Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1904-01-07

plunge from the dun. Oblivion. The
aunt spent so many months of each
succeeding year away from her hus-
baud and the frontier. One Of the
girls playmates was a 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 Gen.
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 from one
year to another, and, Nanette, fool
ishly permitted to meet him again
in the East, had become infatuated.
All that art and education, wealth,
travel and luxury combined could do,
sionate 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, if only
she believes herself loved in turn,
and this did Nanette more than be-
ieve, and believing, shaved and
studied between his irregular appear
ances that she might wheedle 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 by, way 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 de-
clared complete, she had amazed her
aunt by expressing willingness sto 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 it
if one thousand dollars could be paid
at once. Hays patience had been:
exhausted. He had firmly refused to
contribute another cent to settle
Moreau's scrapes, even though he
was distant kinsman of his wife,
and they both were fond of his little
sister Fawn Eyes. 1t had never oc-'
Cured to Mrs. Hay that Nan could
steal from or plot against her bene-
factors, but that was before she
dreamed that Nanette had become
the Indians wife. After that any
thing might happen. IF she could
do that for love 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 a savage blow with revolver
butt. Poor Nanette!" sobbed Mrs.
Hay, and "Poor Nanette!' said all
Fort Frayne, their distrust of her
buried and forgotten as she lay, re-
fusing herself to every one; starv-
ing herself in dull, desperate misery
in her lonely room. Even grim old
ttBlack Bill'' whom. she had recog-
nized at once-Bin who had been the
first to confirm Blake's suspicious as
to her identity had pity and COM:
passion for her. "It's the way of the,
blood,'' said Blake. 'sShe is
Bred out Of that bloody strain
That haunted us in our familiar paths.
"she could do no different" said
the general, 'haying fixed her love.
on him. It's the strain of the Sioux.
We call her conduct criminal they
call it sublime"
And one night, while decision IS
Nanette's case was still pending. and.