The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1889-10-24

her weary suitor, and laugh 30 gaily that
his disappointment would be almost for.
gotten. Kiesee would say often to her:
"Shall you be bride 10 none of our great
and noble chiefs, Waseenee, my beauti.
full daughter?" And she would always
answer, II love them not, my father, I
love only Kiesee.' Thus,the days passed
on, and as they passed Waseenee grew
more and more lovely. Kiesee ceased to
ask her to wed the great chiefs, for he
thought, chow can 1 live without her."
One day Waseenee roamed the woods
and culled the flowers until twilight.
On her homeward way she sat down on
the edge of precipice in one of the
widest of mountain rocks to arrange 8
garland to twine in her beautiful hair.
As she sat there she sang softly to her.
self an old Indian love song:
'Chief from the mountains
Tarry not late.
Love in thy doorway
Lonely thee waits.
Come, haste thee onward,
Let naught tetide,
She is awaiting
She'll by thy bride."
As she finishes the verse she sighs and
looks sadly into the cataract below.
"Why do I only love Kiesee2 All the
msidens have their lovers, but I can only
love Kieaee." a slight ruatliDg Of tie
leaves behind her startled her and she
sprang like deer to her feet. There,
within a few yards of her stood tall,
handsome figure, but not rel skin, it
was the pale face.
Waseenee, with all the agility of her
tribe, was about to bound forward and
give the alarm, when the stranger, an.
ticipatiDg her intention, with an unusu.
ally swift movement was kueelipg at her
feet. Beautiful creature," he entreats,
"spare me I have lost my way, and /
fear am at the mercy of the Indians.
Spare me, I pray !" Waseenee was &C.
quainted with the language of the whites
and understood. Touched by his words,
she held out her hand. ''You cannot
stay here" she SAYS softly, "the red men
will fud you ere you see the great sun
again; come with me and I will pray my
father to let you go in peace" The
young man rose quickly, gratefully
kissed the little hand held out to him,
and followed Waseenee to her fathers
wigwam.
Kiesee scowled darkly upon the pale
face as Waseenee talked rapidly to him
in the Indian tongue. Finally abe
seemed to have gained her point, for she
turned from her father, smiliugly placed
stool for her guest. and began to pre-.
pare the evening meal. The stranger
stayed that night at the wigwam. Kie.
sees bow was still dark, yet he never
spoke. Waseenee sat in the moonlight
that night and sighed, "What is it in my
heart All, what is it in my hearth"
Many days sped rapidly by, and the
pale face fingered at the little wigwam
as if bewitched. All! be could not 60
away, be loved the Indian girl, the beau.
tiful Waseenee. "Will you go away to-.
day ?" she would ask him sadly each
day, and he wonld each time smile and
reply, "Not to-day" Then she would
laugh gaily, and be happy again until
twilight. They were standing by the
precipice where he had first met her one
evening, the cataract pouring and roar.
ing beneath them. "Will you go away
tomorrow says the beautiful girl, lift
ing her dark eyes sadly to his. eyes, I
think must go to morrow" he answers.
She moves step nearer to him, and lift.
ing her hand to her heart she asks wist.
fully, "Why is this pain here, it was
never here before you came?" The
young man caught both the little hands
in his. "It is because you love me,
Waseenee, is it not beautiful Waseenee
Come with me and be my bride," and be
put his arms around the lovely form and
drew her to his heart. ri will come,'
she answers softly, "for / love you more
than Kiesee."
They we're too happy to think of dan
ger. The dark face of Kiesee watched
them through the bushes, and when he
saw his beautiful Waseenee held to the
heart of the pale face, with a spring like
tnat of a tiger he vas upon him
"Choosc between us, Waseenes !" he cries
with all the native savage cruelty in his
voice. She knelt at his feet: "Oh, my
father, 10 the name of the Great Spirit
spare him, for love him !" "What
traitor never !" And be buried hi
victim, powerless in his grasp, into the
surgiug waters below. But Kiesee wa:
in terrible passion, and had gone s
step too near the edge of the clif and er'
be could regain the footing which hst
never before failed him, he was falling
falling. and Waseenee was alone.
Kiesee's body fell very near the side
OF the cliff, ard lodged on rock. 1
was taken out by his beloved tribe ant
laid TO rest in a tomb of rock near the
side of the cliff where he had fallen
Waseenee was never seen again. 1t wa
supposed that she threw herself from th
precipice. and found grave with he
lover. The mountaineer now, at tn
twilight hour. burries by The fatal spot
He tells US that Waseenee's spirit wan
ders there in the gloom aud darknes:
and chants her spirit like miserere to th
stars, while the cataract roars and surge
like a lost accompaniment to her song.
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