Arizona republican., 1895-03-30
CHASED BY FIRE.
How Two Dakota Young People
 Became Engaged.

It was gloomy day in November. The wind rushed over Dakota prairie, causing the tangled masses of long grass with which it was carpeted to wave to and fro like the coming in or going out of the tide. Everything was brown and withered, and the sod houses scattered at wide intervals fitted well in the somber picture. There were patches of bare ground here and there, with piles of dead ''tumbling weeds, broken from their main stem and clinging together, rolling over miles of space, the playthings of the wind, and increasing in size as they rolled.
 A young girl stood in the doorway of 8 small dug out, and looked at these with troubled countenance.
 Tt would be terrible day for fre," she said to the lad who was twisting the hay for their night fuel a few yards away. ''Everything is so dry, and those weeds are collecting in such quantities that they would be 8 moving wall of flame if lighted"
 "Well,'' said the boy hopefully, ''it's getting late in the season for fires, and Jack Williams plowed half dozen ex- tra furrows around our house for a safety line. If the wind keeps on tear ing like this, we'll get rain or snow soon, and that will put an end to all anxiety. Ugh! what's that?"
 There was an echo of horses hoofs from the rear of the house, and an In dian came round the corner, mounted on white-faced pony, with blanket dragging loosely from his shoulders. The girl stepped back, and the boy dropped his hay and came near her, as if to offer her some protection.
 White Bear comes!' said the red man, with pompous air, laying his hand upon his chest as he spoke. Big Sioux-much big-wants flour, meal, salt porkI'
 For a moment Alice Maxon was frightened, but glance at her brother Elmer seemed to give her strength, and she answered, firmly: ''We have no food for you, White Bear. The year has been hard one for us. See our little farm, our one COW and horse, and our poor clothes We are only chill dren. l am eighteen, and my brother is twelve. Our father and mother are dead, long, cold winter lies before us, and we have not mouthful to spare" "
 The Indian frowned.
 White Bear must have four and oil ha nf prairie! Does the one COW give milk? White bear must have butter. Has the maiden chickens? White Bear must have eggs. have said it!'
 You will get nothing here," said FL mer Maxon, angrily. If you want these things, do as we have done; work for them, like good citizen of the United States!"
 Does the maiden say this, too?"
 q do not like to turn you away empty-handed, Alice returned in a gen. tie voice, but I cannot give you from our store of provisions. A great war rior will not be cruel, and if I offer to break bread with you, will not White Bear eat one slice and go in peace?"
 ''No!' growled the savage. White Bear will have what, he asks for or nothing! And if I getsnothing, tH bad children will be sorry; they will know what it is to be hungry and cold before springi"
 Alice turned away, unable to meet the stare of his revengeful eyes; but Elmer answered, dauntlessly: We are not afraid of you, and don't believe you are even big Sioux. Brave chiefs do not beg, or try to scare boys and girls, eitherl'
 We shall see!" said White Bear, in a guttural voice.
 He struck his pony with piece ot shingle that he held in his left hand, and rode away without looking back; but Alice and Elmer watched him out of sight with some uneasiness.
 T am sorry" said the girl "but in- deed l cannot help it. To give to one Indian is to open the door through which twenty more will file into your