The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1902-03-07

nary Is about TO happen to me, al'
though / do not anticipate any fatal
( ity To myself. | sometimes feel as il
the great purpose Of my life is at
length TO lie accomplished: yet there
seems To be some gloomy shadow inn
pending over all. DO you believe in |
prescntiments. Mabel"
IL scarcely know whether I do or
not. Sometimes they seem to be oc-
casioncd by ones physical condition.
IL am in cxuberant health and spir-
its l have delicious day dreams, but IL
l am dyspeptic, and consequently de-
spondent. ! am afflicted with dark
prescntiments, which are never real
lied. Yet there are. doubtless. cases
in which coming events east their
shadows before"
IL think mine is one Of those cases."
said Joe. earnestly. and lapsed into
thoughtful silence.
Having rested his allotted time. Joe
set out upon his return trip. About
the middle OF the afternoon, while
passing through dangerous defile,
overhung with q thick growth OF
by large party of Arapaho braves.
and though he fought desperately and
managed to kill two of them. they
overpowered him, and having bound
him upon one of his own horses.
started for the village. They did not
reach il until next day, and meantime
Joe was closely watched. so that he
) had no opportunity to escape. On ar
} irving in camp he was delivered 10 the
, chief, who ordered him to he bound
to tree. and assembled council
of braves TO decide his fate.
While the warriors sat in grave de-
liberation. the squaws and children
, amused themselves by insulting the
!. helpless prisoner, who bore their am
5 noyances and prosecutions with be-
e coming fortitude. At length a squaw
a approached. and she seemed to Joe
as being quite different from the rest.
( She was much better dressed, cleaner
c looking, and lighter in complexion,
5 though her face was dabbed with
o the usual red and yellow paint.
!, She scowled angrily at the prisoner,
: hurled some sticks and pebbles at
j him, and objurgated him with the
t choicest Indian explosives; but what
n was his astonishment to hear her. in
), the midst of her violent TRADE. adj
IS dress him by name. Then she jerked
= out in broken sentences mixed with
o Indian. like this:
r BE careful-don't look surprised
d curse me-spit at me-do anything &c
r deceive these creatures-your safety
IS and mine depend on it--scowl ant
n look angry when you speak to me
a | am Mile Stacey. BE careful, anc
e. we will both get free"
e II required all Joes self commant
IT to follow the cunning woman's direc
e tons, and avoid betraying them both
but he succeeded. As she left and re
he turned TO him from time TO time
Id she gradually informed him of III
s. decision of the warriors concernin
I'd his case, which was that he should
m tortured as soon as scouting part,
il then absent. returned, and also of he
h, plans of escape.
is When the camp was wrapped J
X slumbcr and darkness, Mile cautious
ly approached. cut the thongs where
IN with Joe was bound. led him swift
and silently to where his own tw
v. horses stood waiting for them. and j
~ a moment they were mounted an
away. Mile carried a suspicious
looking bundle, and Joe asked he
is what is was.
That's my baby. Joe; you wouldn
have me leave that behind, woul
~ you?"
or There was no time to discuss tn
Mt question. for the camp was aroused
lg and with whoops and yells the III
Of dans were preparing TO pursue. 10
ps had no weapons, and they must out
ride the sayages or be lost: but thel
horses were much superior in fee
ch ness Il the ponies of the Indians. an
lit once out of bullet range they wer
&c safe. But before they could accom-
er plish this, volley was fired. Mill
We uttered cry of pain. and her chill
cd too, screamed as if il had been hi
ey but she bore up bravely and rejoice
that Joe had escaped unhurt. Liz
the wind they fed across the ope
ut plain, until the sounds OF pursuin
a hoofs were no longer heard benin
In them, when Joe drew rein and II
Ter quired into Miles condition.
,se Il fear am badly hurt" she said
weak voice. land baby is so quiz
of think he must be dead. May
ed that would he better for your SAX
TT Joe-but / loved the little fellow. f
nd am his mother. / had to mari
White Wolf or die. and ! wanted
Try live. You don't blame me, Joe?' 81
nd asked in piteous. pleading tone.
ed II can't blame you, Millie." he sa
ms, tendcrly.
aid But there seemed TO be weight
oe, his heart as he uttered the words.
lie The hoof beats were again hea
Ike in the distance. and Mile reused he
lis self for another effort. But IL was h
last. When again they paused for