The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-11-22

once saved me from being welded to
that vile man who persuaded you to
bring me here"
''Say you so, fair girl? Had but
known this-but it matters not. Go on,
for fain would hear all concerning one
whom l have loved my lifetime" and
seating herself again, she listened with
eager attention 10 the history which
Catherine had related on the day of the
unfortune bridal. AS Sonora closed with
the lamented death of White Star, Lodi,
as she gritted her teeth, exclaimed:
Wretch! Had but known this be-
fore, how much sorrow and suffering
might have saved! All, but it is not
too late yet. L will show him that even
an Indian cannot be bribed with his
cursed gold. He caused the death of
Lenard's childl 'Tis enough! Iwould
have died for him and his, though I
once hated her for taking the place l
pined for in his heart. But that is past,
and l too will avenge the death of
White StarI Fear nOt-you shall not
become his bride while Lodowiski lives.
From this hour, girl, you have a friend
in me. But bark you-Hard Heart
must not know this. List! he ,UOuld
keep the pale girl to cheer his ,oigicaH-
to be his BRIDE"
"What! do 1 hear Alright? Oh, too
horriblew screamed Sonora, now newly
terrified.
Gwen so. He knows my VOW Of ha-
tired to the pale daughters and thinks
you secure with me. His intention is
to put the white chief to death, so that
he may claim you as his squaw."
"Oh, horribleI Even more horrible
fate! Save me, Lodi, save me, and
will make you rich and happy. My
father
"Sh! no more, child! He comes.
Look sad. / must be stern, dark and
cruel; but fear not" and rising, she left
Sonora's side and took seat in dis
tant corner, assuming that same cold
and wicked look which she had worn
throughout the whole.
''Does the pale dove still pine ?n
asked Hard Heart in his own language
as he entered the tent dressed i'm the
full costume OF a chief of his tribe, with
his magnificent plumes of scarlet os-
trich nodding gracefully as he turned
his head to look upon our heroine.
''Still the same. She pines for the
old doves in whose arms she would nes-
tie; but leave her TO Lodi. She will
soon be glad to forget aud become a
willing squaw to the great chieftain
who signs for her love. Have patience.
The harder the battle the more lasting
the glory" replied Lodi, in the same
tongue.
" "'Tis well, then. Hard Heart is pa
tient, knowing that he has her safe in
the hands Of brave squaw, who will
not be too mild. When the white chief
comes L will beguile him, and when we
become good friends, and the money is
ours, then l will take his scalp to grace
the belt of Hard Hearts bride. See?"
and the deceitful savage chuekled a low
laugh.
GAS you say. 'Tis time he comes
soon. I must not let the pale dove
droop."
During this conversation, which was
carried on i'm the Indian language, So
nora sat perfectly quiet, thinking, "Is
my Indian friend to be trusted or not
Perhaps even now she is plotting my
destruction" But with a firm reliance
upon her Father in heaven, whose
watchful eye she knew was upon her
she felt safe.
Poor Rissey knew not what to make
of the strange gestures and language ol
the Indians, and would crouch down
with terror whenever one approached
her; but with her eyes fixed upon the
serene countenance of her young mis-.
tress, she determined to be as brave anC
composed as she, for she had beer
taught by her the love and fear Of God
though her ignorance and superstition
rendered her less capable of being re-
signed.
] rTs, 10 Continued