The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-03-25
CHAPTER I.

N AAEIA UAOflOOSL1. SIAhED.
Towards the close of beautiful day in
June, 1867, a man and woman, mounted
upon fleet horses, came galloping over one
OF the great plains Of the West, and drew
rein iii the shade of a clump of cotton
woods upon the bank of beautiful river
They had ridden far and rapidly. Their
steeds were painting and covered with
sweat and foam.
"We must give the horses a breathing
spell" said the former, slipping to the
ground; and his companion nodded
graceful assent, as she followed his exam
pie.
The couple were evidently father and
daughter. sta9a ~ 4s
The man was in the prime of life, hale
and hearty, with large frame, which
was sinewy and athletic, without ceasing
to be refined and prepossessing. He had
the keen, shrewd look peculiar to the ad-
Vance-guards of civilization, and there
was an honest, frank expression on his
sun-browned face that proclaimed his in
tegr1ty and courage
In her way his daughter was equally
picturesque and attractive.
In the early flush of womanhood, with
a pure, sweet. and tender face, with eyes
darkly glowing, with coral tinted lips,
and cheeks softly flushed with the hue
Of the rose, with amber curls floating be-
hind her, she was as graceful as gazelle,
as light-hearted as u bird, as lovely as a
flower, and as spirited IS an untamed an
telope.
The stream by which the couple had
halted was Wood river, branch of the
Platte in Nebraska, at point fifty miles
northwest of Fort Kearney.
"Are you tired, Miriam?" asked the
hunter, George. Dane, with iatherly sollc-
itude. @@aa&
Tired, father p rejoined the maiden,
with happy laugh. sOh, no. How
could 1 be tired after day like this? Ev-
cry minute has been filled with pleasure
land excitement. / feel as fresh as yonder
bird" ffkf A 8
The father smiled understandingly,
with look full of the fondest affection.
81 can guess the cause of your lightness
Of heart" said he smilingly. 1.-THE re-
turn, now daily expected, of certain HUI
bert Earle, from the mines Of Idaho, may
account, suspect, for your present glad
ness"
a heightened color appeared on Miri
ans face, for the name mentioned was
that Of her lover She answered the CLAN
ces of her father, however, with frank
ness that attested his entire sympathy
With her, and said:
True, father, my heart has been unu-
sylaiy light for several days past How
|eca!d it be otherwise, since | know that
HUBERT is coming?"
~. Dane did net reply. He was look
ing with klndling eyes, over the fair flow
81 tt2Gtcd PLAIN; and his next remark
altowed how widely his thoughts had
str,.yed.
wonder what mother has been doing
H;shout us all day, Miriam. She must be
loncly, with no one to speak to or share
Or meals. I shouldn't wonder if we
lid see cur home from this point" and
hS face lighted up with soulful glow.
lor cottage is not more than seven miles
! distant let me see ?"
! de drew from his coat a pocket-glas
ali As5ed it to his sight, pointing it in a
ooffheriy direction, and gazed through it
/ nts and earnestly, towards his rancho
iloa Carrey's Fork.
les. see it," he said, at last, with a
rig deep aud joyful inspiration, as if the
gnt refreshed him in every nerve
acre IS our cottage, as plain as day. l
Gao even sec the vines you planted before
INC windows, Miriam. And there, on the
grapevine bench under the big elm, sits
E@of mother, busy at her sewing. Bless
lc 2r l. She does not imagine we are look
]ag At her Look, Miriam"
AZ yielded The instrument to his daugh-
iftr ".lo obcyed his injunction, her lovely
.&ts glowing with smiles as she regarded
la t.]staat home scene.
'co;gr Mother !" she murmurcd. 1T is
| ~ tie:ts % her to be able to sit out under
/ the trees without fear of molestation.--
There &c no hostile Indians hereabouts
I & 0w---.sta there, father?''
! E2 tied Knife, as you have already
, Z. 50, 3as killed yesterday by settler,
80 5 asad has retreated towards the
az %.1t.>ns. will confess, Miriam, that
d'.: u, i the time we have been in the
W =, havc not felt SO light hearted and
care Ice as since we received news of Red
hniie ':eafh You have just seen how
this y ''aobles over in me. Red Knife
was l ii ;taor, rather than a savage"
Mlr.ata shuddered and her features even
paiya'i at ;he memory Of the Indian men
tiuaed.
"tia ncyer spared pale face" she said,
stn."g % speak calmly. "Desolation
iaHl eruelty marked his path. For more
than three years he has ragged to and fro
Iupn0 the plains like ravening wolf He
was h. terror of the border"
"4ou nave named him appropriately
Miriam, said the hunter. "He had fend.
ish hatred of the white race. and his vic.
sims have been many"
Mr. Dane held out his hand for the Olass