St. Paul daily globe., 1894-07-15
CHAPTER XIX.

tSelf ,and L nad my wondrOuS memories
# yesterday to fall back upon.
The reservation was very quiet at this
line. The Indians were in an amiable
mood and the days were untroubled by
lnXietieS as TO their conduct toward us.
Capt. Atherton came as frequently
IS possible, and one day made me an
Itfer of his hand and heart.
l aid not accept him until had told
lin the whole history of my life, with
correct list of my ancestors names anu
III account of their social position. and
hat my real name WAS Anna Sherwood
Enerliegh.
II am S"utherner. you see," / SAID.
My uncle fought against, not you, tor
Iou were not old enough to fight at that
late, but perhaps your father"
"All that IS over" he said I'VE have
buried the hatchet | hope forever. AS
or the story of YOUR life, am glad to
lave heard il. But if you had been the
orphan of the poorest wretch alive it
could have made no difference whatever
% ne. love you for yourself alone. "
Then he caught me 10 him and kissed
ne a thousand times. Forever and
'oreyer," he said; "it is your soul love.
ny Mamie. your pure, sweet soul"
Before he went he spoke TO Mrs.
darch concerning our betrothal.
This little lady has promised to be
ny wife," he said. "You can guess
hat | leave her now with more than
Usual regret. Indee /, it is almost i'm
possible for me to tear myself away"
God bless you BOTH" said Mrs.
harch. u guessed it from the first"
md she kissed me and shook hands
With the captain.
That night as lay thinking of him
Ia1 L., Il e..l-: k,;.
lverything truly, but l. had kept back
me matter. l had not had the courage
% speak of the scene with the vGudoo
woman or of my possession of the
beauty stone.
our best pupil was Star Flower, lit.
lie woman of seventeen. wife of an ugly
I'D Indian named Lazy Legs, and sister
II Young Man With a Tongue, who was
leld in much esteem by other Indians
because of his perfect knowledge of
English ana his ability to speak for
hem with the whites OIL auy great
occasion, and 10 make bargains with
The traders in their own language dur
ng tue fur sales. Star Flower had
determined to speak English also.
md when Lazy Legs did not turn
Yranmcal and command her to stay at
home She used to trut up to the school
nummy-llke wrappings on her back and
study patiently. She spoke we'll enough
be understood, and 1t was with pride
her eyes that she gave Us the news of
he Indian village.
One day something of evident i'm
)ortanee was on her mind, and Mrs.
March told her that she might talk for
practice before beginning her lesson in
he school reader.
Ihe permission given, Star Flower ex-
nolted her beautiful teeth in a beaminy
imlle, and told Us that her brother had
eVealtd secret to her; that she had
promised not to tell 1t in the village,
out that she would tell US. The great
;hief Scream of the Eagle was just be-
FOND the hills. He waited there with
MS young braves aud ponies. Tomorrow
ne would appear. Young Man With IA
Tongue alone knew what brought him.
ana he had told her, his sister. What
ild the great medicine lady, Mrs.
March, think that he had come for?
Mrs. March replied that she hoped il
vas not to add our scalps TO his no
iouOt remarkable collection.
Star Flower replied very seriously
.hat at present the chief had far other
intentions. 1t was not a warlike but a
romantic expedition Oh which the great
warrior had set forth. Then she began
10 tell us how great chief Scream of
The Eagle was.
those who have at their command the
posto1hce with its frequent deliveries.
The telegraph, and even The teleDhonr
sometimes fancy that they must 20 mad
Is they wait for tidings from their dear
>nes. Let them imagine the feelings of
)ne who could not send a letter or a
ressage, or receive one, save at inter.
7alS of weeks.
A .presentiment of evil was upon me
ali day. At dusk it deepened. After
supper Mrs. March placed the screen
before her desk and retired behind it.
retired to my special desk near a win.
low OF the sitting roop, and opening
The pages of my diary, began to write.
As proceeded my terrors seemed to
vanish. Writing his name so often
seemed TO bring my future husband near
me. A vision seemed granted me, and
With the eyes OF the soul | faneied tina
Isaw him.
lie sat beside table both long and
wide. a pile of documents lay before
him. Suddenly lie paused. He sat
silent ard seemed 10 ponder on some
hing pleasant. Then he put his hand i'll
to his bosom and drew forth nv photo
graph, Which he himself had taken on
his last visit. l did not see this with
my eyes. 1t was, knew, only wax.
ing dresm, yet it was delicious. ] lei
my lashes fall upon my cheek. The
picture grew palmer From lamp at
his elbow pale, golden light seemed tC
fall. noted each dear feature, the hue
Of the bronztd cheek. the CLINT upon tho
waving locks, the beautiful eyes fixed
apOn my pictured face. For a time he
In hi
kissed ii.
AT this instant became aware of
strong odor of hair oil, of which the
Indians make great use, and which wa:
SO unpleasant to me as to he unbearable
when circle of little girls gathered
about my knee in school time.
My eyes flew open, my beautiful
dream vanished. A face was within
twenty inches of mine. Not that face
OF which had thought, but repulsvt
countenance, with copper-colored skin
marked features and hanging lips
Outside the window stood all Indian
his elbows on the sill. He stared ant
glared at ME with, it seemed to me, th
most awful expression that ever restet
OH human countenance
For a moment had no doubt that In
dianS were about to attack the schoO
house and massacre Mrs. March and ms
self.and as 1 sprang to my feet utiere,
scream and cried, Save me, Arthur
Save me!'
The tace at the window vanished
All was silent, but my terror wa
undated. Mrs. March. who had ais
sprung TO her feet, knocking over he
screen, now came running toward me
"Child," she cried, 'what is the mat
ter?" Explained. "No doubt we ar
both to be scalped." / sobbed. "Oh,
there nowhere to hide? Will it be an
use TO run away? What shall we do?
"if it is as you suppose, we can onl
say our prayers" said Mrs. March