The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-08-15

come even in this life. Sultawah
now so cold and proud, shall bow
before thee ; he shall plead for thy
kisses like child asking for
bread, but it shall be only for a
season. Like the swift passage OF
a bird through the air shall be the
hours in which he shall love thee ;
like the passing breath of a flower
shall be the kisses from his lips.
Otalka shall come-Otalka, The
hope Of thine own tribe, who has
loved thee long aud well. He shall
sIay the brave Sultawah, because
unasked lie won the love thou dIdst
refuse Otalka. He shall slay him
when the moon is bright and thou
fancy thy love secure. And
thou"
"Oh Tegithka," cried Oramai-
ka, ''the Indian maiden will die
with her lover; the same arrow
that pierces his heart will cleave
her own !"
slave, then, thy wish," said
Tegithka, "Hie thee to yonder
bank and bring me those culver
ing reeds and grasses; with them
| shall bind thee an instrument of
wondrous shape and melody TO
wake Sullawah's love, for he was a
child of the sea and nature should
enchain It's own"
She took the reeds and grasses
which Oramaika brought and wove
them into peculiarly shaped in
strument, and giving ii to the girl
said "For three moons thou shalt
meet me here, and | will teach
thee strains that will touch Sulia-
wah's heart and on the night Of
the fourth moon, the adored OF thy
heart shall come to ply his canoe
in these waters: thou shalt sing
thy song, Sultawah shall hearken
and yield himself captive at thy
feet.n
1t was the night of the fourth
moon. Oramaika, arrayed IN the
picturesque garb OF an Indian
princess, sought the river bank
Beneath the overhanging shadow
of grove of oaks she rested and
breathlessly awaited the coming OF
the canoe. Not once did she
doubt, Tor Tegithka, had foretold
his coming, and The old crone new
er prophesiel IN vain. Suddenly
the steady stroke OF an oar broke
upon the Stiffness, and by the pale
light of the moon Oramalka dis
cerned he outline of Sultawah's
canoe boldly skimming the waves.
Her heart almost ceases TO beat
and tremblIngly she strikes her
and he hears an echo
that is neither The breeze Whisper
ing among The trees nor the birds
telling their good night to the
stars. Sweeter and more alluriu2
seem the strains, softer and more
yleading sounds the singers voice
he has never expert
snced before seems suddenly
weakened in Sultawah's heart and
illing il with strange and conflict
ng emotions. The voice seems |
ike the echo of far off dream he |
nee experienced after a glorious |
-ictory upon these same waters,
'ague, phantOm.haunling memory |
Ie could never understand. Gu
iOusly he steered his canoe to the
,ank, and there, with her glorious
yes raised aloft, and The moon
cams glinling like sllvery ripples
mong the meshes of her dark
air, was Oramaika. She seemed
neonscious Of his approach, and !
ang and played as though her
leme were too pure and lofty for
arth. Sultawah, looking upon
or thus, thought he had never be-
eld anything 81 beautiful or so
lscinating Could this be Drama
IA, the Indian maiden whom he
ad so lately spdrned, and where
ad she learned the witchery of
lch melody! lie stood rivited |
, the spot, strange, new feeling
lrilled him through--dare he speak !
, her now, when she seemed so far
Dove all he had ever thought or
reamed off
But, hush He. hears his name.
an il be that she is recOuuting his
eeds OF valor, his triumps yet 10
eg And, sweetest OF all, she
ngs of love, but not the love
nown TO mortals. Ii it a divine,
esl flame that consumes her ma
ire, a heavenly spark that she
ould communicate 30 hs, and she
lrows into her song all earnest
ess Of purity and truth, which
IN alone win Suliawah's heart.
The oars drop from his hand, he
,rings ashore-he, the mighty !
arriOr, who has never yielded to
le wilchery Oi wOman's charms
and in anolher instant he was
neeling at her feet and mnrmur-
q: "He is here, thy lover, thy
arrior; lie kneels a willing cap
We at thy feetl He asks no bOon
I'VE 10 look once into Oramaika's'l
res and drink but once the love
lat trembles upon her lips Aud
ZEN, oh, most glorious of thy race,
he proud M0bilian brave Will be
die If only Orarhalka's
rm shah enf0ld him and tte fra
rance Of her breath will warm
is in that last mOmenti
But the maiden answered I
Nay, rslher let Oramalka be Sui
n.nL,. .I.nn gLa- LII LID hnr