The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-06-02
THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
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By g l. 70 B I N o N

calmness exhibited by the Cherokee
girl, when she obviously felt SO deeply
on the subject. That the Frenchman
had made the strongest professions of
love to her there could be no ground
of doubt; and that Starlight still dis
trusted his sincerity was equally sure.
What does White-Cloud think of
Smooth-Tongue" she asked, abruptly,
on the morning following.
Rosalthe felt that 1t was her duty to
deal truly and frankly with Starlight;
she therefore replied that she considered
lie Bland a dangerous man, to whose
protestations of love or friendship it
was not safe to trust; that If he had
professed to love her (Star-Light), the
truth compelled her to say that he had
not acted in good faith. for during the
last few weeks he had not ceased to
prosecute and render her miserable with
his avowals.
While Rosalthe was making this state
ment, Starlight kept her eyes fxed
searchingly on her. When she had
ceased speaking, her companion shook
her head and smiled family.
"And White-Cloud is sure that she
has no happiness In the words of Shots
kaT' replied Starlight.
Every sure" replied Rosalthe; "his so
ciety was not agreeable to me from the
first, and when began to be suspicious
that he was leagued with our enemies,
I not only disliked but feared him. I
have told you this before, but you
would not listen. Let my red sister be
strong. Let her soul rise above sorrow.
SmoothTongue is unworthy Of her
thoughts; therefore let her forget him.
Otter-Lifter is brave and humane, and
his heart signs for Starlight"
The maiden made no answer, and soon
after Rosalthe and Monon left the lodge
and walked into the forest together.
They had gone but a short distance
from the village when they were met by
lie Bland. He assumed an easy, assured
and arrogant tone.
81 trust you will be kind to-day" he
said to Rosalthe.
"Our cousin Of the Wyandots talks
but little" replied Monon.
$50 should think" added the French
man. "She seems to be a perfect mute
Is the gift of speech denied herr !
would speak a few words to you," con-
tinued the Frenchman, again address
ing Rosalthe, but In a more respectful
tone.
"Speak on" she replied, Disgusting her
voice as much as possible.
For a moment the Frenchman was 81
lent; a significant, sarcastic smile played
| over his features.
Think; reflect one single moment. Is
| there not some secret connected with
your present situation which you might
not wish to be known In certain quar-
tersf' replied LIE Bland.
"None In which wish you to feel in
| terested," returned Rosalthe. II do not
wish to have any further conversation
with you"
"There is a place called Boonesbor-
| ough," said the Frenchman, and a fam
| lily there by the name Of hfston," he
| continued.
Our heroine made no rejoinder, but
felt herself trembling In every limb.
"Mr. Aston had fair daughter whose
| name was Rosalthe."
| II know what you. would say" replied
Rosalthe. II knew the words that hang
upon your lips for utterance. What my
present situation may be, 1t cannot be
bettered by you. would not trust my
self with one who has proved himself
so recreant to all that IL honorable"
"You speak proudly and bitterly"
Rosalthe Aston. Captivity has not
turned your haughtiness and intractibil.
ity Of spirit. find you Just the same
but more cold, II possible. 1t was your
fathers wish that you should cultivate
a far different department toward one
who Is willing to be your slave"
Monsieur lie Bland, the time has
passed when such language could be re-
ceived with even semblance Of cour
tesy. Since your true character ha,
been revealed to me In the light of day
and there can no longer be doubt In
relation to that subject, shrink from
you with unspeakable repugnance."
at has come to this, them exclaimed
lie Bland. "You speak out at last; yor
throw aside the fllmsy mask imposed
by respect to your parents, and stanG
before me as you are; and l cast of
mine. The period of assimilation ha.
gone forever. Gentle speech and tn,
soft fooleries Of love cannot affect you
must WOO You as the gallant kni ght.
of olden times sometimes wooed fai,
ladies-by sterner arts"
81 cannot for a moment doubt Won,
inclination to commit any species of vii
lainy, since you have betrayed those VIII,
have loaded you with kindness. Alas
those most dear to me may already b,
bleeding In savage hands: Boonesbor
ough may even now be wrapped Ii
flames.
Eyes; Boonesborough Is invested b!
a great army. Du Quesne has sat dow
before 1t; 1t is threatened by fire ant
water. Many Of its defenders have fall
en-. All faces there are as white as thos
Of the sheeted dead; all hearts feel tn
icy touch of despair. Women and chill
dren are quaking with horror; tears flow
like rain; cries and prayers go up t,
heaven like a burden of terrible agony,
said LIE Bland
"And you, the author of this grea
wrong, can speak of 1t calmly" criet
Rosaithe. II would that could see thi
Captain Du Quesne. would throw my
self at his feet and entreat him to hav
mercy on the helpless and the innocent.
"But little would you move him." re
piled LIE Bland4 with a sarcastic smile
IT know him better than you"
'If he can bring such misery Of