Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1858-10-30


signal. Her moccasined feet lrod lightly
across the path, and the next momen, she
found herselfin the arms of The white
stranger.
Il knew you would be here" he said,
taking her hand. "May not now hope
that we no longer part ? Come with me;
will guide your footsteps into scenes far
pleasanter than lhis-places in which you
would be delighted to remain"
"The Indian loves the soil Of her faith
ers," the maiden replied; "she wishes moi
to roam; the green grass Is soft carpet
beneath her feet--,he purling brook sufli-
cienl music. viii you no, stay with us.
My father will be reconciled 10 you. Can
We not be happy here :"
"No, never; not here" he replied,
while an expression of concern fitted
across his pale face,as he looked suspi-
eiously around. "Say, dearest" he con-
,inued. "will you not go with me?"
"Not now, not now ~ she shuddering
| Iy repiet.
His persuasions had effect, and he won
|
forever the ties which bound her 10 her
tribe, and 10 seek home among new
people. He clasped her in his arms, i'm
printed kiss upon her brow, and vanish
ed into the forest. The next evening the
moon rose behind bank Of clouds which,
after time, completely obscured her
Ibesms, and rendered the night a fitting
one for the premedilaed flight.
The Indian maiden is mounted behind
her lover, and riding with fearful speed
toward the Georgia line--when. hark that
Isound Could they be Persued! Yes
The clauer Of horses hools was close
behind. each instant coming nearer. The
paiden clung 10 her lover, and urged him
on. Under The vigorous application of
whip and spur, HE sieed sPrang wildly
forward 1t was useless; he was unequal
TO the task; the rugged mountainous coun-
try, already began 10 be felt by him, and
he falrered precep,ibly in his pace. The
Ipnrsning hoofs struck deeper and deeper
IN his ear, and the rider saw il was impos-
sible to escape without contest.
II mnst leave ynu," lie said, turning TO
the trembling maiden, "or we Will both be
killed.
mo! do not, do not go,' she en'reat-
ed; "let us die together"
The brave spirit of the maiden formed
such contrast to his mean proposal. that
he blushed and stammered al his base
ness; bu, The sound Of pursuit kept smi-
ting on his heart, and hurriedly looseing
: the hold Of the Indian girl, the bastard
flung her from him. As he did so. The
report Of rifle reverbersled along the
cocks, and turning. he perceived her
throw her arms wildly into the air. with
an unearlhly shrek. aud fall over upon
the ground, The blood gushing from
wound in The side. He saw no more; but
dashng the spurs into his horse, was soon
lost to view.
My daughter, my daughter, | have
murdered thee" said the old CHEF, as,
dismounling, he FASTENED TO her side, and
raising her IN his arms, endeasored TO
siaunrh The ripping wound. BUTT was
too late; rhe poor child was already dead.
sit SdIlN bIblN lIbt ydHu IUi a iC uU'
menis lay with his face buried in his
hands. Then rising, he s,olcally began
scooping out place near by in which to
lay the body. Having reached the requi.
site depth. he raised the corpse IN his
arms, gently deposited it in lie grsve,a
covered it carefully with earth and leaves.
Then mounting his horse. he fed from
the place which was deseerated by ,he
blood OF his child. No stone serves TO
mark The spot; and a mound covered over
with
"The wild rose. eglantine, and broom"
at the head of which cypress Tree is
growing, is the only memorial left Of the
Cherokee Rose; and they say, that when
Ithe Autumn wirds are slghlng, and the
welt howls upon the hills. The spirit of
the maiden rises from her grave, and how
ers over the spot where she was deserted
nv her laithless lover.