The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1867-03-23

soon," smiling sadly as she spoke The woman
arose and laid her hand upon her arm, then fix
ing her piercing eyes upon her face, The dark
one has spoken and the pale maiden drank in his
| words. the dark eye has smiled upon the flower,
and 1t is whitening, the blossoms are bright, but
the serpents sting is beneath them Beware !
White Rose, the arrow will rankle!" and she re-
treated into the house. Roses eyes had been
opened by the warning of Outalisima. In an.
guish she felt that the Indian woman had dis
covered her secret, and amidst the hush of the
deep WOOD she prayed for strength to bear her
bitter part.
And yon will not go with ME, l say that you
you shall : was the reply of Helen Fitz Henry,
TO an observation of Roses, and she bent her dark
eye on her face with glance that seemed to read
her very soul. Rose turned away, but she caught
her arm "Rose Wharton hear me, l say you
shall go to Mrs Lesmore's with u.s. What though
you are my cousin! Does not my fathers
bounty feed and clothe you, and you dare be 10
ungrateful. l know your secret, girl! l would
not but have you see and feel my triumph, for
much; your shrinking beauty has won more than
one heart from its allegiance to me- and think
you will bear it :"
"Oh spare me, spare me, Helen" exclaimed
the pale and agitated girl, as the imperious,
courted beauty gave full scope to her violent
temper. "You know how patiently have borne
all your unkindness. Oh! spare me this trial,
indeed / cannot CO.
Miss Fitz Henry bent, and whispered in her
ear, Rose started wildly to her feet. "You
would not dare Helen 81 would and will if
you do not obey me; will he not scorn one, who
bestOws her affection unsolicited and she laugh
ed tauntingly.
"He.en l will go, I will bow at your feet be-
fore you shall do unwomanly thing, but"
she continued solemnly, 1.-The hour will come
whom ha r. ;,,A; Of <bo or,,bo,so
heart will be returned to you fourfold," and she
burst into tears. Yes, Helen, l will 60"
lyon shall not unless you choose" exclaimed
Miss Ormond, bursting into the room, for she
and Louis had been unobserved spectators of the
scene. She encircled Roses dropping figure with
her arm, and her eye flashed with indignant fire,
Rose is not your slave"
"Helen cried her cousin angrily, CHANGING in
to her flushed face. Have you no generosity of
heart or feeling, thus to Cypress one as gentle as
Rose. Remember my uncle shall know of this
tyranny" and he hastily left the room.
"Oh! will go willingly. dear Belle. Do not
blame Helen, she meant not all she said" and
the sweet girl held out her hand to her cousin.
who swept from the room in naughty displeasure,
sheer upon her lip as she dashed aside the
protfered hand.
The grounds around Mrs. Lesmore'st were
charming. Louis, Belle, and Rose. were strolling
through them, and upon pretty, rustic seat
were Helen and Lacy in deep conversation. An
hour elapsed, when Eugene joined the three, and
Rose found herself hanging on his arm, and
charmed by manner and conversations completely
forgetting her sorrow and hcrtimidity, and giving
way to her natural disposition, displayed powers
OF mind that few gave her credit for. And this
dreaded party was remembered many weeks with
mingled feelings Of pain and pleasure. Helen
was confined to her room by indisposition, and
refused to see her. SO she was exempt from her
tyranny, and smiled and talked as she had been
wont to do in her own sunny home.
Come good people, what say you to . ramble
down to the Indian encainpment, this fine eve
ning," exclaimed Louis. 1.-The dew rests lightly
on the grass, and the path is dry"
Belle and Rose consented but the Others with
the exception Of Lacy refused, William laugh
ingly alledging he had no taste for sayages. Eu-
gene offered his arm to Rose, and the rising moon
had hardly tipped the old trees with silver, ere
the young New Yorker had made her an offer of
his hand and heart and won in return from the
artless girl, the assurance that her affections
We're his own, and that for his sake she would
leave her native land dwell in his far off home
It seemed like dream of her lonely hours and
hardly realizing her own happiness it was with
blushing cheek and beaming eye that she greet
ed her Indian friend
THE dark eye smiles ON the iower,s and it is
blooming if the blast bent il not. The good
spirit heard Outalisima, and the pale maiden is
happy. Her footsteps will leave their print in q
strange land. but poor Indian will bless her"
In less than month, preparations were making
for the double bridal of Rose and her friend
Louis was wealthy, and Lacy so entreatingly
begged him and Belle to go north with them for
the winter that they consented. The evening
before her wedding day, Rose was sitting by her
open window, revolving in her mind the events
OF the past, and weeping some natural tears at
the idea of leaving her uncle and aunt, and Viii.
ham, who had ever been affectionate. When
the door Enclosed, and Helen stood before her.
She had been very gay for the last fortnight,
and though she said but little to Rose. her man
ner was more gentle; now her cheek was color.
less as marble, and her dark hair foated wildly
over her shoulders. Rose started up.
DO you still fear me Rose,' she askedmourn
fully. well you may, poor child, for have
made you suffer enough; but that is past, you
will be happy. but l." she put her hand to her
forehead. "Wefl, no matter, deserve it. Do
you remember when forced you to Mrs Les
mores to witness my triumph. The pangs
inflicted on the orphans heart, have indeed been
repaid tenfold Lacy had just returned from
visiting the Indians, and was an unObserved
witness of that scene. He had heard of all your
goodn,ss from them. He saw my unveiled oharac-
ter, AMI despsing me in his heart turned to you.
He told me this, and that the sceptre had depart.
ed from my hand Listen to me- seeing Rose
about to interrupt her, ~ have little more to
say. When you again meet me may not be IS
| am nov, will you forgive the past? ! wish you
happiness, and should you meet one like myself,
tell them my story, and tell them pride and an
undisciplned temper, make many an hour of
misery" i8Ef
'"Forgi~ you,' exclaimed Rose, weepingly, :"
have nothing to forgive. have been sheltered