Smyrna times., 1859-01-13

OF that portion of the past which confirmed al
that gossip had told of him and his.
81 have said he, in my cabin Just ninety
nine scaps, and my tomaLawk Graves one more
When have it can die happy, for my voN
Will be fulfilled and can sleep in peace will
my fithels' Then he leaned over aud whis
red to my father Had you not given me
lhis whisky, yours would have made the num-
Der complete And he laughed drunkenly and
cunnlngly, while my father slapped Kim on the
shoulder and said: 'Eh, old fellow, hope you
aud me viii drink together for many years to
eone aud he good friends too Shan't nv
HI'e get supper Of fried chicken and warm
biscuit aud tea, just for you and me, aud good
IN IKE together, and away to bed for one good
sleep before morning. LIS not often You come
To visit with us at nigh, and cts have Il oll,
Time wien you DO come
"'Oh, no. sa I'd the Chief rising and tlinging
his b!anAet about his shoulders, Il Will come
tomorrow night, may be, but must have e
good drink 5rtcre start, :" and his body swayed
"hi,o he poured cut another half tin full
'NeIl save the balance for you, father
L'on,' said my mother, as she kindly fixed the
blanket over his broad breast aud shoulders,
and bidding US good night, he started home
lis to;teiing step had scarcely died away in
The paih wn past the spring towards his CABIN,
unii! significant look passed between my pa
rents aud my tither SAID, poor old man, how
caA ! Tnts Is thC last whiskey we 81 all be
'0'e to get for long while to come said my
aJther, 'whcn 1t is gone then and p4iniu!
struggle passed over her sweet face.
Ny father understood it, and saying, for
the SaAe OF my wife aud children, must and
taxing mattock aud gan and ammunition, and
oI-ding my mother keep the dog in the house,
ne stole slyy ont. | was sitting in my little
chair IN The corner and fell asleep watching
my mother, who was pacing The floor with pale
ace aud clasped hands
"lawoke before dayight the next morning,
lying IN the trunGle bed beside my ltlle sister
."d there sat my parent, before a dim fire, my
aiAer was smoking and my mother looking
INTO the as'.y enters and sitting NIjh one hand
upon my fathers shoulder neither speaking
word.
"Rcd Lon did not come that night, or the
next or never again.
When grew oil enough to take care of
the farm, and my father was tottering old
man. We were one time passing this spot when
nc asked me 70 Come further up Inc brook anu
Ae would show me something. Wen we
stopped he asked me if remembered Old Lion
ne Indian, and replying that did, he pointed
iown at our feet, and sad, there IS his grave
4" IT, then told III" tha, on the eventful night
| remembered, he followed him down into this
He'll, and buried IN be.ore morning. In u cor
ner Of the cabin in rot,s.' box he discovered
many things of interest. Sure enough, thee
we're the ninety nine scalps, some taken from
holry heads and some from little innocent low.
ing children; only ninety-scvcn could be found
At first, but in Bit Of soft tanned deer skin, in
the bottom of the box he found two others, that
he supposed were Red Ions beautiful ife and
her Amer can lover. Hers had long, shiny
golden curls, heavy and lusrous even then
the other was a rich brown IhIt still clung II
waves and curls to the hard dry scalp.
81 thought what pity it was that they coulc
not hive euded he pursuit Of tie chief, ant
been happy together, as they were beautiful
aud doubtless good
Some business papers of the lovers and
miniature Of a sister, or his mother, may hap,
IGd two or three letters, were found with the
strange trophies Of barbarian warfare.
"The ring on old Lions finger was given to
my mother, and on her death it is to be given
to my eldest siste:, to be handed down to a flu.
ture generation with the sad story connected
with it. My father said, nothing but fear, and
the insolent manner of the old Indian tempted
him to the bloody deed"
Bel Grave inquired, as she wiped her tear.
ful eyes, and wished the beautiful captive had
lure, and letters and scaIps!
His reply was, that they were buried in the
box, just there before US, where the moonlight
shone unbrokenly in the bend Of the sparkling
brook, and on the opposite bank, where in sum.
mer time the sod is all sglow with nesting vio-
lets, and where tke glossy leaves of the creep.
'ng myrtle vines lie heaviest, as if to drape in
beauty the memory Of il-starred loves and un-
timely deaths. RosELLA.
PerrysUilLe, o.
BEHIND THE SCENES,
AND AMONG THE BANK DIRECTORS
The fuIllowinq is an extract from hnnk ING.