Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-10-30
A Ten-Cent Romance.

The sun was setting in the west-it generally
sets in the enst, but this is be original lie
-wheu young lady, gotten up regardless of ex.
pense, might have been seen eisurely saunter-
ing over the fower-covered prairie toward her
father 8 mansion. She might have run as well
as to saunter, but undue exercise would have
displaced her chignon, and so she sauntered.
She was beautiful specimen Of her race-the
Jones family her graceful arched neck re-
minded one of the wild gazele her eyes flashed
forth melting glances q her carriage was fault
less. 1t may be we'll to state right here that
this young lady's carriage belonged to her gait.
Ever and anon, as size saunlered along, she
stopped to behold the flashes of the expiring
sunset which glanced through the grand old for
est trees. She might have been seen squirting
to see if Chawles WAC coming to sit up with her
that night but We prefer putting it the other
way. The sun at last hid its face in ssduess be-
hind the bill. 1t was rood place for him TO
hide. The maiden gathered flower here and
there, and high above the angry buzz of the
deer flies scared now and then warble from
some favorite song.
Alas alas! The heroine did not know that
just around little clump of bushes there lurked
in all his horrid war paint, the savage chief,
Grossly ed ufaio-Caif, who had asked her
more than four thousand times if she would have
him. and been as masiy times scornfully refused.
Indians like to be corn-fully refused His eye
shone with baleful light. We Say eye, for the
other had been lost in a discussion with a
brother chief, who now out on bail. As
the evening was rather warm, the chief was
tbinly dressed. He had taken up his position in
the midst Of mosquito nest, and between look
ing them out OF countenance over his shoulder,
and watching his victim, it kept him quite
lively.
The reader will now have to return with US to
period four thousand years ago, in order to
find out why Miss Jones Was walking toward her
fathers mansion, and why Grossly ed-Bu fla To-
Calf WAS scrooching down behind the bushes to
deprive her OF her innocent young life. On Sec
ond thought, we believe that there will be no
need of it, believing that our future lucid expla-
nations will convince the reader that Miss Jones
bad no thought of the cruel fate which awaited
her. However, it will be as well to see what is
transpiring in the house.
In the paror bedroom there sits a middle
aged man, heavy shoulders, and symmetrical
waist, and he is trying to patch up a torn ten
cent shinplaster. AT length be arises and speak,
ing to himself, says q wonder where Ham
nnh is?' His voice rang through the house,
but alas his Hannah far away. That was
exactly what allied Hannah. Taking down his
rusty rifle, the father sailed out, when he be-
held a sight that fairly froze his blood. 1t
wasn't a refrigerator that be saw, nor an ice
cream freezer, though both would have froze
his blood very satisfactorily. What did he seen
Ah reader, you might be Jones, father the
daughter OF a Hannah, and take down your rife
a thousand times DER and still never see the
sight he did f! He saw his only daughter stand
ing as if horror stricken, her eyes shut up tight,
her hands stretched out as if 10 grasp something
that wasn't there-a new twenty dollar bonnet
and that miserable sneak of C.-E.-B.-C. try
ing to cut away her Lair pins and chignon, so ps
to get at her sea p-ock. With wild scream of
horror, Mr.. Jones jumped toward the scene: but
alas again, the cheftain lifted her in his
brawny arms-she only weighed hundred and
eighty-and flew toward The precipice about ten
miles of with the speed of whrlwind. The
father pursued. every nerve quivering in agony,
and his hot heels tearing up the prairie sodS in n
way that would make II cam plow grow red in
the face. We must now use another alas !
for the savage held bis own, besides holding
Hannah, and finally reached deep gorge.
There are good many deep gorges, but this
was an awful one. Getting up on big rock,
the chief held Hannah out over the gulf, and
finging back loud yell of defiance at the faint
ing father. be raised her high, concentrated all
his strength into the effort, and h-ho-hove-
hove
Here We have to stop. This is Just ten-cent's
worth, and the rest Of the story will not be. 6n-
ished. We might 60 and tell what the chief
did, and how the father felt about it, or we
might get Hannah out of the dangerous position
she is in, but we utterly refuse to do any such
thing g.-Defroit Free Press.