St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-06-17

known writing of the superscriptlon,
and with frantic hand he snatchcd II
from her, and gazed upon it, while
mortal paleness overspread his lace,
which became rigid as marble statue.
With a wild cry Oneidava threw
herself Oh his breast, and, twining her
arms around his neck, in the most en-
dearinr accents of affection, sought to
win from him the secret Of this sudden
change. For the first time he recolled
from her caresses, and cast her rudely
from him. The Indian girl started to
her feet, and looked at him with proud
flashing ewes; but wounded tender
ness chased away the momentary re-
sentiment, and she burst into a pas
sianatc food of tears. Eugene, touch
cd TO his inmost heart with remorse
and pity, caught her in his arms, and
in the earnest tones of sincere affection
sought to calm and reassure her. But
tbc golden chain Of confidence was
rudcly shivered, and the fitful blandish-
ments of waning love could never re-
unite the broken links.
When St. Foy found himself again
alone, he opened his letters, and read
them with bitter and contending emo
tions. NJ. de Roberval, in the conf
dent belief that he still lived, and the
friendly Indian would overtake him in
his wanderings, entrcated Eugene to
place himself under his guidance, and
return without delay to the settlement.
"The season." he wrote, "was fast
advancing; their ships were laden and
ready to weigh anchor, and only wait
cd tidings from him to depart on their
homeward voyage" Dispatches had
been received from France during his
absence, and letters from Madeline
were enclosed. With a pang OF bitter
selfreproach, Eugene cut the silken
threads, and read, with moistcned eyes,
words of deep, maidcnly affection,
which had once thrilled like tones OF
sweetest music in his hayward and
tickle heart.
From that moment firmly as he
sought to veil his feelings, the eye Of
constant and watchful love detected
the sorrow and the vain regret that
constantly corrodcd him. Oncidava
breathed not word of rcproach nor
betrayed a jealous fear, but a shadow
had fallen on the sunshine Of their love,
and her heart was wrung with anguish.
She saw him often in conference with
the Indian guide, and fear sharpened
her natural sagacity and impelled her
to vigilance and secresy.
But if St Foy meditated escape, he
found himself surrounded on all sides
by the most determined obstacles.
The eyes of the warriors were upon
him for he had been adopted into
their tribe and they would not suffer
him to depart. There was no visible
restraint, but he knew that his steps
were watched and he inwardly re-
preached Oneidava for the abridgc-
ment of his freedom. But keenly as
she suffered, she endured all with saw
age stoicism her eyes still followed
him with mournful tenderness, and his
capricious GOODNESS was answered only
by more devoted expressions Of affec-
ton. Often his love for her revived
with passionate fondnes, and the dream
Of their former happiness was transit
emily renewed. Rcmorse and pity
melted his heart, but, with all his gen.
and his spirit rebelled against the
very shadow Of restraint
1t was a dark stormy
night On the morrow the Indians
were TO depart westward, and the
hustle Of preparation had given place
to deep repose throughout the encamp-
ment. Oneidava slept, or seemed to
sleep soundly on her couch of skins,
and st. Foy, not daring to cast on her
one parting look, rose softly, and lift
ing mat which closed their leafy
tent, passed forth into the outer air
There he was joined by the Indian
guide, and with swift and noiseless
steps they entered the forest depths.
But behind them was step lighter
than their own, and an eye which
pierced through the gloom followed
their stealthy flight Oneidava's Low.
ing heart could not be deceived, and
throughout the day she had noted the
secret council and the hasty prepare
tion. With beating heart and eyes
closed, but sleepless, she lay seemingly
wrapped in repose, for she knew that
other eyes were watching, and that in
the hour of need she alone could save
him. Her presentiment was too truly
verified and as she still followed Eu-
gene through the intricacies of the
wood, like an unseen guardian spirit,
a cry was raised from the encampment,
and the savage warriors came swarm
ing on his track.
The treacherous guide uttered
shrill cry and darted from him, hiding
himself in the tangled mazes of the
forest.
Eugene, bewildcred, knew not where
to turn /; but soft hand clasped his
own, and the sweet voice of his for
saken Lily whispered him to keep ST.
lence and follow her. Passively he
submitted to her gentle guidance. The
storm ragged; flashes of lightning show.
ed him the pale, agitated face Of Onei.
dava but on they passed, turning
from the path which his pursuers had
taken, till their voices were almost
lost in the distance. Presently, the
broad lake lay before them, and a bark
canoe was seen moored upon the san
dy margin. Oneidava looked with
anxious eye upon the tossing waves !;
a moment she stood irresolute q
slight sound, unheard by St. Foy,
caught her practised ear; she laid her
head low upon the ground to listen,
then, starting up, whispered, as she
drew him closer to her side
They are on our trail, but Oneida
vas arm is strong and her heart fear
less |" and still leading her passive
lover, she stepped into the frail canoe,
and losing it from the mooring, with a
skillinlhanddipped the paddles lightly