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

OF John Martin, whom he had claimed
as a friend, and over whose grave he
had shed bitter tears. Never did the
name of the murdered man pass his
lips, so entirely wrapped up was he in
love for the one whom many considered
to be Martins murderess. Neither did
he give any heed to the fact that a
young brave was also counting the girl,
and looked savagely upon him when he
passed, and had been heard TO mutter
threats of vengeance. That they would
find the body of Armstrong stark and
stiff in some leafy and hidden ambush,
few doubted; and although Desmond
had learned to regard him as a brother,
yet. he was to be content with muttering
the worn out adage that "a wilful man
would have his own way" and let things
take their course.
at wouldn't be quite so bad" growled
Desmond, when Armstrong had again
turned scornfully away, "ef he only
understood their lingo. But her White
Hawk and her yaller Completed lover,
Their, Black Butler, kin say jest what
they've mind ter before his face and
he be none the wiser. / did think
when he fust come here that he intend
ed ter try and revenge ther poor boy, or
I'd have taken it inter my own hands.
| reckon he did consate SIGH er thing,
but it am all over now, and ther gal can
wind him Ground her finger jest as she
has er mind ter. BY heaven | can't
give him up without er struggle to save
him, and III try once more even if the
dogs git mad with me"
He did try, and faithfully, but with
out avail. Armstrong shook his head
incredulously, and smiled his peculiar
smile at the good advice.
81 tell you,n he answered, "that
know what | am about, and it'll all
come out right. You think I'm going
to be shot down like the rest and never
have show for my life. Wal, it may
be so, but | don't think it will, fer Their
gal loves me-"
$50 poor John Martin thought" said
Desmond.
FLUSH don't mention his name"
and, as if the subject was hateful to
him, he took his rifle and disappeared
in the direction of the village of the
Indians.
His journey was short before he met
the White Hawk. She had evidently
been watching for him, and her greeting
was warm in the extreme, as she dis.
mounted and threw herself into his
arms, with her red lips upturned for
kisses.
- / was coming ter seek you" he said.
Then let the pale brave come with
he a
bushes grow thick and the waters of the
brook will drown our voices" she re.
piled, grasping his hand and attempting
to lead him thither.
Not ter day
"The daughter of the red man would
not that the eyes of all the world see
her love for the pale face"
Nor | mine for you. But I've got
ter 90 another way ter day. Will White
Hawk meet me in the valley ter NOR
row evening when the stars begin TO
shine? ! want ter prove how much |
love, and have yer tell me when yer'll
be my wife
A sudden lighting of the eyes of the
eyes of the girl, and q visible tremor
shot through her frame, as she an
swered:
THE stars will not be more true
than Warpee."
oval, III be thar. You know the
spot?"
Well as the deer knows the salt
lick"
And mind yer come erlone."
"Who should the Indian girl bring to
10, Ia hos 70 no A
A little more conversation and they
parted, with a peculiar light beaming
in the eyes of both, and a strange smile
upon each lip. Mark Desmond said OF
Armstrong, when he was again seated
at the campfire that he must be Very
happy. So he was, but only his own
lips could tell the cause.
The same thing was said OF the girl
by her companions; and as she con-
versed long and earnestly with her
young brave, Black Buffalo, telling him
without doubt Of her intended marriage
with the white man, he, too, must have
reioiced at her success, for the stern
lines of his face became softened. " ct
how very restless love makes one" was
the thought of the few who knew the
secret of the girl, for the next day she
was entirely unable to compose herself.
She fitted from one thing to another,
and, long before the stars had begun to
appear, took her departure for the
trysting place, dressed in the magniti.
cence of semi-savage costume, and
looking far more beautiful than any eye
ever beheld her before. She seated her.
self upon rock that was shaded and
hidden by the low bending willows and
waited for the appointed hour.
Before the sun had gone down, a
rustling in the branches caught her
keenly listening ear. Could her lover,
also, have become impatient She
turned in the direction of the sound,
and-it was lover, but red, not a
white one, and her greeting revealed
the fact that he was not unexpected
"Sit down." she said, in a low voice
at will be long before the pale face
comes, and Waupee would talk with
YOU"
Very much as a white lover would
have done, the Indian caressed her
kissed her, praised her beauty, and she
willingly yielded to all-even returned