Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-23
A Daughter 2! the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
Cop,riyht, lssc. by The Hobart Com pAny.

And it would seem there was little sshart of delib..ate murder she had not d..ae for her Sioux lover, who had rewarded her utter self, sacrifice by savage blow with 8 revolver butt. "Poor Nanette!" sobbed Mrs. Hay, and Poor Nanette!" said all Bort Frayns, their distrust of her buried and forgotten as sheslay, re- 1using herself to every one; starv- ing herself in dull. desperate misery ln her lonely room. Even grim old '.Dlack Bilr whom she had recog- nizad at once-Bill 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. 'She is
 Bred out of that bloody strain
 That haunted us in our familiar paths.' ..She could do no different said the general, having 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 in Nanette's case was still pending, and, still self-secluded, she hid within the .4rader's home, refusing speech with any one but little Pawn Eyes, a sleighing party set out from Frayne for a spin by moonlight along the frozen Platte. Wagon bodies had been set on runners, and piled with hay. The young people from officers row, with the proper allowance of patrons and elders, were slowed therein, and tucked in robes and furs, Esther Dade among them, gentle and re- sponsive as ever, yet still very silent. Field, in his deep mourning went mo- where. He seemed humiliated beyond words by his connection with this most painful affair. Even the gen eral failed to cheer and reassure him. He blamed himself for every thing and shrank even from his friends. They saw the dim glow of the student lamp in his quarters, as they jingled cheerily away. They were coming homeward, toward ten o'clock. The moon was shining bril- liantly along the bold heights of the southern bank, and insensibly, chat and laughter gradually ceased as they came again in sight of the twinkling, lights of Frayne, aIKF glanced aloft at a new-made scaffolding, standing black against the sky at the crest of Fetterman Bluff. Eagle Wing roosts high," said a thoughtless youngster. "The general let them have their way to the last. Whats that?' he added, with sudden stop.
 The sleigh had as suddenly been refined in. The driver, an Irish troop CT, crossed himself, for, on the hush of the breathless winter night, there rose and fell-shrill, quavering, now high, now low, in meprnfllsuliBo B weird, desolate, despairing chant, the voice of the heart-broken woman, and one and all knew at once it was Ma nette, after the manner of her moth- CTS people, alone on the lofty height, alone in the wintry wilderness, sobbing out her grief song to the sleeping winds, mourning to the last her lost, her passionately loved brave.
 Then, all on a sudden, it ceased. A black form started from under the scaffold:ng to the edge of the bluff. Then again, weird, wild, uacanhy, barbaric, almost savage strain burst from the lips of the giri. Mother of Heavin:" cried the driver. Can no one shtop that awful keen. It's her death song she's singi7'!"
 Two young officers sprang from the sleigh. but a; the instant another cry arose. Another form, this one of horse and rider, appeared at the crest. silhouetted with the girls against the stars. They saw the rider leap from saddle, almost within arms length of the singer; saw her quickly turn, as though, for the first time, aware of an intruder. Then the wailing song went out in sudden scream of mingled wrath, hatred and despair. and, like girl made one mad rush to reach the point of bluff where was 3 sheer de- scent of over so feet. A shrick of dread went up from the crowded sleigh; e cry of rejoicing. ss the in- truder sprang and clasped her, pre- venting her reaching the precipics.