The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-12-15

He resumed his seat by the fire, blu
soon began drumming with his finger
on the arm of his chair. Eventually
this assumed the time and accent o
some air. Then he began to whistle
softly and hesitatingly, as if trying t.
recall forgotten tune. Finally this
took shape in a rude resemblance, mo-
unlike that which his flag bore to the
national standard, to yankee Doodle
Suddenly he stopped.
There was an unmistakable rapping
at the door. The blood which had al
first rushed to his face now forsook it.
and settled slowly around his heart. He
tried to rise, but could not. Then the
door was flung open, and a figure with
scarlet.lined hood and fur mantle
stood on the threshold. With mighty
effort he took one stride to the door
The next moment he saw the wide
mouth and white teeth of the Princess,
and was greeted by kiss that felt like
baptism.
To tear the hood and mantle from heI
figure in the sudden fury that seized
him, and to fiercely demand the reason
of this masquerade, was his only return
to her greeting. "Why are you here?
did you steal these garments?" he again
demanded in her cultural language, as
he shook her roughly by the arm. The
Princess hung her head. "Did you ?''
he screamed, as he reached wildly for
his rifle.
q did"
His hold relaxed, and he staggered
back against the wall. The Princess
began to whimper. Between her sobs,
shewas trying to explain that the Major
and his daughter were going away, and
that they wanted to send her to the
Reservation; but he cut her short
"Take off those things" The Princess
tremblingly obeyed. He rolled them
up, placed them in the canoe she had
just left. and then leaped into the frail
craft. She would have followed but
with a great oath he threw her from
him, and with one stroke of his paddle
swept out into the fog, and was gone.
"Jessamy," said the Major, few days
after, as he sat at dinner with his daugh-
ter, 81 think can tell you something
to match the mysterious disappearance
and return Of your wardrobe. Your
crazy friend, the recluse, has enlisted
this morning in the Fourth Artillery
He's splendid-looking animal, and
there's the right kind of stuff for a sol.
der in him, if I'm not mistaken. He's
in earnest, too, for he enlists in the regi.
ment ordered back to Washington.
Bless me, child, another goblet broken
you'll ruin the mess in glassware at this
rate |"
"Have you heard anything more OF
the Princess, papa?'
Nothing; but perhaps it's as well
that she has gone. These cursed settlers
are at their old complaints again about
what they call 'Indian depredations,
and / have just received orders from
headquarters to keep the settlement
clear of all vagabond aborigines. | am
afraid, my dear, that a strict construction
of the term would include your protege."
The time for the departure Of the
Fourth Artillery had come. The night
before was thick and foggy At one
o'clock shot on the ramparts called
out the guard and reused the sleeping
garrison. The new sentry, private Grey,
had challenged dusty figure and, re-
ceiving no answer, had fired. The guard
sent out presently returned, bearing a
lifeless figure in their arms. The new
sentry's zeal, joined with an ex-fron-
tiersman's aim was fatal.
They laid the helpless, ragged form
before the guard house door, and then
saw for the first time that it was the
Princess. Presently she opened her
eyes. They fell upon the agonized face
of her innocent slayer, but haply with
out intelligence or reproach.
GeorgyI' she whispered.
Bob ~
"All's same now. Me get plenty well
soon. Me make no more fuss. Me 60
to Reservation"
Then she stopped, tremor ran
through her limbs, and she lay still
She had gone to the Reservation. Not
that devised by the wisdom of man
but that one set apart from the founda
tons of the world for the wisest as vel
as the meanest Of His creatures.-At
lantic Monthly.