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

lore QeilButeu WIN - ooAh hPaiiioh WHO
could express his ideas in the tongue of
civilization, for, rude as 7 was, | felt
above my station.
sFor two months he tarried with our
tribe, and / grew more and more at
tached to him, till at last he seemed
necessary to my happiness. Though he
had never spoken a word of love to me,
still his every action showed it, and he
was ever ready to grant my every wish
would linger at my side to anticipate
my slightest bidding. One night as we
sat in our usual place beneath a grand
old cottonwood tree, which grew close
to our wigwam, he looked up to the
moon as he said:
"'When yon moon is again that size,
Lenard will be far away
'Awayu screamed /, as the bare
possibility of such a thing crossed my
mind WHITTIER would you go?'
TO the strange and noisy cities of
the white man. Lenard would see more,
that he may become wise and great
"'WOuld Lenard seek wife from
among the pale-faees y asked I, quiz
zingly.
Though Lenard might love a pale
daughter, yet such thing as marriage
has never entered his mind. He seeks
not yet wife
"My head dropped upon his shoul-
der. The bright dream of my young
life was gone so soon. He loved me
not. Could it be? Could have mis-
taken friendship and kindness for love
Such thoughts as these ran rapidly
through my bewildered brain, though I
stirred not q muscle, so lifeless did /
feel. AT last he took my hand, saying
rs he did so:
'Lenard shall never forget Lodi he
loves her like a dear sister. Does she
love him as well, or will he be forgotten
when he is gomez
" Fear not; Lodi never forgets Her
memory is as strong as her pale sisters.
She will always remember her strange
brother who saved her life and made
her so happy for a while,' answered /,
rising to conceal the feelings which /
was too proud TO reveal, for / would not
give my love unasked. Bidding him
goodnight, 1 watched him enter the
wigwam Of our chief, when threw my
self upon my pallet and cried myself to
sleep. The next morning when awoke
he was gone.
"For two long years l heard nothing
Of him, when one day, happening TO be
at Baton Rouge, / saw him enter a ho-
tel with a sparkling, beautiful white
girl, scarcely rs old as myself, upon his
arm. l knew at once, from his tender,
careful look, that she was his bride.
Casting one long, lingering look upon
him and her, whose countenance was
stamped forever upon my memory, for
| already hated her, turned and re-
traced my steps towards my home, feel
ing more dreary and desolate than ever;
for hOpe-the hope of his return and
lOve-that had before frightened my
pathway, was now gone, and I cared
not what became of me. From that
, hour l hated every pale daughter, and
determined TO sadden the heart of the
first whom I should happen to meet
p with. You are the first.
''But troubles and the lapse Of year,
p have sOftened in a measure my heart
} and when 1 looked upon your young
{ innocent face, l brought to mind my
= own youthful days, how sad my hear
I had been, and 1 thought perhaps Their
, was one you loved as fondly as / di,
him, and for whom you pined. Then
resolved to be kind to you and return
= you to your parents and friends, 70
Lodi has but n short time longer to liv
and must do deeds of kindness if sh
would sport in the happy huntin.
grounds"
/ AS she finished her narrative, tn
: poor old woman dropped her head il
2 the lap of her prisoner, and tOgethe
: they mingled their tears. 1t was pic
: ture enough to melt the stoutest heart
e The bright morning sun of n warm Oc
tober day shone cheerfully into the opel
j tent. An elegant skin Of the leopar,
was spread upon the ground, and upOr
:, this bright scarlet mat, on which ou
,. heroine, in her wild Indian dress, wa.
seated. Her long brown curls floate,
J" around her head in wild disorder. an,
III her lovely eyes were sufTused with teors
D. One arm was thrown loyinpl,, oro,,,,,
her Indian friend, while the other s,,,
as ported her head. Lodi gazed with mn
i'd turned eyes upon Sonora with seep,i,
idolatry.
r A little farther of upon n mat, who's
color might have rivalled some canar,
1 lay Rissey, her cheek resting upon IA,
] black palm, as she watched in perfe,
Up amazement the display of affection b
ed tween her mistress and the stran.
e woman.
w Sonora broke the long silence th
nd followed by asking:
"What was the other name besid
It. Lenard ?"
he 'De NIidci. | cannot forget it,v WI
he the reply, as Lodi raised herself at
written here" placing her hand upC
id her heart.
es 'Lenard de Midci! The husband
ny Catherinei my preserver and friend
lie, exclaimed Sonora, clasping her hand
nd 'Do you know him? Speak, DO
1 he yet live? And his wife-does s.
or still share his love? Answer me quic