Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1889-06-20


deep sigh. az though Of relief, and |
on her kncos at my feet
"No. mol" / said, mot thcro; sit
here by my side, and moving along,
/ made place for her upon the couch.
But she shook her head and raised
her dark eyes TO mine pleadingly, and
laid her two little pale hands in ny
lap.
took them again, the tiny futter-
ing things, and held them within my
own warm clasp.
81 am so glad you have come" shn
said in sweet, plaintivo voice; "a
have waited so long for one brave
enough TO come here alone that l
might tell them my story She
paused. Suddenly she sprang TO her
feet and said in fierce, intense whis-
per:
ellis grave, his gravel Have you
seen itP"
"His graveP Whose grave, dearP
Be calm"
IL came TO mo at once, seeing this
creature and hearing her questions.
l knew only too well that the dis
honored grave OF Crayie Brau-Wylleen
in the old. disused, desolate cemetery
near Weir Heights was tho one TO
which she referred, but l oaressed
the slight shrinking form and waited.
"Crayle Brau-Wylleen's." she an
swered me. hoarsely, and thon she
k..t.. t..t, . t,ur.,t - .,ba ora taara
Presently she grew calm. "He
never did itr' she said. firmly at
was all false, bitter lie. lie made
mo jealous, and vowed revenge. !
wrote those crdcl letters and
sprinkled the blood OF favorite
hound (whose life took) about my
bed and over the floor and door
steps" She shriekcd and groaned
and continued; They thought he
murdered his young wife; but no. she
lived TO SEQ him hanged. Ahr re-
vengc was sweetw She uttered a
low, blood-curdling laugh that chilled
the marrow in my bones. Rising, !
hastily thrust her from me.
Don't, don'tr' she moaned pite-
ously. "If you only knew what !
have suffered, how | have atoned ="
Then raising her dark eyes heaven
ward. Even such as He forgives." I"
took her 10 my heart again. II
was not for me to judge.
81 could not rest in my grave" she
went on, her long, light hair falling
about her beautiful shoulders like u
aeecy cloud. her bosom heaving with
emotion. You must clear his name
from all stain. Craylc Brau-Wylleen
was as guiltless as you of any crime.
II was my hot-headed, Jealous nature
that did it al"
She paused and unfastened a single
white rose that nestled in {. q folds OF
silk and lace upon her bosom and
pressed it into my palm.
"Here, take this, and let IL prove
for me that am speaking 'he truth. "
The delicate perfume of the fragrant
flower seemed to ill the air about us
and intoxicated me with its sweetness
| raised my eyes dreamily to the dark
orbs bending above me.
promise me, murmured the beau.
tiiul lips.
Il promise" answered. with diff.
Guilty. as the dense fragrance seemed
to overpower me.
White, pink and blue clouds ap-
peared 10 encircle a fair, vanishing
form, a sound as OF many harps and
singing voices fingered upon the air,
and then came the slow, muffled beat
ing Of drum. Nearer and nearer Il
came, louder and louder. and with the
shrill tones OF voices and the wild
neighing OF a horse.
BLACK Dickr' awoke with q
start Iiad been sleeping and dream.
ing? The sun was shining in through
a crevice in the old stone wall. The
lamp stood on the floor by my side,
the oil burned entirely out OF it.
recognized the voices OF friends at
the door, and. feeling dazed and be-
wildered. arose to meet them; as
did so something fell upon the floor al
my feet
Pausing, looked down.
A single white rosel picked up
the irail, beautiful thing reverently,
and a subtle awe stole over me. 1t
must have been true.
You frightened us all nearly TO
DEATH" came a clamor OF voices.
The idea Of falling asleep In this
haunted castle.
Talk about nerves! Why, yours
must be iron-bound."
did not smile-how could /? and
they jol1ed me numerically all the
way home, aud "Black Dick, poor
patient fellow, stood at his post all
the long night through. He licked
my hand and nestled his great head
/ on my shoulder as / unfastened him
and led him out OF the old yard and
sprang into the saddle unassisted.
II was nearly noon when we
reached Weir Heights. and for one
was very hungry. After dinner, when
had rested, 1 gathered my friends
about me and told them the story ol
tho night before at Brau-Wylleen.
lhere was much Laughing ana chaH'
ing. but my subdued air impressed the
susceptible ones not little, and when
from the depths Of my sachel | brought
forth the wilted white rose. still dewy
with fragrance. a silence fell upon all.
That sure y vas proof, and il went
abroad far and near. these wonderful
tidings, resulting in the removal o.
Crayle Brau-Wylleen's bones 10 ms
home-tomb In iar-distant lands, and
still carefully boarded among my mos
precious treasures the faded whit,
rose OF Brau-Wylleen. Mrs 5. G.
Hazlett, In Detroit Free Press.
The Craze for City Life.
One hundred years ago our leading
men, our men OF wealth aud culture