The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-01-13


er given up her own pleasures than to have
happiness.
At length Sir Oliver stopped and looked
upon his daughter. Then he took her
hand, and after gazing moment into her
eyes, he said:
"Ada, you are an honest, noble-hearted
girl. Be ever thus--be ever truthful, ever
confding towards your parents, and we
shall all be happy. do not blame you,
my child, for what you have done and if
young Chester be all that you think him,
though he had not even where to lay his
head, ] would not hesitate to give your
hand and heart into his keeping. There,
rest happy, Ada, for there could be no joy
beneath our roof if our child were misera-
ble."
On the next morning after the young
hunter had made his unsuccessful search
within the old oaken chest, he threw his
rifle across his shoulder, and taking a spade
in his hand, he started forth to perform the
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Having arrived at the spot where the event
of the previous day had taken place, he
found the body of the Indian just as he
had left it, and having cleared away the
tangled vines and brushwood from quiet
nook, he set to work at digging suitable
grave. The winds that murmured gently
through the tree-tops seemed to the hunter
as a mourdful requiem for the departed,
and his heart was sad as he threw hp the
earth to make room for the mortality of
his enemy. Why the Indian had been his
enemy he thought he had gained from the
red mans own words, for he believed the
dying savage had spoken the truth; but
why those who had set the Indian on could
have aught against him he was at loss
to etermine-indeed, he had not the
slightest clue to any existing cause for
such evil thoughts against him.
At length the grave was finished, and
with considerable exertion, Orlando placed
the body of the Indian within it. He sat
the face towards the home of the setting
sun then he placed the rife, the horn and
pouch beside it. He touched not thing
that had belonged to the Indian to keep
it for himself but the weapons, the money
and even the leaden balls, he placed sa-
credly within the grave by the side of the
corpse. 't
The last sod of earth had been placed
upon the gentle mound that rose above the
Indians resting place, and the hunter was
upon the point of turning away from the
spot, when he was startled by the cracking
of the dry brushwood behind him, and on
looking around he beheld two men ap-
preaching him from the path. Their coun-
tenances were both familiar, from his hav-
ing seen them down at the settlement; but
yet he could have wished that they had
not thus met him, for there was that in
their looks which he was far from liking.
$50 you've turned grave-digger, ?"
said the foremost of the new corners, as he
came up to the spot where our hero stood,
and placed his foot upon the grave.
81 have dug this grave, and have filed
it up again" returned Orlando.
"And fixed subject to put in IT, too"
said the other, with a half sarcastic smile.
"The one who sleeps beneath these sods
would have killed me had one moment Of
additional life been his" the young hunter
replied, as he boldly met the almost impu-
dent gaze Of the two men.
"That is hardly likely, young.sir, for
Lolowah was friend of the white man.
He was in the employ of the governor as
messenger and interpreter"
"And how know you that this was Lol-
owah?' asked Orlando, while slight tre-
NOR shook his frame, as sense of the pc
culiar position in which he was placed came
to his mind-for he knew Lolowah to have
been q sort of spy upon the marauding In
dians, and held in much esteem by tine
civil authorities, though he had never
kno~n him by sight.
30, my young man, we've watched you
ever since you began to dig the grave,
returned the first speaker.
"Then why did you not reveal your
selves before9"
go, we thought you might not like to
be interrupted, you see People seldom do
in such matters as these"
Orlando started at this reply, for it was
delivered with that tone and manner which
indicates the foulest of suspicious and in
a voice Of much anxiety, he said
g | had nothing here to conceal. shot
the red man to preserve my own life. Do
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