Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1891-07-13

not the slightest movement to indicate a
disposition to go on the warpath by Gray
Otters band. All was quiet.
AS may be well supposed, Dorr was not
long In re-establishing his secret meetings
with White Fawn safe from the eye of
any providing savage, the trysting place
being chosen by the copbined cunning OF
those members Of the White and the red
race.
On the occasion Of one Of these meetings
and ia the early summer, White Fawn
startled him with theinformation that the
Indians would go upon the warpath, and
on his return be quietly gave this informa-
tion to the people Of the village. But sew
eral weeks elapsed, and the people allowed
themselves to ignore the precautions
which they had begun so actively. Mean
time DORIS infatuation drew him back
upon his frequent visits, though he knew
the agitation among the whites had put
the Indians upon the alert, and that scout.
ing parties were out. Indeed, his last visit
was upon the night when Gray Otter's
band held their remarkable war dance,
after which began those scenes Of horror
and devastation in the outlying settle
ments with which all who are familiar
with the country's history will well re-
member, but with which it IS not the iu-
tention in this brief sketch TO deal with,
save thus TO mention.
Dorr on the night in question had left
his canoe half a mile above, screened BY
oyerhanging bushes, and with true hunt.
er's instinct entered the woods deep enough
TO screen himself from any canoe prowler
on the river, but near enough to catch the
simmer Of tie starlit stream to serve as
his guide to the well known spot. eau.
tiously advancing, now creeping where the
trees were thinly set, now stepping quickly
from tree to tree and now pausing to catch
the least sound. All was still as DEATH
But at q point near 70 his haven of love,
and while creeping cautiously over n star
lit space, his ears were saluted with the
frightful yells Of the war dance, appalling
to ears far more accustomed TO the demon
ism than those OF Dorr.
Coming ia the midst Of a profound 81
lenee, startled and terrified, Dorr arose and
uttered an involuntary exclamation. In
stantly realizing his error, he dropped to
the ground again and attempted to reach
the dark shade Of the underground. Ii
was too late Two stalwart Sioux scouts
glided forward, threw themselves upon
hun, and in moment he was a pinioned
prisoner. There WIS but little struggle,
but so close to the trysting place did the
scene occur that the cry reached White
Fawn's quick ears, and knowing from the
sounds of the struggle that her lover was
captured she vanished to the camp
The war dance was interrupted By the
entrance Of the prisoner and his captors,
and Dorr was led into the circle Of the fire
before the chief. Gray Otter looked up
quietly mt Dorr and then glanced inquir.
ingly at one Of his captors. The latter with
some natural savage exaggeration related
the facts Of DORIS capture The other
scout corroborated the statement
10 was evident that here was a spy caught
In the act Of crawling In upon the camp
with no explanation to make, for Dorr had
hung his head when the chief. with the jus !
tice that always characterized his dealings
with the whites, asked the question, what |
We're you doing theres" Grunts OF salts
faction went the rapid round Of the paint !
ed warriors as they reveled in Imagination !
over the prospect Of foe roasted by a slow 4
fire and tortured with savage ingenuity ]
before they took the conquering war path. !
IL was an omen sent by the Manitou. But
the end was not yet White Tawn listened \
ia the shadow unable to control her terror Z
until the chiefs question was asked, and
seeing DORIS head bowed To his own death
sentence, eaped into the circle OF light and
confronted her father. Love had tri-
umphed
With an unmoved face Gray Otter heard
his question TO Dorr answered by his
daughter, who looked unfliuchingly into
his face. In the Sioux tongue she said, II
asked him to come 1t was loves sacri-
flee, for White Fawn had pleaded guilty. /
The old chief glanced keenly into the faces
Of his warriSrs as his hand sought the
buckhorn handle Of the heavy knife at his
side, but the faces showed no traces Of a
sheer, only an expression Of wonderment.
Then his eyes sought his daughters face
and settled on il with a deathly look He
rose with his hand still on the buck horn
handle and took step toward her, and she
did not stir. But before the chief could
take another step Dorr sprang before the
chief with pinioned arms and yelled: 'The
girl lies | came here as a spy
Gray Otter paused, irresolute, as with
purpose uufulhlled and his face changed
as he said slowly after the pause, ''Unbind
him and see him safe to the settlement"
Quick as the cords were cut, Dorr was
quicker in his leap to the side Of White
Fawn. Selling her hand he turned to the
chief and wondering warriors and said:
This IS my WIFE I will stay with her
people"
II was simple ceremony, but valid in
the tribe, and Gray Otter extended his
hand.-J. w. ". in Detroit News.