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A College For Young Women
A true home for young women that pos
sesses all the desirable elements. Beautifully
and healthfully located in the foothills of Mid
dle Georgia in a region where the winter cli
mate is mild yet invigorating. Fifty-two acres
in campus. Atmosphere of Christian culture
and refinement.
Four years collegiate course leading to A. B. de
gree. Foremost American and European institutions
represented on faculty.
Full departments of Music, Art, Expression,
Languages, Science, Household Economics and Pre
paratory. Gymnasium with tennis, basketball, etc.
Attractive Booklet upon Request.
C. H. S. JACKSON, A. M., LL. D.,
President.
r orsyt'.'i Georgia
SHORTER. COLLEGEI
CL- ROME » GEORGIA y
r A High Grade Institution for Young Women. Beautifully
! Sk i located near the Mountains in the most healthful section of the South—not
1 a death in the College during the forty years of its existence. A widely
Vt. patronized institution. Every convenience of the modern home. Every
iWbtl /WV bed room connected with study and private bath. Thoroughly mod
fAylifP \ \ uXU) ern buildings of re-enforced concrete, absolutely fire proof. 200 acres in
M'zr/ grounds and campus. Large faculty from the leading American and
European universities. Full literary course leading to A. B. degree. Best b
advantages in Music, Art. Expression and Domestic Science. Physical
Development emphasized. Address
A. W. VAN HOOSE, President. Box 45, Rome. Georgia
I . ■ . . 3 Southern
< Female College
IfilL % Founded in 1842
Located in Georgia’s ideal college
city, the beautiful “City of Roses
and Elms.” An altitude of 800
f eet ' winters and healthful
This famous old college has been the chosen institution of learning for girls for three suc
cessive generations—the second oldest chartered college for women in America. Mothers
throughout Dixie point with pride to the training given them here, and are proud to send
us their daughters.
The college provides a strong faculty, modern, sanitary thoroughly equipped buildings,
a beautiful campus. The college course includes industrial, normal and religious training,
music and art. Seventy first session opens Sept. 11. Write for catalog and terms. Address
J. E. RICKETSON, President,
Box 18. LaGrange, Ga.
Atlanta College of Pharmacy
Twenty-1 wo years of remarkably successful work. Greater demand for our graduates
than we can supply. Best attendance south of Philadelphia. Begins Oct. fith. Address
GEORGE F. I’AY'NE, Ph.G., President : : 255 Courtland St., Atlanta, Georgia
NORMAN J 1
INSTITUTE
Norman Park,
A Christian School for Boys and Girls. Electric Lights, Steam Heat, Artesian Water, Board and!
Tuition, sll7. Write for Catalogue.
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF AUG. 28
and do nothing that could possibly
excite the savages to wrath. Her hope
of life was small, for she had never
yet heard of Red Knife’s having rob
bed a white man or woman without
taking a scalp! But still something
might depend upon her manner of
treating them and, for the sake of
those loved ones, she would not
throw a chance away.
So, as calmly as possible, she re
plied to the savage that, if he and
his companions would sit down, she
would get them as much as they want
ed to eat.
“Get eat; but first get rum!”
grunted Red Knife.
“Ah! ugh! get rum!” cried the oth
er two.
Mrs. Henderson hesitated. If they
had rum and got drunk, they would
be sure to kill her and her children.
They would do it, if only for sport.
But she was not allowed to hesitate
a great while.
“No have rum first,” said the lead
er, drawing his knife as he spoke;
“then have blood first, and rum we
find when we want him.”
For an instant the woman’s heart
grew sick and faint, and her head diz
zy, but, with a mighty effort, she re
gained her composure.
“You do not understand me,” she
said. “I was trying to think where
was the key. My husband has men
to work for him, and he fears they
get too much.”
At this little bit of innocent fibbing
the Indians laughed, and Mrs. Hender
son stepped to the mantel and took
down a key and then went to the
dresser and got a pitcher, after which
she told them to wait while she went
and drew the rum.
The whiskey was in a half-barrel
in the little store room, at the back
side of the house and when the pitch
er was about half full Red Knife made
his appearance. His eyes sparkled
when he saw the cask and quickly
putting the woman aside, he took the
p'tcher from her hand, the liquor run
ning, meantime, upon the floor.
“See!” cried the hostess, “you lose
much rum so.”
“Ugh! How fix him?”
She showed him how to turn the
stop of the faucet, and when he had
drank his fill, he refilled the pitcher,
carried it into the kitchen, and gave it
to his companions, who very quickly
emptied it; whereupon Red Knife said
to the woman:
“You get vittles —quick! We hun
gry. I get rum.”
One more effort and our little wom
an overcame the faint spell, and went
at work setting the table, upon which
she placed nearly all the prepared
food she had in the house; and when
she had done all she could, she told
them they could eat. They looked
at her, then looked at the table, lit
erally groaning beneath its weight
of food.
“Ugh!” grunted Red Knife, and with
a prolongation of the grunt in h : s
throat, he gathered the cloth by the
corners, piling everything into a con
fused mass, and, lifting it from the
table, he deposited it upon the floor,
after which the three sat down and
commenced to claw out the food from
the broken dishes.
Mrs. Henderson drew back and
watched them. They had emptied the
pitcher a second time, and Red Knife
had himself refilled it, as before. They
were growing crazy with fire-water
very fast; and as they squatted there
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upon the floor and ate, they talked in
their own unearthly gutturalism; but
the poor listener could make out, from
their looks and signs, that they were
talking of her and the children, and
that they bad arranged that each
should have a scalp—Red Knife claim
ing hers! She was sure that was
what they talked of.
Hark! The little one awoke, and
called, “Mamma, Mamma!”
and when they had discovered whence
came the new sound, Red Knife cried
out with a smile of horrid joy corru
gating his demon face:
“Ah—ha! Two scalps for me! Me
big brave! Ugh!”
Merciful God. What could she do/
Had she been alone she might have
taken to flight; but not now, with the
little ones there! Under the weight
of a power so dread that she could
not throw it off, she sank into a chair,
and a dizziness came over her, which
lasted until she heard the savages
getting upon their feet.
“Oh!” she cried in her own thought
“why cannot some one come with a
grist now!” But there was no hope,
no hope! She looked up, expecting
to see the sharp knives drawn; and
the picture came to her terror-fraught
mind of the massacre of her little
ones! But the Indians were not quite
ready to silence the woman’s tcngue
forever. One more item of informa
they sought. Red Knife staggered
up toward her, his face made more
horrible by its drunken leer, and his
voice abominably coarse and porcine.
“Ugh! Look, squaw! Big warrior,
me! Fight much —give away much —
spend much money. Now money all
gone—me want more. Show me where
pale face put silver and gold! Look!
squaw—one, two, three little ones.
They worth money/ Then show Red
Knife where it is!”
With a power that, for the moment,
deprived her of strength to stand,
came a thought of possible deliver
ance! It flashed upon her like light
ning, and in a moment her course
was clear before her. If she failed,
she could but die. If she succeeded,
she and her children might be saved.
A little while and she was able to
speak.
“I know that Red Knife is a great
warrior, and I know that he will have
money if he says so. I do not like to
give Red Knife my husband’s money,
but I would rather give him every
piece than be killed. So come with
me, and I will show you where my
husband keeps it hidden.”
She spoke to her little ones to come
slowly after her, but to keep well
away from the Indians. Then she led
the way to the mill, entering the
apartment below the grinding room,
and while she kept her tongue in mo
tion for the purpose of attracting the
attention of the savages, she glided
up by the wall and opened a little
trap door, about two feet square,
which she said would let light into
the cellar. This done, she proceeded
to another trap in lifting which she
was obliged to call for assistance. Red
Knife was too drunk to move quick
ly, but his two companions took hold
of the iron ring, and the trap was
raised.
And those who looked down through
the aperture thus exposed gazed upon
the great overshot wheel of the mill.
Mr. Henderson had found the fall suf
ficient for an overshot wheel of eigh
teen feet in diameter, the buckets be
ing six feet long. As this trap com
manded a view of that side of the
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