Morris tribune., 1892-07-06

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The senior Carter was not Indifferent to
the growing intimacy between Robinson
and his daughter. 1t was he who, on a
former visit to the place, had built the log
house in which Robinson conducted his
business. One day, with black scowl on
his brow, he entered the shop and said:
"Robinson, am going to close this forge;
Ihave no more use for it."
Stopping for an instant in his work, Rob
inson looked up and replied;
sThere is more need for forge here now
than ever, and if you want this building it
will only force me to put up another"
With anger in his eyes, Carter shouted:
1T is you want to get rid of! l warn
you sir, if you value your life, to leave at
once. Do you hear me-"
II hear you," said the blacksmith, "but
have given you no reason for this treat
ment, and you have no control over me. !
propose to leave in my own good time"
Carter left WITHOUT another word, and
the blacksmith went on whistling to the
accompaniment of his ringing hammer.
Now it happened at the same time that
young French trader, named Louis Huger
who lived farther up the Republican, en-
tertained feelings similar to those of Joel
Robinson for the beautiful Maria Carter,
Huger was slender, sullen young man,
for whom Mr.. Carter had no particular
liking, but it struck him that, by pretend
ing to encourage the Frenchman, he could
play the part of Iago and get rid of both
of his daughters undesirable admirers at
once. ...... . .....
Jean Carter sought out Huger and told
him of his dislike for Robinson and of his
anxiety to be rid of him. Eager to find fa-
yor in the eyes of the man he was so anx-
ious to have for a father-in-law, he took
his hand and said: .-
II hate the blacksmith as much as you
do, Three days ago he ordered me out of
his shop because I accused him Of trying
to steal the affections of your daughter"
I don't want the wretch killed." Carter
hastened to say, "but you know the Chey-
ennes and can get them tocarry him off,
don't care where"
''I will have him carried off" hissed HUI
ger, "and Twill promise you that he will
never come back.
!!.Nhen can you do it?''
SAT once; tonight,'' was the reply.
The men shook hands, and Louis Huger
hurried away.
Three miles up the river was the camn
Of Wishta, a Cheyenne chief In those
days central Kansas was covered with
buffalo. Louis Huger found the Cheyenne
chief asleep in his lodge and woke him
up. Speaking in the Indian language
which he knew as well as his own, Huger
said:
'Wishta, you know the white black
smith," The chief replied:
"I do. He shod my horse that never
wore shoes before, and made some arrow
heads from iron that are better and sharp.
er than stone"
.'He is q traitor" hissed Huger ':He is
here as a spy, and comes in the advance
Of thousands of white men, who are to
follow and seize the land of the Chey-
ennes!"
The chiefs eyes burned as he heard this,
and reaching out his hand he said:
''Meet me tonight when the moon is over
head,' and he pointed red hand at the
zenith
That night, when the moon rose, Louis
Huger saw Joel Robinson and Maria Car
ter talking under l, cottonwood tree near
the forge, but his jealousy was quenched
by the thought that 1t would be their last
meeting.
In the distance he caught glimpse of
q band of Indians, grouped by the bank OF
the river near Carter's house.
'Let them kiss and make love for few
hours more" said Huger, "there will be
plenty of time for me, !"
The next morning Louis Huger was
gone; Wishta, with nearly half of his Chey
enne warriors, was away; Maria Carterwas
missing, and near Robinson's forge was a
pool Of blood and the evidence of desper
ate struggle.
This state of affairs soon became known
in all the camps up and down the river
1t was some time before the truth came
out; then it was made evident that the
Cheyenne chief, for reasons best known to
himself, but no doubt to satisfy an Indians