Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-10
The Co,nanche Bride.

The Conancle Bride.
A Tragedy of the Rocky Mountains.
Upon the eastern slope OF Table Hill,
one of the most lofty OF the Rocky Noun
tain peaks, sat white mae, although he
was dressed in the grab of Indian He
appeared to be entirely alone And vet !,
not far below him arose the smock Of a
hundred dodgers, and the quarters of
body of Comanche Indians were visible.
The young man glanced at them and then
he gazed away down the valley of the
Sweetwater as far as the eye could reach.
But only mountai.s piled up beyond
mountains, until they became blended
with the gray clouds. net his gaze, save
here and there lovely valley or a spark
ling stream. Long did the young man
gaze in silence; and then speaking, he ap-
peared to be uttering the thoughtst rath-
er than addressing his words to any per-
son, although an Indian girl had ap-
pronched unseen, and was now standing
near him. He said:
ooh, what would not give to see the
gay world again! But, no! here must I
remain and burrow like wolf, every
thing around is hateful! I can not en-
dure it. I will not be kept prisoner
here''
He ceased speaking, tor the young girl
had advanced and thrown herself uLon
the ground before him. She had clasp
ed his knees and looked up into his eyes,
! while her own had filled up with tears
, She did not utter sound but there was
| thousand questions in the exp:essie
of her face. The young man observed
this, and at first he appeared a little con-
fused.
u Then he recovered his self possession,
8 and asked
!. Mennonite, did you hear my words!'
> eyes, Albert" she replied. And tears
0 which. had gathered in her eyes began
to roll down her cheeks.
6 The feelings of the young man appear
p ed to be touched by this exhibition, and,
u pointing to the rising sun, he said:
&c "Nemonie, you can not wonder that l
q am sad. Away off yonder where the sun
rises, was my home. Father, motherl
e brothers and sisters are there, and for
Y: four years I have not seen them. For
to for years l have been here prisoner
v shut out from the great world; and bu,
TX for your smiles believe Ishould have
N4CA OSlOAO Cu1S3 1OL oL1J WuCu Will Jou
1t can for moment content myslef."
le eth b you do love me, dear Alb ert?
I whispered the young cearture, as she
/ nestled closer to the side of the man she
+ worshiped.
re yes, Mennonite; and if / cou d only
le forget the past-if memory could becom,
u blank--I might be happy here. But
50 can not forget. cannot cease to con
template the fact that am prisoner"
, "No, dear Albert, you are not restrain
=, u ed in your liberty. am sure that m.
~ father, the old Chief, has been very kin,
"a to you. Has not your lodge been of thu
~, ~ very best, and your bed OF soft furs? Ha
w he not given you his only daughter
y Mennonite, for wife! Has he not mad,
- you one Of his braves, and promised t
~ confer still further honors upon you"
ID II grant all this. But let me attemp
to escape from the tribe, and what would
k be the result? Why, my scalp would
, grace the belt of the first warrior WIZ
= should overtake me. l know this, ant
10 so can not help feeling that am still
= prisoner"
,e And would you leave us if 20,
70 couldg"
! /" Yes, for II
+ The young man paused, for he hae
X caught the expression of agony which
al passed over the face of his wife. FL
v. drew her to his bosom, and then con
N tinued:
as II would 60, Nemonle, but not withou
you. If you were absent from my side
,e should never be happy, for shouI
W miss your sweet, innocent face, your kin
ID words, and your caresses. No other coul
III ever fill your place, SO here must liv
nv and here die"
re- At that moment party of some doze
m Indians came up. They were headed b
he the Chief, Wontum, the father of Nemoni'
RI He seated himself upon the ground, BIT
nd the others remained standing. That b
no had something important to say, Albel
re we'll knew by his manner, although he r.
nd manned silent several minutes while b
m pulled away at his pipe.
At length he exclaimed:
10 $50 our son is resolved to remain col
he tent among us?"
his "Yes," returned Albert, glancing at b
n wife.
me- aGood! Our cause shall be his cause
nm eyes"
'ha "Good! And our son would not r
len main inactive when there is nghting
be done?"
ON "No," replied the young man with e
the thusiasm. Give me something to s
the blood coursing through my vein
tn 1t is becoming sluggish, stagnant. Les
ole me into battle-I will follow, even in
md the thickest Of the fight! Place me fro
at to front with the accursed Sioux, and
ON will show them what Comanche pal
face can do.'
ON But you are not to be led-you are
,tly lead! From this moment you become n
md first Chief, and feel that you will NAL
de- yourself worthy of such trust!"
81 will will! Oh, now, indeed, y
DE give me new life, since you give 4
,ay. something worth living for! When
ters we set out to meet our foes?"
ged CAT once. But you are somewhat
: to error. It is not the Sioux we fight?"
how UNOi Whom fhen2n