Show chef TH DEATH OF LITTLE LUE A heart capable Copi blo of f I 1 intense t ansa Is X within many a hough interior our ghostly white topped w wagons had rounded into camp near kingfisher tho the sun had bet set and there was a golden blush on tag we western sky ahl I 1 remco ler ber the scene well as we all gathered around old gunderson who sat on the prairie with his head bowed and liis his straggling ing gray hair falling over a childish face and mingling with curls that seemed like spun gold ho ile held his daughter in his arms and at every faint respiration tho the old mans sinewy hands bands clutched convulsively as though lie realized how vain was all his strength to save his child we were boomers and all tho the way from caldwell little lue had been ailing I 1 mg ile her r face grew paler and her checks flushed a brighter crimson day by day she could not support herself toward the last and ono one of the boys drove old Gun dersons wagon while bo he sat behind and held the girl in his arms all through the lonely cherokee Chero keo strip what torture must that wretched father have borne sleeplessly watching his dying childs and the beads and heaps of white bones that bleached and decayed beside the trail what ominous reminders of death must they have been to old gunderson 1 III how is she gunderson asked some ono one in a whisper he ile turned his bloodshot blod shot eye upward for a moment and liis his face pinched pin clied and drawn with grief was muto answer to tho the words fat Fd therl orl tho the sound r was as just audible and ani little lues eyelids raised slowly what is it dearie asked the old man pressing his bearded lips to the childs 1 I had such a beautiful dream father it was night it seemed like and all at once a great big bigg star fell from up there and hung in the sky just over my head then I 1 heard mothers voice oh so sweet and sad and she said come dearie kiss jour your father and come to me inc little luea Lues words became inaudible after this thi sand and sho she sank do down wearily in III her fathers arms W wo e all stood sadly by and saw tha child at last lift herself with a quick effort and put both arms about her fathers neck then she kissed him and murmuring 1 I am BC sc tired she again lay quietly on old gunderson a breast slowly rocking to and fro the old man kept liis his eyes on lier her faco face and never once removed them then we drifted away one bj by one an and attended to our cam camp P duties with heavy hearts it was not long till some one carno came and faid to me ben little luo lue is dead and old gunderson doo ant know I 1 walked back to the old ohl man where he lie tat sat still rocking his burden and one glance at the childs face proved that she had passed away gunderson un derson I 1 sald said huskily little lue is is gone he looked at mo vacantly a moment then with a start lie peered into his childs face lie ile realized the truth laid the dead child down and dashed off inac the night with a cry of anguish there Is a rude grave on oil the prairie just at the border of what was once the Chey prine and arapahoe reservation and a clumsy hea headstone tone marks tho the spot sacred to the memory of little luo and her father forwe for wo found old gunderson sor ot dead lead the next morning killed by his own hand detroit free press from |