Arizona weekly citizen., 1881-10-02
4 Tale of IInrifa.

A lait ui G iNiALds
 It was not often that Rosamund Ray saw the great spectacular show of suu- rise.
 Just from New York, freshly emerged from the hot-bed of a fashionable board ing-house, all the picturesque marye.s Ot Floridian life were like delicious dream to her. The birds whstIug m the sVamps: the roses blossOmIug m tbe pink wilderness: tLe creamy clouds or the magnolia swamps; the pretty, veran- da-circled old mansions on tEe hills; tLe cottages, around which orange groves blCssomed as Iuxuriantly as do the ap- ples and pears ol stauu,h old New LuG- land on the edge of weather beaten, brown farm-hOUses-au were like the pages of novel tO her eyes.
 To be sure Maurice Charley was none of the dwellers. m those Colonuaded houses, where Venetian awnings tutter- cd in the breeze, fountains sFaIkled like @ dream cf the AlLambra. the c0lored servants fitted Co and fro with trays Cf iced wines and tropical fruits. lie was only an enterprising young farmer. who had sold out his Northern acres OI rock and muilein-stalks, and invested his capital in a tlourishiug little orchard, finding, in the meantime, a temporary home in pretty cabin in the edge of strip of almost tropical Oods, where transparent little Glyer sang over tLe pebbles, and uilhtingales warbled as soon as the approaching sun set yeIled the secluded nook m shadow.
 Maurice had risen long before day light upon this particular morning, Co carry a load of fruit tO tue distant clty, and his sister Nell and Miss Ecsamuud Ray had been up Co pour ou, the strong coffee and serve the beaten b.scuIt and omelette for his early breakfast; and now. as the golden flood Of sunrise crcpt up over the woods, the two girls sat to- gether under the tangled sweet ess of the clematis vines, watching the rosy glow as it Overspread the river.
 "It is an earthly paradiseT cried en- thusiastic Nell "ii only"
 ROsamUnd looked up quickly.
 Wei" said she, ''whas is the if
 If only 1t wasn't for the Indians"
 Rosamund gave @ start.
 "Ihe-lndlansr sald she. "Oh, Nell, and we are all alone in the house"
 'Bon't be silly said Nell, laughing Maurice made ne promise, be.Ore you came, never tO breath a word about the Indians, but tine words slipped out un- awares, and
 Are they hostile tribesE gasped Ros- amund, the color fading from her iound cheeks. Are they very baTUaruus? Do they Turk in these swamps and spring out with glitterIug tOmahaWEs:' What nOnseusew sand Nell. Moth ing of the kind. It's only a few tramps that mfest the everglades, and sell uHs- Eets and steal whatever they can lay thelr hands on. The authorities will reach them after awhile. In the mean time it is not such a terrible thing Co keep the doors locked while Maurice Iz away"
 But all her hostess reassurinC words ! failed tO Quiet Rosamunds newly awak- eued terrors. The beauty of the cl ldeu | summer morning was all destroyed; tho | birds no longer sang sweetiy; the rosy rive- tides were turned to blood, and al | because Nell had diyulged the l tloridiar | brovned sons of the denounced race (" wish you hadn't told Inc said she with a quiyerIng Ep.
 So do l. laughed Nell, but ueVei | mind- Maurice vii be here by sunset | anu | AoL bt4ltHt AurIt aa4A A4At+i.-i | within ten miles of here.
 | So Nell went about her household | tasks, and kCsamUnd took her sketchml ! tablets and wandered out t0 the guar.el trees bordering on the river, secretly | faucying every mysterious bush Go be aI ambUscade, every sparkling dew-droI ! the recOnoIteriug eye of hidden savage with bow and tomahawk, war-paint aul noddng plumes.
 Until at last, wOOed by the secret intlu i ences of nature, quieted by the ripple o the river, and sCothed by the dream. tWitter of the wild birds. she waudere, on and on, sketcLing here a twls- p, trunk, there trying to reproduce th, picturesque drOOp of festO0u Of wll, vines, of the crimson glow of the swami piuks, until the far away whistle of tl. St. Margherita factory proclaimed th' hour to be high noon.
 Rosamund sprang to her feet.
 Twelve o'clock already" she salC aloud. and I full half a mile iron homel And promised Nell to help he with the blackberries, and tO make al omelette soufiie for dinner, just hk. those I ate at Delmonico's And, goo, gracious, I lad forgotten all about tl'
 Indians.
 With little shriek, she caught up thl