St. Paul daily globe., 1888-06-08
The MANAGES CHILD.
ArALEoF LOVE ROMANCE AND TRAGEDY
BY w. KENNETH COCHRANE.
Founded Fact Furnished by the Courtesy of j. Fletcher
Williams, of the State Historical
Society.

whose lOugeS llneQ DOtn SIDES or the
stream. Several letters were written
from here, and the following is an ex-
tract from one:
Indian guide, Chippewa, who, it is
claimed, knows the land for hundreds
of miles along the shore of the lake.
lie says he can take us to a remarkably
fine trapping ground and we have made
him one of the party. We anticipate
splendid results, 50 hope with us. and
do not worry if you do not hear from us
often. 1t will be difficult to send you
word after leaving here, but until you
do hear, keep up your courage and be-
lieve me. Your most devoted son and
brother, CYRUS"
This was the last word ever received
from the three members of the ill-fated
party. Months flew by and heightened
into years, and the folks back in Good
hue county gave up the boys for dead.
Numerous trappers were interrogated,
but had never heard of the three boys.
With the prayers of the families fol-
lowing him, Jacob Sphinx, an elder
brother of the lost Cyrus, started in
search of the three boys. He arrived at
the falls and started with another guide
to follow the beach, said to have been
the course mapped out and followed by
the three proSpectorS.
A month soon passed. No word. An
other month was added and still another.
but nothing from Jacob relieved those
anxious hearts at home. He, too, was
gwen up for lost and the relatives and
friends communicated the facts of the
case to an Eastern detective agency,
offering liberal pay to the one who
would solve the mystery.
Rnhprf or
youth, volunteered to take the case and
he it is who is found conversing with the
Indian girl at the opening of this story.
He had appeared at the Indian camp
some weeks before and gained
the friendship of the old chief
and his followers, at least so it
seemed. He frankly told them that he
was poor and had come there to trap
and make money. A tepee had been set
apart for his exclusive use, and to this
he silently wended his way when left
alone so abruptly by the six old men.
Throwing himself upon the grass, he
gave way to meditation.
Thus far | have not the slightest
cue," he sOlilOQuiZed, "nut am willing
to swear that the old chief could tell me
SO sharply when l asked about the girl,
and who and what is she? Truly. she is
beautiful girl, but there is
an expression about her eyes that
L do not like. The chief is
plainly angry at me, though why l do
not know. Why should simple ques-
ton about a girl of the camp arouse
him so? Perhaps he's Jealous of her.
Humph! Well he may be, for have
fallen a decided victim to that fair
creature myself"
A slight step startled him. A touch
on the arm, and the object of his
thoughts stood before him. Again he
experienced that strange thrill of de-
light, and arose. He was about to
speak, but she put her finger on her
lips to warn him to silence.
docs white brother wish to go with
me? Speak low," she whispered.
"Where?" he asked in the same eau
tious tones.
Never mind, will he come?'
Lead on" said the detective.
She turned and rapidly led the way
several hundred yards distant to where
a canoe lay on the beach. By its side
lay the paddles and number of queer
looking bundles about three feet long
and half foot thick. The girl reached
beneath some willows and drew forth a
large pole, the end of which was three
pronged like Neptune's fork. He saw
at glance that the bundles were of
birch bark and knew she meant to go
spear fishing. Though much surprised
and Intensely curious he bided his
time. The canoe was launched, the
bundles placed in it and the two padded
swiftly along within a hundred yards of
the bow and bundle of bark fastened
to the end