The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1883-10-04
TIE WHITE A

hour of that time. She had been mar
RED six years, and, had she been asked,
she would have declared that since her
wcdding-day she had never known what
1t was TO be sad or unhappy.
Une morning she stood with her baby
in her arms watching her husband start
for mis- Office. just as he was about TO
turn the corner which would hide him
from those loving, watching eyes, he
locked back and kissed his hand.
me fair young wife, standing in
the sunny doorway, returned the
salute and then made the baby
put his wee, dimple fingers to his
rosy mouth and make an ambiguous
gesture towards his father. With a
smile upon his lips and humming to him.
self, the husband went his way. Toss
ing hercrowing babe. the wife re-entered
her home. No ominous foreboding
warned Edward Carthorne that he had
looked upon his wife's face for
the last time. Little did that happy
woman think what sufferings worse
than death she would pass through ere
she looked again upon that dear face
which had just passed from view, smil-
ing on her to the last.
Two hours passed away-the last
happy hours she ever knew. Her little
boy was playing with his blocks upon
the fioor by her side. Her baby had
fallen asleep in her arms. The door
opened behind her.
Don't wake the baby" she half
said, half sang, as she rocked, think
ing the intruder was the ervant.
Ugh !" said q cultural voice at her
shoulder. The boy 1t her side gave a
scream and clutched his mother. She
spraag to herfeet and confronted a tall,
si1isterlooking Indian. Even in that
awful moment she say a scalp of fair,
do wing woman's hair at his belt, and
noted that his eopper-colored skin was
hideously daubed with war-paint. She
turned very pale, and, putting one hand
down to her oldest child, held him close
to her side while she strained her babe
to her breast. But she spoke no word.
The next instant the room seemed full
OF the red fiends. She never changed
her first position, never uttered a sound.
She felt as if she were frozen with hor.
ror. Her boy was torn from her side,
and at the same moment one of the
Indians clutched the babe. She saw
the uplifted tomahawk sink into the
head or her eldest-born, and yet at the
same moment she was wrestling with a
huge Indian for the life of her infant.
a half dozen tomahawks flashed up
ward. She thought her hour was come,
and closed her eyes. The Indian who
had first entered said something in his
cultural tongue. They all assented in
chorus, and n of them went out, re-
appearing soon with a rope. They tied
1T about her, and, leading her as if she
were some animal destined for slaugh-
ter, they passed the mutilated corpse of
her eldest child, and so out into the
road. There they made a halt. Some
OF them returned to the house. 1t was
not until some time after that, looking
back from a distance and seeing her
Tear old home in flames, she knew why
half the party fingered.
They placed her upon a horse. One
OF The Indians who had hitherto held
the end of the rope in his hand now
lied it about him and leaped upon his
Indian pony. 1t was no easy work TO
hold her babe and guide her horse, but,
hewildered and agonized as she was, she
felt that it would not do to attract at
tention to her dear burden.
In this manner she left the happy
home where she had so long lived. She
had been so enriched by love that she
had not dreamed death or danger could
enter the charmed sphere. Within
tina blazing house where now was
burning the corpse of her murdered
son, her youngest child had been born.
There, slowly consuming, were all the
household treasures which she and her
husband had collected with such pleas
ure and self-denial. Where now was
Der husband? She turned her head and
beheld the village she had left a scene
of riot and carnage. Dwelling-houses
in flames, women and children fleeing
Tor their lives, men murdered without
the means of resistance. A conviction
that so had her husband met his fate
stabbed her heart like a dagger. All,
II they could but have died together!
Knowing to what atrocious cruelties the
indians subjected their prisoners, Mrs.
Carthorne prayed rather forthe death of
her husband than his capture.
That night the babe moaned and
cried constantly. When they were
about to mount their horses in the
morning one of the Indians spoke to
his companions and they both glanced
toward her. She felt that they were
talking of her and her last living child,
and she strained it to her breast. The
two Indians whose conversation had so
alarmed her then separated without be-
traying any hostile intention. In a few
moments the Chief, who had been en-
gagged in saddling her pony, motioned
her to rise and mount. AS she gained
her feet her arms were suddenly seized
from behind; so forcible was the grasp
that her child fell from her embrace
and lay upon the ground. The Indian
who had motioned to her ran forward,
and snatching up the infant whirled it
twice or thrice about his head and
then, in full view of the pinioned
mother, and with her wild scream ring
ing in the still morning air, he dashed
its head against 4 tree.
The Indians commanded the nearly
insensible mother to mount her horse.
BY a strong effort of will she retained
her consciousness. She knew that her
life rested upon her being no hinder
ance to the party. Her movements
seemed 10 be directed by one powerful
Chief. He it was who supplied her
with food, who took charge of her
pony, who held the rope that was knot
ted about her waist. From their ac-
tons they evidently feared pursuit.
After the first day they travelled only at
night, lying in ambush through the
day. They never relaxed their vigil
liant watch upon her. They showed
by their actions that her escape was
never to be made. She prayed for
death, she sofeared what the diabolical
ingenuity of her captors might have
in store for her. Then again she thought
of her husband, and cherished a faint
hope that some day they might be re-
united.
After about ten days of flight their
party was joined by another band of
Indians. They had some prisoners,
one woman and two children. No in
iercourse was allowed between the cap
tiFes. The woman appeared scarcely
pile to retain her seat in the saddle.