The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1879-10-11
THE INDIAN GIRLS LOVE.
BY ABEL THORN.

Arthur Tristan had for long time
been out of health, and the only medi-
cine he needed was recreation and com
plete freedom from all active pursuits.
he concluded to 60 to Lake George
and visit his cousin who lived at Cafd-
well. -
AS he was sitting in the parlor of his
relative, reading on the morning after
his arrival, his attention was attracted
by voice of rare sweetness, which in
quired of one of the servants, if the
lady of the house wanted to buy any
Indian goods Excited by curiosity to
see anything made by the Indians, and
at the same time charmed by the voice,
Tristan went to door. He reached it
as the young Indian girl was turning to
leave, but called her back While she
was unpacking her wares, he had time
to look at her carefully. She was, in
deed, very beautiful. Tall and slender,
her additional height combined with her
great grace of action, gave her COM
handing appearance. Her features
were regular and beautifully cut, while
the expression of her face was mild and
sorrowfnl. ~
rDid the Indians make all these
thingsT' Tristan asked, as he picked up
beautiful fan made of fine wood and
ornamented with blue ribbon. 80
"Yes, sir" she replied as she lifted her
large, lustrous, black eyes to him; 1--WE
make them all" -Ealirs0 ga.l eNl
E" believe you have nothing to-day
that want
We make other things" she said
canes, cigar-cases-
Could you make me a cigar-case
something like thisT' producing a very
hnely-worked one.
Oh, yes, sir; easily"
" Where is your encampment, that
may know where to come and get itT'
Just beyond the church, by the
fort" ~ 80
"Well l will call on Monday. Be
sure that you don't disappoint me-" d
Saying this, he went into the house,
while the Indian girl resumed her load.
turned her footsteps toward home.
When she reached the camp, an un-
calmly woman came toward her and took
her pack from her, as she inquired in a
shrill, piping voice, how much she had
sold.
Zillah-such was the name of the girl
made no reply, but simply gave her
the money she had received
is that all?' the squaw said AS she
finished counting the money, and, not
giving her time to answer she resumed
You're lazy idler. Go in there"
pointing to the tent. "You shall have
no dinner to day."
Zillah slowly moved away, and when
she sat down on the ground floor of the
rude contrivance of wood and canvas
which served. the purpose of a tent, she
drew from her pocket the cigar-case
Tristan had given her for model, and
set to work to make one like it. AS she
swiftly but skillfully proceeded with her
task, the binding tears flied her eyes
and her bosom heaved with some sup
pressed emotion. She was not regret
ting the loss of her dinner, since she was
accustomed to that; but she was sad ON
account of something she could not her
self defne-a desire for something better,
longing after more civilized life.
For Zillah, although nothing but poor
Indian girl, had all the refined feelings
Of a woman, and although she had
passed all her life in this emi-barbarous
state, every year had only tended to in
crease her disgust for it, while the
glimpses she had of civilization and all
the communication she held with the
outside world augmented her aversion
tenfold. f
On the appointed day, Tristan rode
over to the Indian encampment. The
cIgar-case was finished; but, as he was
about to leave, it came on to rain so
hard that he was obliged to ask for
shelter in one of the tents. The woman
who had brought him the case, showed
him the tent he might rest in, and then
left him. 1t was rude combina, ion of
hut and tent As Tristan was sitting
IN the untidy place, listening to the
shouts of the men and the wrangling of
the women, he heard footstep behind
him, and, looking around, saw Zillah
coming into the tent by an opening at
the back. She was about to retreat
when she saw Tristan, but he motioned
70 her to enter, and, as he relinquished
his seat to her, she drew a small chest
from corner, took some work from it,
and then offered it to Tristan as seat.
He sat down, and she went silently to
work. Tristan was busy with his own
thoughts, and not q word was spoken.
At last he broke the silence by saying:
You don't like this kind of life?'
Like itf' :.
And then looking carefully around
to 80 that no one was Watching, she
added .t,s
/ hate itp t
"Then," and there was slight touch
Of contempt in his tone, "why do you
live heref"
Why do / live here7 Because /
must ivei Because / must have a
homel And, bad a. this is, 1 can find
no better"
But why do you not get into some
private family, where you would find
comfort, rest and refnementT'
Because we are considered q lying.
thieving set, from whom no good can
come, and no one would think for a
moment OF taking one Of ~ even for