The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1905-03-04

she would have gladly rested little, But
julia and Clara sewed on, without looking
up, and Helena's supercihous glance called
the red blood to her dark cheek.
mo. she said, quietly II must
90.
Then | viii walk part of the way
with you, said Guy, jumping up for his
hat.
II don think Agnes has accustomed
herself to an escort through the woods,
said Julia, radely.
Indeed, | am not afraid, said the
Interpreter daughter.
Afraid 1t isn't question Of fear,
said Guy ''Ii's lovely starlight night,
and | would like the walk. =
The three girls eyed each other as the
door closed behind the Indian girl and her
companion.
Very polite to rush off aud leave He
lena in that sort of way, said Clara, the
first night of her visit here.
'.Oh, | don't care, said Helena, gig
Cling. "A mere matter of taste, I'm
sure.
..Its Just ike Guy, said Julia Gag
aes Oscawanda is well enough, | dare say,
but she Is only an Indian girl, and it is
foolish 10 get her into the notion of ex
peeting the same attentions that We re-
ceiye
Meanwhile Mr.. Guy was walking along
the dreary forest paths with the beautiful
yonng daughter of the Indian interpreter
Not that | care for Agnes, though
she Is pretty enough to turn any man :
head, thought the willful young man,
but I'll teach those girls to treat her a
Httle more ciyiIly. What right have they
10 bully and insult herr won't have it.
Aud 50, although Miss Dickson had
been invited to make visit to the West
ern wildernesses, specially TO carry out a
darling design of Clara ard Julia Dave
nant, that IA match should be struck up,
or. perhaps, 'ignited' would be the pro-
per term-between her and their brother
Guy, the young gentleman persisted in
treating her with nothing more than the
regulation eiyilty.
"Its too mean said Clara, pouting.
when Helena has such nice little
property Of her own, too, added Julia.
And Helena, herself, who was getting
into the sere and yellow leaf Of maiden
hood, eurled her hair, and anointed her
cheeks with ''rose-bloom' more vigorously
than ever, for Guy Davenant was hus-
band well worth the angling for.
X x +
but you'll ask Anges 0seawando to
your picnic party, girlsg
Indeed, we shall mott Julia Deve-
naut answered, with toss of her naughty
head. "An Indian girl What would
people sayg'
Then | shant come to it?' said Guy,
independently.
Julia burst into tears.
"Guy. YOU are too hateful for any
thing! And Helena thinks so much of
the picnic y
mot enough, it seems, TO treat harm
less, pretty girl with ordinary deency,
said Guy, angrily tShe passed Agnes
Yesterday in the road without even speak
ing to her.
''Do you expect US to receive her on an
equality with ourselvesy
Il do not know why you should not,
was the brusque reply.
Il believe Agnes Oscawanda has be-
witched you with some of her fathers out
laudish Indian charms, " flashed out Julia.
perhaps she has, said Guy, laugh
inp "Her father or her own.
Guy, it is no jesting matter.
..Did say it was, Miss Spitfre? Do
leave me in peace little while now.
ssBut Helena wants you to 60 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 escorting Miss
Dickson down to the slope Of velvet grass,
shaded by superb forest trees, which had
been selected as the site of the merry max
ing. took his gun and started off into the
woods.
II won be deafened by the cackle of
these girls, quoth he to himself.
x :. y x :;
dead! Oh, father, he is not dead 2
Old Oscawanda, the swart browed In
dian interpreter, listened with his ear
against the stalwart chest of the fallen
hunter, who lay among the yellow autumn
leaves, where Agnes had found him, bathed
in his own blood. There had been some
imperfection in the lock of the new rifle
what or where no one ever knew, but it
was blown to pieces, and Guy Davenant
Law like dead man beside it.
They carried him to the little cabin be-
side the rushing falls of the Metarcasa, and
laid him on the rude couch of the old In
dian, and then he struggled his way back
again to life.
"Who bound up these wounds p he
asked, with slight shudder, as he glanced