St. Charles Republican intelligencer. (St. Charles [Charles City], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1856-08-14

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him with apparent apathy, and bent
his dark eye sternly upon the savage,
who quailed beneath his glance.
The awful preparations for death
were soon completed. The faggots
were brought, and the pile was ready
TO be lighted. The unfortunate pris-
oner was brought forward and fasten-
ed 70 the upright post, around which
the dry fuel was heaped. The infer
nal orgies now commemorative death
song and the dance.
q And now the flames arose about
him, mounting upward with awful
ferceness, causing him to wrench
himself from side to side to avoid
them, and shrink into the smallest
compass.
Still higher, and higher they fash
ed upward, but fortunately the wind,
blew them from him, and though the
circumstance threatened ultimately to
protract his sufferings, for the present
Il preserved him.. The painted warri-I
ors with frantic gestures and hellish
Shouts encircled him in the mad death
dance, brandishing their knives, and
making feints with their hatchets to-
wards him.
But their fiendish reioicings were
destined to be Of short duration.
Yells louder than their own suddenly
rose on all sides, and a war party Of
the Archeras rushed like lightning
upon them. In q moment Dunstan
was free. Fierce and bloody was the
contest. The Blackfeet were defeated,
though not until many Of their number
were slain, and made prisoners. Our
hero accompanied his deliverers to
their village, where to his JOY he
found the father and brother Of lola.
They had heard nothing of the latter,
and were filed with the deepest anxi-
ETY. on her account. During their
stay, Auchumby, the personated by
Lacy, arrived at the village. He had
fallen out with Lacy because he had
not received the stipulated reward for
his services, and signified to Dunstan
that he had something to communi-
cate Of importance. Taking him aside
he related all he knew in relation to
lola, and her abduction by Lacy and
Vanderver, also the plan pursued by
the former 10 accomplish his purpose.
Accompanied by the Indian the par
ties again started in pursuit with a
more fattering prospect Of success.
We now return to lola. 1t was
night. They were encamped as usual
awaiting the coming day. Lacy was
renewing his protestations Of friend
ship, and deepening his work of vii
lainy. His victim was listening ca
gerly to his glowing words. He had
not yet thrown off the mask he had
assumed.
"Miss LaHrets," he commenced,
1.-THE time Of your release, l believe,
il near. Ny efforts-
Eyes, villain, it is near" said a
clear, startling voice close at his ell
bow, and looking up he saw the man
from whom he had the most to fear,
Everett Dunstan. Before he had time
to act on the defensive, he was seized
and bound by the father and brother
Of her be had wronged, while she was
clasped in the arms of her lover
Vanderver and Letson made their
escape. In a few moments all was
explained. lola saw Lacy in his true
light-an arch hypocrite. She then
related the manner in which he had
managed to deceive her, and work up
on her sympathies, not forgetting to
refer to his bounds received in her
defence.
Perhaps" said Mr.. Laffrets, smil-
ing, and looking at the prisoner, "his
bounds are sufficiently healed by this
time to be able to return with us to
St. Louis to take his trial before a
jury of his countrymen for this pro-
ceeding." The cheek of Lacy Grim
soned with shame and vexation at this
taunt, and he covered his face with
his hands. There is perhaps no feel
ing so humiliating as that peculiar to
the hypocrite when he finds the thread
of his villainy unwound and why
should there be?
While the parties were congratu-
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their efforts, they were interrupted by
the appearance Of the Indian who had
been employed by Lacy. and their
guide from their Archera village.
His face was smeared with black, and
his look forbidding and stern. he con-
fronted Lacy, and regarding him
awhile in scornful silence, addressed
him thus:
"The dove has escaped from the tai
ons of the hawk, and he is shared"
"Begone, you Indian squaw. Fetch
wood, and cook for the young braves.
Auchumby is not a man."
This bitter taunt from Lacy was
more than the exasperated Indian
could bear, and before any one could
interfere, be buried his hunting knife
in the heart Of the hypocrite, who
with stiaed groan Of agony sank
lifeless to the earth. Drawing his
knife slowly from the wound he walk
ed deliberately away. Near the foot
Of the Black bills is a small stream.
Upon its bank lies the body of Lacy,
the victim Of his own missdeeds.
The lonely spot is Stunned by the
Indian and the trapper. They tell the
curious inquirer with mysterious Wis
age. and solemn tone that freonentlv