The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1905-04-21


girl, and it is foolish to get her into
the notion of expecting the same at
tentions that we receive"
Meanwhile Mr.. Guy was walking
along the dreary forest paths with the
beautiful young daughter of the In
dian interpreter.
"Not that I care for Agnes, though
she is pretty enough to turn any mans
head" thought the willful young man,
"but I'll teach those girls to treat hel
little more civilly. What right have
they to bully and insult her? i won't
have it."
And so, although Miss Dickson had
been invited to make a visit to the
Western wildernesses, specially to
carry out a darling design of Clara
and Julia Dav,nant, that "a match"
should be struck up, or, perphaps,
"ignited" would be the proper term
between her and their brother Guy,
the young gentleman persisted in
treating her with nothing more than
the regulation civility.
"It's too mean!' said Clara, peuting.
"When Helena has such nice little
property Of her own, too" added Ju-
liza.
And Helena, lerself, who was get
ting into the scre and yellow leaf OF
maiden hood. curlcd hrr hair, and an
nointcd her cheeks with ''rose-bloCm
more vigorously than ever, for Guy
Davenau: was a husband we'll worth
the angling for.
"But you'll ask Agnes Oscawanda
to your picnic party, girls"
"lndeed, we shall no:!' Julia Deve-
nant answered, with a toss Of her
naughty head. can Indian girl!
What would people say?"
"Then l shall not come to it?' said
Guy, independently.
Julia burst into tears.
"Guy, you are too hateful for any
thing! And Helena thinks so mnch
of the picnic"
"Not, enough it seems, to treat a
harmless, pretty girl with ordinary
decency," said Guy, angrily. 'She
passed Agnes yesterday in the road
without even speaking to her."
"Do you expect US to receive her on
an equality with ourselves?'
~ dc not know why you should
not" was the brusque reply.
II believe Agnes Oscawanda has
bewitched you with some of her faith
er's eutlandish Indian charms" flash
ed out Julia.
"Perhaps she has," said Guy laugh
ing. "Her fathers or her own"
"Guy it is no jesting matter"
"Did l say it was, Miss Spitfire?
Do leave me in peace little while
now."
"But Helena wants you to go with
her to gather flowers and autumn
leaves"
II shall do nothing of the sort, :"
said Guy; and he adhered resolutely
to his resolution.
The day of the much anticipated
picnic came; but Guy, instead of es-
corting Miss Dickson down to the
slope of velvet grass, shaded by su-
perb forest trees, which had been Sc
lected as the site of the merry making
took his gun and started off into the
woods.
II won't be deafened by the cackle
of these girls," quoth he to himself:
"Dead! Oh, father, be is not
dead?"
Old Oscawanda, the swart-browed
Indian interpreter, listened with his
ear against the stalwart chest of the
fallen hunter, who lay among the yel-
low autumn leaves, where Agnes had
found him, bathed in his own blood.
There had been some imperfection in
the lock of the new rihe-what or
where no one ever knew, but It was
blown to pieces, and Guy Davenant
lay like dead man beside it.
They carried him to the little cabin
beside the rushing falls of the Metar-
casa. and laid him on the rude couch
of the old Iudian, and then he strug-
gled his way back again to life.
"Who bound up these wounds?' he
asked, with a slight shudder, as lie
glanced downward at bandages and
wrappings, and began to comprehend
the full extent of the peril from which
he had so miraculously escaped.
81 did," Agnes Oscawanda answer