Elizabeth daily monitor. [volume] (Elizabeth, N.J.) 1868-1880, 1869-03-23

with frankness that attested his entire
sympathy with her and said:
True, father, my heart has been
unusually light for. several days past.
How could it be otherwise, since I
know that Hurburt is coming %
Mr.. Dane did not reply. He was
looking with kindling eyes, over the
fair fower-dotted plain /; and his next
remark showed how widely his
thoughts had stray
81 wonder what mother has been do
ing without usall day, Miriam. She
must be lionel, ! with no one to speak to
or share her meals. ] shouldn't won
der if we could see our home from this
point, and his face lighted up with a
soulful glow. "Our cottage is not
more than seven miles distant let me
see ?" 'A
He drew from his coat t. pocket glass,
adjusted it to his sight, pointing it in a
northerly direction, sand gazed through
it long and earnestly, towards his
rancho upon Carreys Fork, ol .4Q
'.Yes, see it. he said, at last. with
long, deep, and joyful inspiration, as
if the sight refreshed him in every
nerve. ..There is our cottage as plain
as day. I can even see the vines you
planted before the windows, Miriam.
And there, on the grape. vine bench,
under the big elm, sits your mother,
busy at her sewing Bless her She
does not imagine We are looking at her.
Look, Miriam. raj UHAH988
He yielded the Instrument to his
daughter, who obeyed his injunction,
her lovely face glowing with smiles as
she regarded the distant homescene
Dear mother r she .murmured 1T
is treat to her to be.abls to sit out
under the trees without feargof moles-
tation. There are no hostile. Indians
hereabouts now-are there, father % +
A'No. Red Knife as you have all
ready heard, was killed yesterday by a
settler, and his band has retreated. to-
wards the mountains. / will confess,
Miriam, that during all the time we
have been in the West, have not felt
so light-hearted and care-free as since
we received news of Red Kuifes death
You have just seen, how this joy bub-
bles over in me. Red Knife was de-
mon, rather than savage" 4TrI,
| Miriam shuddered, and her features
even paled at the memory of the Indi-
an mentioned. HpaN"zs
she never spared a pale face" she
said, striving to speak calmly. "Deso-
lation and cruelty marked his path
For more than three years he has ra-
ged to and fro upon the plains like a
ravening wolf He was the terror of
border
"You have named him appropriately,
Miriam" said the hunter. "He had
fiendish hatred of the white race, and
his victims have been many"
Mr.. Dane held out his hand for the
glass, and Miriam was in the act of re-
storing it, when a strange, gasping,
painting sound startled them both, and
sent them quickly to their saddles.
The hunter wheeled his horse and
looked down upon the river. bank, from
which direction the sound had come, his
manner self-possessed, but his counte.
nance indicative of alarm. The maid
en- followed his example. s~4
Her eyes were the first to discover
the cause of the sound that had start
led them, detecting mans figure
creeping along through the under
growth of bushes lining the shore.
At the same moment, their presence
in turn was detected, for the man drop
ped Suddenly among the protecting
bushes, as if he had been shot.
San Indian ?" whispered Miriam,
drawing from her bosom a revolver.
The hunter shook his head, con-
tinuing to watch the spot at which the
man had fallen, his hand on his rifle,
his manner that of one ready for &c
ton.
Suddenly, as the man showed hag-
gard face peering cautiously from his
concealmeut, Mr.. Danes anxious coun-
tenance broke into smile, and he
cried out
"Hallo Is that you, Thompson !?