stood while he drew one breath and looked at the stranger. For the first time a Sac war-whoop was heard in New Salem, and as he yelled he snatched his hunting-knife from its sheath. CHAPTER II. The whole village knew before bed time how Shickshack had threatened the stranger. A community of interest as swift as the telephone carried news the length of the winding street. "Shickshack screeched loud enough to be heard at Wolf," gasped Mahala Cameron, telling the tale to her folks, "and drew his knife and jumped at the man like a wildcat!" "And Abe Lincoln and the other boys caught him," put in Martha Bell Clary, assisting her. "The man's horse and the mail-carrier's horse both reared upthey were scared nearly to death like the rest of us! But just as soon as the boys caught hold of Shickshack he dropped his head and stood like he was ashamed." "He's a live Indian yet," said Ma hala Cameron's father. "He'll stir him self and take a scalp one of these days. I wonder what he had against the stranger?" Rutledge's tavern entertained rare travelers who stayed over night in New Salem. The candles were all put out early, yet before folks covered their fires they had in some way absorbed the facts about the new arrival. He was a well-spoken man, with a for eign twist to his tongue, inclined to laugh at the rage of Shickshack, whom he knew very well. He told openly that he was Don Pedro Lorimer, a sugar planter from the island of Cuba, and that his errand through the states was political in the main though he intended when other matters pressed him less, to remove his half wild young cousin, Consuelo Lorimer, from the care of the Indian, who had taken ad vantage of her father's death on the plains to adopt her. A tropical sun had given him the darkest skin ever carried by a white man around New Salem. He walked abroad in the early morning, and hav ing had Shickshack's closed house pointed out to him, stood and looked at it smiling, without attempting to enter. 22, 1903. PROFESSIONAL CARDS. G.ROSS CALEY* M. D., PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office and Residence over Jack's Drug Store Tel.Rural, 36. Princeton, Minn. JLVERO L. MCMILLAN, LAWYER. Office in Odd Fellows' Building. Princeton, Minn. J.A. ROSS, ATTORNEY AT LAW. Office in Carew Block, Main Street, Princeton. BUSINESS CARDS. M. KALIHER, BARBER SHOP & BATH ROOMS. 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