Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-11-14

upon Dlanket spread under some
great trees. and her husband sat be-
side her. A little half breed boy who
had been playing at his mothers knee
came running to her, and she took hip
in her arms and; kissed him. AS size
did so the mother approached and
stood looking down upon them. She
wore blanket, and, with it seemed to
shield her face. either in modesty or
shyness. But she made friendly
gestures and boy to whom she,
beckoued interpreted what she said to
him. !
.''She asks the white squaw who loves
her little boy TO sleep in her tent to-
night, and to eat first OF her food in its
shelter"
Margaret Graham was delighted with
the invitation.
Come" she said to her husband. "it
will he something to remember in the
future"
They arose and followed the woman
to the tent.
Within its shelter feast was spread.
The viands were tempting and the
great calibashes were filled with a
delicatcly favored drink. This the
woman. still yelling her face, pressed
upon Charles Graham. He drank
rather to crafty her than because he
liked it, and soon a drowsy feeling
stole over him. his hands dropped to
his sides, and be slumbered.
Hour after hour passed in oblivion.
But at last rcstfulness began to fall
upon him; strange visions passed
athwart his brain-scenes of his early
youth. faces forgotten for years, and
for the first time in his life lie dreamed
of Bright-Eycs. the Indian girl who had
saved his life and loved him there in
the old woodlands home among the
western forests.
She stood before him. smiling into
his face. He slipped a shining ring on
her brown finger.
Before the snow falls l will come
back to marry YOU he said.
Come soon; come soon" she an
swered, for you are my all; my life
my soul. my everything"
With these words in his ears Charles
Graham awokc, and, sitting up. gazed
about him.
The light of dawn was struggling
through an aperture of the tent, the
remnants of the feast lay before him.
Beside him on the rug lay his wife,
closely wrapped in Il blanket.
How still she layp He did not wish
to disturb her. but she was so motion
less that she alarmed him.
He put forth his hand-shc did not
stir. He flung back the blanket from
her face-she lay before him, dead. A
great wound in her bosom. her face
gashed in many places, and scalped,
and tied by a thong to her neck was
ring with bright stone in it. and a
piece of paper on which was written:
$50 return IL TO you. An Indian womnp
cannot lind me. BRlGHT.EYES."
There were strong. desperate men
among those emigrants. AS they
listened to the hideous tale their com
rade told. wrath took possession OF
them. Tl.oy put no faith in the pro-
teStations Of sorrow made by the In.
dians. and they were many and well
armed.
Before nightfall there remained OF
that peaceful little village nothing but
heap OF ashes. among which lay the
bodies of its men. women, and child
rem. The massacre was complete.
Several emgrants were wounded. but
only one killed outright was Charles
Graham.
They found him gashed with wounds,
lying beside the body of his murdered
wife. There they buried them. heap
ing the stones high above the grave,
and left them sadly
IL was day mo- man ,n1rpu IN re-
member. But later. when the moon
was risen, there came to the spot an
Indian woman. with half-breed child
in her arms. In her eyes were no
tears of pity or of sorrow. She stopped
before the cairn OF stones, and spurned
it with her foot.
so perish all betrayers. she NUT
tered. and taking her boy upon her
shoulders, stalked away across the
prairie.-Fdnaiy Story Paper.