The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-02-19

world, of which she knew so little and
he 50 much.
THE FOREST SUPTIALs.
And SO the green summer wore
away and gave place to golden au-
tumn. Joaquin still fingered in the
hospitable wigwam with no other
thought bat TO bask in the sunlight Of
the Indian maidcn's smiles She had
bewitched him with her artless grace,
and bewildered his reason with the
passionate love she so freely gave
him. As to him, he was all in all to
her-her life, her world, her God
She lad no word for any bat the pale
faced, long haired stranger, and no
thought for aaght save his welfare
and Happiness And so one day they
were married. Not within the mas
sive stone walls of Q cathedral, with
a gorgeously surpliccd priest to num-
bic over a few formal words which
society has set up as moral safe
guard, but beneath the broad branch
es OF mighty oak, with 40 eyes
save that of the Great Spirit upon
them, nor any voices save those of the
chirping beetle and the silver toned
bird to bless their union. Miller in
later years has told Us this about the
guests and the wedding festivities:
-.The hills were bs9wa aai The heavens we're
b!aa,
wcodpccker poundcd a sline top shell,
" bile partridge vhis.lei the whole cey
For rabbit to dance in the ehspparel,
And The gray grouse drrmmed, .an-s well.
Ais well r
THE GLORIOUS HONEYMOON.
For the next month there was but
one heaven for Joaquin Miller, and
that was inside of the old chiefs wig
wan. The frost came and the young
warriors made up hunting parties to
90 off and secure the winters supply
Of provisions; but Miller refused on
all occasions, to accompany them.
He sat for hours at a time gazing in
to the liquid depths of bis dusky part
ner's gray ewes and had no joy, no
happiness, save when in her presence
The old chief soon became aware of
the torn in his domestic affairs, but
he seemed TO view the matter with a
very philosophical sense He treated
Miller well, and regarded him as af-
fectionately as father could his own
son, although he wondered that the
pale face could so long content him.
self away from his home and kindred.
The winter came and went, and still
Miller fingered by the side of his for
est bride, though any interested OBJ
server would have looked in vain for
the same passionate devotion that
held sway in the beginning.
THE MERIDIAN.
Their love had crossed the meridi-
an Of happiness, and the young couple
had begun TO lock each upon the 9TH
er as matter of course A quiet in
difference sprung up on his part
which boded no good to the confid-
ing child Of nature who had placed
her trust in bim-her fate in his keep
ing. He no longer sat at her feet or
pillowed his head in her lap at even
tide, bat sat apart gazing into vacan-
cy. his thoughts, far, far away among
the fancies ofSiskiyou. or the pleasures
of the city by the sea. He longed
for a change and began to look upon
the possibility Of a separation from his
bride with feeling akin to satisfac-
ton. The wife saw all this. but in
innocence saw nothing to give her
alarm. Besides she already felt some
thing which. when told her lord, she
knew would ill his very soul with
joy. aud draw him closer TO her.
THE CHILD OF POETS LOVE.
One night there was great COM
motion in the wigwam. The old
chief and the long-baired poet were
both hustled out in the midnight air
and left to shiver in the gloom of ear
" morn. Troops of Indian women,
'.wrinkled ami brown as bags Of leather
hurriedly passed in and as hurriedly
passed out again, Anxious looks and
hurried whispers passed between
them, and mysterious ceremonies
seemed to be going on with
in the sacred portals. As the sun
lifted its golden halo above the snow
breasted cliff of the Sierras, pIantive
wall grated curiously, nav, perhaps
a little harshly. upon the eager ear of
the pale faced listener without. In
another hour an old woman appeared
in the doorway and beckoned to Mil
Ter that be might enter. He went in.
anxiously approached the low bed
where lay enwrapped in a fancifully
wrought blanket the little pink faced,
black eyed token of bis early passion.
THE SEPARATION.
And now Joaquin became still
more desirous of putting an end to
the romance Of the past year and re-
turn cnce more to the scenes of his
former life. His was restless, row.
ing, dissatisfied disposition, and the
sentiment of bis passion gone, it