The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1901-12-13
LIFE FOR A LIFE.


northwest Montana, whittier / had
gone from Now York in search OF
health and recreation. The town was
only a few miles from the Flathead
reservation. TO which l made frequent
visits, and In time became acquainted
with many OF the Indians. II was al
most a daily custom with me to arise
before daybreaA and make my way 10
an adjacent spur OF the Rocky noun
tains and there await the sunrise-a
magnificent spectacle. In one OF these
morning reveries which the beauty OF
the scene engendered an idea entered
my mind, the subsequent carrying out
Of which resulted in laying bare the
secret of a tragedy which otherwise
probably would have remained a mys-
terry forever.
/ had been a member of q camera
club in the east and an expert anna
teur photographer From my elevated
position among the crags / had very
extensive view OF the surrounding
country, as we'll as the picturesque lit
tie town that nestled almost beneath
my feet. The thought suddenly oc-
cured to me one morning that If l
had brought my parachute camera
with me | should have been able to get
some splendid views. Accordingly
telegraphed for the outfit and received
1t in a few days.
Among the acquaintances made was
a young Indian Of the name OF Rem,
an adopted son of a Mr.. Warren,
business man of the town. Rem, who
had been graduated from the Carlisle
school, was a Hercules in stature,
handsome Of feature and mild and gen
tie in his manners. He and / became
fast friends and for hours at a time
I sat in some coy nook in the noun
tains listening to his tales of Indian
life and adventure.
A few weeks before the time set for
my departure my landlady asked me
to take some views of the town that
she might retain as souvenirs. So the
next afternoon / went to the spot l
had selected as the most desirable
spot from which to take the views,
having delayed the trip until late in
the afternoon so as to AVOID the fierce
heat of the sun. 1t was rapidly turn
ing dusk when l packed my traps and
started down the mountain side for
my boarding house. l had gone but a
short distance when / nearly stumbled
over the PROSTATE figure Of my friend
Rem, whom l had not seen for several
days, and who was so deeply wrapped
in thought that he was apparently I'M
conscious of my approach. When
called him by name, he instantly
sprang to his feet, and grasping me
by the arm, at the same time fixing
his lustrous dark eyes upon my doubt
less rather anxious face, said: MY
white friend, you have no doubt many
times wondered at my secretiVeness
concerning my parentage and prob
ably have attributed my silence on the
subject to a desire to hide a shameful
birth But as you will soon leave me,
after bringing me much pleasure in
our short acquaintance, l wish to re-
lieve your mind from any doubts you
may have formed as to my birth and
parentage."
l frankly told him that really
thought it strange that he avoided all
reference to his father, and added that
probably there was some secret VOW
which he preferred to shelter in his
own bosom instead of having others
share it with him.
"You are partly right, he said, with
a slight tone Of bitterness in his
voice NOW, follow me, and l will
explain the cause Of my silence"
l followed his lead, and we soon
entered an Enclosure formed by the
AUDITING sides of two giant crags
There, hating near the centre, he
pointed to a white stone slab, which
bore the legend, now dimly visible in
the gathering gloom:
my FATHER"
There" he said in a voice choking
with emotion, lies the body of one
murdered, stabbed to death in colo
blood by cowardly white man
Though it is now nearly IA years since
that occurred and was then lad o.
years, l can recall everything tha
took place on that fatal day.
Il had gone into camp to procure
something to eat when was greatly
surprised to see the form of my fathe
stretched at full length on the grount
and surrounded by a number of tn,
tribe. Young as / was, dread sus
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