Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-03-22

Sioux to come and capture Hay and
 the wagon-fixed everything even to
 nearly murdering the sentry on Mum.
 ber Six. Pete and Spotted Horse, a
 young brave of Stabber's band, had
 compassed that attempted rescue.
 She would have them kill the sentry
 If need be, and the reason they didn't
 get Wing away was that she couldn't wait until the sentries had called off.
 They might even then have succeed
 ed, only her pony broke away, and
 she clung to Eagle Wings until he
 he had to hit her to make her let go.
 The wild girl, in a fury declared it false from end to end. The poor
 woman, weeping by her side, bowed
 her head and declared it doubtless true.
 Her story-Mrs. Hay's-was sad dest of all. Her own father died
 when she was very, very young. He
 was French Canadian trader and
 traveller who had left them fairly
 we'll to do. Next to her Indian
 mother, Mrs. Hay had loved no soul
 on earth as she had her pretty baby
 sister. The girls grew up together.
 The younger, petted and spoiled, fell
 in love with handsome, reckless
 young French half breed, Jean La
 Fleur; against all warnings. became
 his wife, and was soon bullied, beaten
 and deserted. She lived but little
 while, leaving to her more prosperous
 and level-headed sister, now welded
 to MT. Hay, their baby daughter, also
 named Nanette, and by her the
 worthy couple had done their very
 best. Perhaps it would have been wiser had they sent the child away
 from all association with the Sioux,
 but she had lived eight years on the
 Laramie in daily contact with them, sharing the Indian sports and games,
 loving their free life, and rebelled
 furiously when finally taken East.
 "She" was the real reason why her aunt spent so many months of each succeeding year away from her hus- band and the frontier. One of the girls playmates was a magnificent young savage, a son of Crow Killer, the famous chief. The father was killed the day of Crazy Horse's 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, was done to wean her from her pas sionate adoration 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- lieve, and believing, slaved and studied between his irregular appear i 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 aim, undetected until too late, and when at last her education was de- dared complete, she had amazed her aunt by expressing willingness to go o Frayne, when the good woman thought the objectionable kinsman lbroad with Buffalo Bill. Until too ate, Mrs. Hay knew nothing of his having been discharged and of his preceding them to the west. Then Sanette begged her for more money, because he was in dreadful trouble lad stabbed a police officer at Omaha, whose people, so Moreau aid, agreed not to prosecute him if f one thousand dollars could be paid t once. Hays patience had been exhausted. He had firmly refused to contribute another cent to settle doreau's scrapes, even though he vas a distant kinsman of his wife, nd they both were fond of his little ister Pawn Eyes. It had never oc- urred to Mrs. Hay that Nan could teal from or plot against her bene- actors, but that was before she reamed that Nanette had become he Indians wife. After that any hing might happen. If she could b that for love of Moreau," said she, there. was nothing she could not o."
 To Be Cont1nued)