The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-06-09

strong-hearted. Should he but be
wounded, he might suspect treachery,
as others do, and kill me before you
could come to my aid"
"My bullet has never yet failed, and
will not now. But what If he should be
listeningY
He understands not q word of the
Sioux tongue. | have tried him."
"Then he shall die, even as"
The whizzing of bullet put an end
to the words, the Indian fell dead, and
Paul Armstrong, as he sprung forward
with his yet-smoking refile, finished
the sentence with:
"Even as John Martin did y And
grasping the girl, he prevented her es-
cape.
She read her doom in his face, saw
that she had been betrayed even while
betraying; and it needed no words to
convince her that he had heard and
understood all-that he was proficient
in the language of the Sioux. Yet she
dared to make an attempt to soften his
wrath
"Iethe pale face mad, that he deals
thus with one who loves him and is to
be his wife p
Loves him even as she loved poor
John, and all the other she has sent ter
Their gravel" he replied bitterly. {" Be
my wife Eff thar am any marriage be-
yond the grave, you kin be ther wife of
that dead brute, fer yer will join him
before yer heart can beat er dozen
times"
"What was John Martin to you p she
gasped.
"He was my brother ~ was thu II
dered in her ears.
face of the girl, and it became as ashes.
She read in that of the stern man that
pleading would be useless and, know
ing that she well merited death at his
hands, what plea could she possibly Of
fer? Still, life was dear, and the cum
ming of her race came to her aid in that
trying moment. Without the least
struggle for freedom, she looked proudly
at him, and said in such tones as had
often thrilled upon the ears of men to
WOO them to destruction
Let the pale face strike There is
little between the heart of Waupee and
his knife! And then let him 60 and
boast among his people how brave he
was-how he murdered weak, defense
less girl T.
But yer killed my brother y he an
swered, with all his manhood stung to
the quick by her taunts.
. 1t is false! The bullet of the pale
face has sent the Black Buffalo to the
land Of spirits, and it was he who killed
him. The hands Of Waupee are inno-
cent of his blood. But she is the daugh
ter of a chief and scorns to beg her life !!
Here, see y
And with one hand she tore away the
covering from her breast and babe him
strike.
During all his life Paul Armstrong
(he had dropped the final name of Mar
tin for the time) had never been placed
in situation that so tried his manhood.
If he let the plotting murderess of his
brother escape, he'd never be satisfied +;
but how could he murder in cold blood
one like her? He released his hold
and reeled against tree, with his brain
fairly turning. If the girl had tried she
could then have escaped, but she made
no effort to do so. She had proved her
power, and was willing to exercise it
longer.
Go y said Armstrong, hoarsely d"
cannot strike so cowardly blow"
Here she returned, drawing knife
from her own girdle, and holding the
handle toward him.
Go-go-and-"
There was the whistling of another
bullet, and the girl sank with groan at
his feet, even as the old trapper, Mark
Desmond, burst from his ambush and
forced him away.
81 hain't bin watchin yer this long
time for nuthin' y he exclaimed, as he
hurried him along. "And soon the hull
of ther cussed tribe will be at yer heels.
Yer intended well ernuff, but yer heart
war too soft, and fired just one shot
for poor John Martin. Yes, yer intend
ed well ernuff, and when yer git as old
as | am, yer will regret that yer didn't
do Their shootin' yerself, for thar's nc
other way ter have paid off the old
score of treachery."