The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1858-01-27

her transparent lids until they part, with
a sigh, and the lsstrons monitors beneath
return, his gaze. Once more they close,
as if she would return to the dream Of
her happy home, from which she walked;
and her strange preserver waits, breath
less, till they open again This time she
RECEIVERS her senses, and starts back as
| she meets the half averted look OF the
! ftimid savage, whose arm still supports
her And now the young warrior stands
up. raising his tall form erect, and, folding
his arms across his breast, waits for the
maiden to speak, for the Storm has pas
sed $ 7'.'4s.
Her scattered thoughts returning En-
lille. thanks her preservor with tears Of
gratitude. and, taking from her own neck
/ a chain and cross, bids him stoop while
she puts it upon his The young brave
kneels af her feet to receive the gift. Alas
for the warriors happiness, the uscon-
seious girl has won his simple heart, and
with broken utterante, ne lays it at. her
feet 'esAaf ~ 500 e. fis
It was at this moment that Emilie's
father, seeking her with frantic grief, hav-.
ing started in pursuit Of her at the first
indications Of the storm, perceived his
daughter with hair dishevened and face yet
palefrom exhaustion, sitting on the ground
while dusky figure knelt by her side.
The river lay between, them; and, upon
the impulse of the moment, seeing only
his daughters pale face, and the Wild
looking savage SO near her, he raised his
rife and fred o@
The report caused E,nilie to lock up;'
and, seeing her father rushing towards the
river, she cried out:' "'Here, father-here
Iam?" Then, turning to her dark friend,
|! she was about TO ask him to help her faith
er to cross the river, when she perceived
blood trickling down his shoulder, and saw
that his right arm hung powerless at his
side. "Oh, Heavens!'' she cried; dit is
my fathers bullet! Oh, father, what have
you doneto Aud, throwing herself upon
her knees before the warrior, as be had
Just now knelt to her, implored him, with
ciasped hands, to forgive her father for
her sake. y t9is W s
q The White Fawn has won the heart of
eTisha- -Mingo. His life is hers, and he
twilhforgive her father,i' was the noble
answer. ~ l.sss aa ase
lsI, By this time the excited parent had
.sacceedeslin crossias the rive. snd Emilie
ran to meet him. In "a few words she
told him all, keeping back only the. con-
fassion of the brave warrior, and the ua-
happy man, stung with self reproach, has
tened towards the wounded chief, who still
stood motionless. aud, having received
! from him assurances that his unfortunate
rashness was forgiven, embraced him with
4 true French warmth Of heart, overwhelu.
i ing him with thanks and grateful pro-
.testations for having saved his daughters
i life. queEt sa5 b9fei1go gi2a
i With all his other accomplishments
i Mr. Granger, was skillful surgeon, ane
u having probed the wound, he found to hi:
sorrow that the bali haG shattered th,
boae,o soi thatit would be necessary t.
I convey the wounded man to his house be
4 fore he could properly dress it. The chic
hesitatsal to accept Mr.. Granger's propo
|, sal to goshome with him, but an implor
D ling look from Emile decided him, and tn
y three took the shortest path through tn
,lwoods to their house, where they arrives
Il in about an hour. - 8 is,ss ~ a
,Ia When they had reached the house
i Tisha-M MiHgo wasRfaint from loss of bloo'