Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-01-03

had them kill the sentry, If need be, and
the reason they didn't get Wing away was
that she couldn't wait until the sentries
had called off. They might even then have
succeeded, only her pony broke away and
she chung to Eagle Wing until he-he had
to hit her to make her let go.
The wild girl, in fury, declared it false
from end to end. The poor woman, weep
ing by her side, bowed her head and de-
clared it doubtless true.
Her story-Mrs. Hay's-was saddest Of all.
Her own father died when she was very,
| very young. He was a French Canadian
trader and traveller, who had left them
fairly we'll to do. Next to her Indian
mother Mrs. Hay had loved no soul on
earth as she had her pretty baby sister.
The girls grew up together. The younger,
petted and spoiled, fell in love with a
| handsome reckless young French half
breed, Jeaf~La Fleur; against all warnings
became his wife, and was soon buliied,
| beaten and deserted She lived but a little
while leaving to her more prosperous and
| level-headed sister, now welded to Mr..
| Hay, their baby daughter, also named
done their very best. Perhaps it would
| have been wiser had they sent the child
| away from all association with the Sioux,
but she had lived eight years on the
| Laramie in daily contact with them, shar-
| ing the Indian sports and games, loving
their free life and rebelling furiously when
| finally taken east. She" was the real
| reason why her aunt spent so many months
of each succeeding year away from her
/ husband and the frontier. One of the girls
| playmates was magnificent young savage,
a son of Grow Killer. the famous chief.
| The father was killed the day of Crazy
| Horses fierce assault on the starving force
of General Crook at Slim Buttes in '76. and
| good, kind missionary people speedily saw
/ promise in the lad, put him at school and
strove to educate him. The rest they knew.
| Sometimes at eastern schools, sometimes
| with Buffalo Bill, but generally out Of
money and into mischief. Eagle Wing went
| tn nd
| foolishly permitted to meet him again in
the east, had become infa tuated. All that
| art and education, wealth, travel and
| luxury combined could do was done to
| wean her from her passionate alteration OF
| this superb young savage. There Is no
| fiercer. more intense devotion than that
the Sioux girl gives the warrior who wins
her love. She becomes his abject slave.
| She will labor, lie, steal, sin, suffer, die,
gladly die, for him, II only she believes herself
loved in turn, and this did Nanette more
| than believe, and, believing, shaved and
| studied between his irregular appearances
| that she might wheedie more money from
| her aunt to lavish on her brave. When
| discovered meeting him In secret and by
| night she was locked in her third story
room and thought secure until the day
| revealed her gone by5way of the lightning
rod They had to resort to more stringent
| measures. but time and again she met him.
undetected until too late, and when at last
| her education was declared complete she
had amazed her aunt by expressing willing
ness to go to Frayne, when the good
woman thought the Objectionable kinsman
| abroad with Buffalo Bill Until too late
Mrs. Hay knew nothing Of his having been
| discharged and Of his preceding them to
the west. Then Nanette begged her for
more money, because he was in dreadful
trouble-had stabbed a police officer at
Omaha, whose people, so Moreau said
| agreed not to prosecute him If 81 600 could
| be paid at once. Hays patience had been
| exhausted. He had firmly refused to con-
| frihufo another fpDf
scrapes, even though he was distant kins-
man of his wife, and they both were fond
| of his little sister. Fawn Eyes 1t had
never occurred to Mrs Hay that Nan could
steal from or plot against her benefactors,
but that was before she dreamed that
| Nanette had become the Indians WIFE
After that anything might happen "If
she could do that for ,ve of Moreau," said
she, there was nothing she could not do,
And It would seem there was little short
of deliberate murder she had not done for
her Sioux lover. who had rewarded her
utter self-sacrifice by savage blow with a
revolver butt. Poor Nanetter' sobbed Mrs