The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-01-01
MISCELLANY.
From the .Nsw York Knieksrbaeksr.
The Dark Maid of Illinois.

(Coneluded from our last. |,
The sun was just rising above the
eastern horizon, when Pierre nwokc.
The Indian girl bent over him with looks
Of tender solicitude. She had pillowed
bis head upon the soft plumnge of the
swan, and covered him with robes of the
finest fur. She had watched his dreamy |
sleep through the long hours of the
night, and bathed his throbbing tenn
pies with water from the spring, and
passed her slender fingers through his
with the fondness Of young,
glowing affection, until her cares had
soothed the unconscious object of her
tenderness into a calm repose. No
sooner did he open his eyes, than all
the dreadful images of the night became
again pictured upon his Imagination. He
rose, and rushed wildly to the shore.
The boats were just leaving the bank
his companions had been grieved at his
marriage, and alarmed, when they found
he had left the village but Father
Francis, rigid moralist, and stern
man, determined not to wait for him
a moment, and the little baiks were al
ready showed into the stream, when the
haggard barber appeared, and plunged
into the water. As he climbed she side
Of the nearest boat, he conjured his COM
rades in tones of agony, to fly. Imag-
ming that he had discovered some
treachery in their new allies, they o.
beyed the oars were piled with vigour,
and the vessels Of the white strangers
rapidly disappeared from the eyes of the
astonished Illini.
Pierre took to his bed, and remained
an Invalid during the rest Of the voy age.
Nor did he set his foot on shore again.
They descended the Mississippi to the
gulf Of Mexico, where, finding n ship
destined for Fran:e, he took leave Of his
companions, from whom he carefully
concealed the true cause of his alarm.
During the passage across the Atlantic
he recovered his health, and, in some
measure, his spirits but he never re-
gained his thirst for adventure, ambition
10 De marquis, iio desire ~ scrk
gold. On all these subjects he remained
silent as the grave. A new misfortune
awaited him at home, where, to his inf
mite modification, he found Annette
married to lank, sniviling pastry cook
dispensing smiles pies, and sugar-plum,
from behind n counter, and enjoying II.
sauch happiness as she could have tasted
in therank to which he had once destin
ed her. Pierre shrugged his shoulders
snapped his fingers, and resumed hi.
humble occupation. lie lived a barber
and died bachelor.-When the bloom
of youth began to fade from his cheek
and the acu,eness Of his sensibii,ies be-
came a little lunted,-when he saw
his rival, the confectioner, prospering
and growing fat, and tho prospect oi
Annette's becomeiDg n widow more anC
more remote, his reserve wore away, all,
he began to relate his adventures to hi
customers. He became quite celebrated
many flocked to his shop to hear hi
interesting recital, aud the burning LAKE
was added, by common fame, To tho othe
wonders of the new world.
The Indian maid followed the white
stranger to the shore, and saw him de
departed with grief. She gazed at tn
receding boats, until they reached al
angle af the river, where they vanishe
forever and then she sat down and bur
led her fnce in her hands. Her com
panions, in sympathy for her feeln g
left her alone, and when all eyes wer
Withdrawn, she gave vent to her feeling
and wept bitterly over her shame. Sh
had been betroihed in the face by tn
whole tribe, and had been publicly de
serted by her lover. He had fled fror
her with every appearance of terror an
loathing. She was repudia,ed unde
circumstances Of nosorie,y which deepl
wounded her pride I; while a tenderness