The Press., 1889-12-12

BRIGHT EYES REVENGE.
 The legends of the Chippewas, once powerful tribe of Indians whose wigwams dotted the shores of Lake Superior, fur nish no more terrible tale than that of Paw-naw-da- or Bright Eyes, ayoung girl. possessed of more than ordinary beauty for one of her race.
 The daughter of chief, she was nat urally proud of her blood and station, cold in heart and revengeful of an insult to very desperation. Often she had been wooed, but never won. The arrow that was to reach her breast appeared not to have been feathered until Ernest Regarde, an agent of the North American Fur com pany, ventured in the vicinity of her peo- ole and filled her ears with glowing ac- counts of how Pocahontas had been re- spected and treated. Then her pride awoke as it never had before, heaven soaring although it had always been, and she long, ed for such a position. Her fondness for attention was fattered by his constant vis- it's to the wigwam of her father, and her love of dress pampered by his showy pres ents. She held her head still higher above her companions, passed them with a cold stare and naughty tread, and took little pains to disguise her determination to be- come the wife of the white man. So far from finding other female society that was at all attractive, it was very pleas. ant for Legarde to coquette with the In- dian girl, to have her watch for his com ing, to see that she dressed and decorated herself exclusively for him. But it was a very dangerous pastime. The fox was not more crafty, or the rattlesnake more treacherous, and it would have been bet l ter for him if he had made either of them Ia companion. Yet the girl loved him te adoration: He was by far the handsomest man that had ever visited her fathers wig wam-one, in fact, that any girl would gladly have accepted for dover, bringing as he did, the charms of education anl money to back those of manly bearing an6 beauty.
 During the entire winter he had beer attentive to the Indian girl, and, with tn, coming of the warmer months, they ofteI I foated together over the crystal waters o 8 beautiful stream or wandered togethe through the evergreen woods. At first tn, white man had thought nothing of he save as pleasant companion, but, as tn PhooCA, uAS StaJ U0CdM0 pTO6EdCb01 and orders came for him to remain anothe year. He began to realize that she wa necessary for his comfort, and his likin, grew into something very near to love Then he built wigwam of much greate pretensions than any in the village, an, resolved that she should fill it-in short be his wife; wife as such marriages wer viewed in that section at that day-that is simply marriages of convenience, to b ignored by the husband when he depart ed, no matter though half dozen hall breed children had the right to call hir father. ,.as'
 There was one of the number that COT stituted his party who looked more clear1
 at the matter than did Legarde. Old Jo
 Fisher had been trader and, trappe
 among the red men for more than SCOT
 of years. He knew their character to
 we'll than to judge them otherwise tha
 aright, and he shook his head solemnly g
 he saw the matter was verging toward
 climax.
 ''What are you taking so much troubl ? about that shantv for ?'' he asked Legarde as he saw the rude but comfortable strut ture near completion.
 'To live in, Joe," was the answer.
 Wasn't the one you wintered in goo
 enough p
 "No; it was cold and uncomfortable" l" "And you are not going to live in
 alone ?'' asked the old man, turning hi head aside, as if ashamed of the question "Can't tell yet But there goes Brigt 1 Eyes, and I want to see her." And b
 dashed down to the waters edge, halle ]. her as she was passing in her canoe, ,jumpe in, and was padding away toward one
 the little islands that line the mortimer i, shore of the lake, flashing with their dens foliage like emeralds set in a changin
 sheen of turquoise.
 ''There goes man to his rum" mu : tered Joe, sorrowfully, as he took up h
 rifle. Often had he intended to warn l.
 garde, but the young man was his s' l perior, and, infirm of purpose, he put 0 f the evil day.
 But the young man gave little heed the words that Joe had spoken. From tf moment he had seen the Indian girl g { other thoughts were banished from | mind. With her light canoe dancing ov, = the waters, and dressed with far more ths
 ordinary brilliancy-with scarlet Howe
 woven in the heavy braids of her intense s black hair, with her eyes brilliant at tl
 sight of him she loved and from whom sl , hoped so much with smile upon h. < full red lips--it would have been strane . if it had been otherwise.
 The little island reached they moore :, their canoe, and, wandering away fro n the shore and completely out of sight s we'll as hearing, seated themselves on il
 short and velvet-like grass, mosaiced 1 u myriads of tiny flowers.
 :; "How beautiful you look today" sa = Legrade, as he took the hand within h " own.
 . 'Is the daughter of the red man as ia ? in the eyes of the paleface as those of h
 own people ?' asked the girl, raising h. v eyes so as to look him fully in the face. s "There are few as handsome as you ar !; I know thousands who would give all the
 have for your figure and eyes and hair" g ''But they are like the snow and Il s daughters of the Chippewas are as brov d as the hillside when the frost has breathe l. upon it..
 n "Pshaw You are the fairest of al yo, tribe. You know that I have often to
 you of Pocahontas. doubt if she was white as you."
 s'And yet she was looked up to by tt palefaces P
 'Yes; went to England, married ther
 and lived in such sp1endor as you nev
 even dreamed of."
 Never before had Legarde fully dete | ,