The south-western. [volume] (Shreveport, La.) 1852-1870, 1856-03-26

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ed me 70 private marriage, to which consent,
ed. and we were united in the old chapel that
stands BY the mill on yonder stream. After
our marriage, which we did not divulge, my
husband left for his home, with a promise to
return in a month at farthcst, and acknowledge
me as his bride Months and years have gone
BY and have never heard Of him since We
have made enquiries, and Uncle Lewis, our
faithful servant, has been as far as Richmond
in search of him, but no trace has ever been dis
covered. But for the desire to sustain my poor
father in his great affection, and the support 81
a kind Providence, | must have sunk beneath
the sad stroke.
Thomas and Kate were not quite SO hasty as
Charles and myself, but they were to be mar
ried a few days after Charles left for his home.
Cornstalk was aware ofthc day for my sisters
marriage, but Silken Tassel would not believe
it; but because Cornstalk was cold to her, per-
sisted in the belief that Kate was favorable to
her dusky lover.
Thomas accompanied his brother few days
on his journey homeWard, and then returned
towards our cottage. The. third day after
Charles had left us. Kate walked out toward
the main road, hoping to meet Thomas on his
return. She saw Cornstalk approaching, and,
frightened at his ferocious look, ran in another
direction, and, when she got near the river,
Sllken Tassel sprang upon her from behind her
concealment, plunged poisoned dagger in her
heart, and my sweet sister Kate fell lifcless
corpse at the feet of the savage girl. Almost
at the same instant Thomas Rutland came swift
ly up the road, was attacked by Cornstalk,
struck down, and shot through the heart.
Neither Of the Indians knew the intentions Of
the other, and when Cornstalk found that Kate
had been murdered by the hands of Siken Tas-
sci, he was SO enraged thathe plunged the dag
ger into her bosom, and she fell beside the
bleeding form of Kate, herself mangled corpse.
We heard the noise, and Uncle Lewis and my
self fastened to the spot. Judge Of our an
guish and horror on witnessing the tragic
scene! Cornstalk stood erect, ghastly object
lat length he spoke:
1 saved that white fawn from the waters Of
this river. The Great Spirit said she was mine.
I loved her. She loved me not. The white
man came, and she loved him. watched an
opportunity to send him to the hunting grounds
Of the Great Spirit. That opportunity has been
offered me, and I am avenged. silken Tassel,
jealous Of my white faWn, has murdered her,
and have plunged the dagger to herheart. y
Now Cornsalk will live no more moons among
the pale faces. He Will 90 through this dark
river to the land Of the Great Spirit, where lie
will live with the white fawn.' Saying this,
heplunged into the river and sunk beneaththe
waves, never more to rise to mortal life.
Sad and weary oflife, / returned to the cot
tage to acquaint my falherof the terrible trans
actions. The old man was deeply distressed
and would not be comforted. We buried our
dead, and the forestrose ofspring has bloomed
over the remains Of my beloved sister Kate
Campbell, and her Inflated lover. The Indian
maiden sleeps beside them as calmly as though
nothing had eycreoccufred to mar their peace.
Mary Campbell finished her story, and after
short time Mr.. Boswell approached her and
placed the miniature likeness Of a lady, appa=
renty in the first budding Of wonanhood, in
her hand; a scream escaped her, and she look
ed at him who handedit with an inquiring gaze.
Mary! Isit possible that time has SO changed
me that you do not recognize me? am your
husband, Charles Rutland. After a long abb
sence, forced upon me at FIRST by proud and
cruel father, and afterwards by being a prison.
er in a foreign land, came here to throw my
self at your feet; but, on finding you did not
recognize me, Iwooed you under fictitious
name. Forgive me this deception, my below
ed, and come to my bosom as its dearest tlea-
sure
Words cannot describe the scene which fol-
lowed. The returned husband explained how
he had been hurried abroad, how often lie had
written to his wife, and never having heard
from her, feared his father had intercepted his
letters. as indeed he had, how he was i'm
prisoned for years in Spain, and, as he beley-
ed, by his sfather's contrivance, and how, after
years of trial and misfortune. he at length was
restored to his loved one Of earth.
And now, dear Charles, how could you so
ong conceal from me your identity?'
& wished, my dear one, TO .fnd out the real
state Of your feelings gs--Wliether you could still
owe and remember one who had seemingly
neglected you. Ofthe sadfate Of Kate and my
brother had heard before came here, but |
wished to get the story from you.
Now we will and love as true as though
Misfortune and sorrow had never rolled those
lark waves over us.
A friend told us recently that our anecdotes
If the legislator who wanted the constitution to
un through lis farm, and ofhs worthy broth |
II who did not think his constituents had any
ense, reminded him Of the freaks Of distin- I
,uished Michigan state senator, who, in his
lay, was the unfailing source Of half the fun at |
he capitol. Upon one occasion, while some
esolutions were under discussion which in
olyed an endorsement Of the action Of the +
dichigan delegation in congress upon the tariff
question, this gentleman sprung to his feet, ex-
tanning:
Mr.. PRESIDENT do not care a curse about
his plaguy tariff; but m afraid that the wings
'ill geta branch of the d-d thing in this State!'
The same gentleman was at another time
nade the victim ofthe sarcasm and irony Of a
olitcal opponent, who, in a long and personal
peech against hinl3in the senate chamber, ac-
used him. among other things, of having stolen
ne livery of heaven the serve the devil in.-
'nr friend rose tosreply, violently agitated and
,embling with Indignation. He said
Mr.. PRESIDENT This is the first lime in all
" life that was accused Of stealing! Ny op-
onent says that / have stolen the library Of 3
eaven! Mr.. president, in the most solemn
lanner, allow me to assure you, that did \
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