The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-09-22

and George--her own George Meltor
In all MS youthful manliness, stood
before her.
"Can 1t really be Geerge?" said the
blushing girl, as she sddenly found
herself locked in her lovers arms.
"You will not bo angry my dear
Ellen, you know the concession which
! startleized from you"
| Here other explanations followed
from which she learned that immedi
ately after her capture George Melton
had left the quiet home and ciyiliza
ton to seek her. That for years he
encountered perils aud dangers, as he
sought her, without avail. But in this
time he had become familiarized to
the country, Indian mode of warfare
and all the customs pertaining to sav.
ago life, and this proved more cficctual
toward final success than anything
else.
Her father and mother remained at
Denver, where they, too, did all they
could. But now hopeless and in de-
spair, they once more were returning
TO their home when they encountered
one of Georges scouts, who informed
them that the former had at last found
out the whereabouts Of their long
lost daughter, and directed them
where TO halt.
The group, as they stood there in
trechanging mutual explanations, form.
ed an interesting tableau, lit up with the
red light, and casting wierd shadows
back on the prairie All seemed To
be perfectly in raptures about the
skilliul manner in which George Mel
ton had conducted this difficult but
all important matter, as the late old
trapper and scout related his rccen,
strategy.
"And now, Ellen, before we leave
this spot you must pledge me your
hand; for, after all that has happened
during these eyentiul years, you mus,
indulge me in this unique arrange.
ment, SO that the exciting little
dramma may be satisfactorily finished
before we return to the quiet haunts oil
every day life. II we only had a
clergyman with u.s." taking her unre.
sisting hand, I'VE might have il all
settled at once"
Glancing over the company oi
friendly Indians and others who had
been valuable aid, but just then q
demoniac whoop startled them from
their transitory security and in anoth-
er instant they were surrounded by q
party of painted savages.
A fierce battle ensued, and many q
bloody form was stretched upon the
grassy plain. Those that sought safe
~ in the surrounding darkness were
either hewn down or captured by
stalwart Indians.
Ellen Whitford fled from the bloody
scene and sank powerless in the dark.
ness in moment she felt herself
clutched aud borne hurridly away
AT the first grasp she lost all con-
seriousness, and remained in a deep
swoon she knew not how long.
When she opened her eyes it was
broad daylight. She felt weak and
faint, and suffered with binding
headache. "Oh, that |, too, had been
killed" thought she, as she pecred
cautiously around.
She was resting on an Indian
blanket, in the depths OF deep and
wooded valley. All was strange, and
she uttered faint moan. In an in
slant tall form knelt by her side
not painted Indian, but George Mel
ton.
Hush, darling, all is well"
"Where is mother 2"
"She is with u.s."
"Tell me all, George, I am strong,
and can bear the worst much better
than suspense" And her love, then
kneeling, told her thather father and the
great and mighty chief Monogeken, and
many others, had been slain.
Soon Ellen, her mother, George
Melton, and the remainder of the
party turned their hopeful and expec.
tant faces to the orient, where in safe
ty they at length reached their much
loved home.
Years have rolled by since these
events occurred and over the grave of
the mighty warrior Monogeken grows
the emeral award, green and luxuriant
in the plaza or public square ofthe beau
tiful city of Paola. There she stands,
this lovely little town, with the smil-
ing prairies all embroidered with wild
flowers spread out around her, while
in and about stand fine houses and
costly structures as monuments of her
industry, her business, and her enter
prise. To-day long lines of emigrant
wagons whiten the plains unmolested
and with none to make them afraid
for the Indians now remaining are
peaceful, civilized, and many of them
educated. To-day, the powerful iron
horse, also, bringing merchandise
from distant eastern marts bounds
over the plain in all its strength,
grandeur and glory-each and all en-
phatically and undeniably demon
strates the fact that
Westward tho star of empire takes its fight"
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