The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1906-05-12
THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
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|By % L 90 B N S O

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 it 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 II
was not safe to trust; that II ne hao
professed to love her (Star-Llgnt), 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 nxed
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-
kaW replied Starlight.
every sure" replied Rosalthe; ibis So
ciety was not agreeable to me from the
first. and when 1 began to be suspicious
that he was leagued with our enemies.
not only disliked but feared him. l
have told you this before, but you
would not listen. Let my red sister be
strong Let her soul rise above sorrow.
Smooth-Tongue 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.
II 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 her?
would speak few words to you," con-
tinued the Frenchman, again address
ing Rosalthe, but In q more respectful
tone.
"Speak on" she replied, Disgusting her
voice as much as possible.
For a moment the Frenchman was ST.
lent; 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-
ters" replied LIE Bland.
"None In which I 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 Alston." 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, it cannot be
bettered by you. l would not trust my
self with one who has proved himself
50 recreant to all that is 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, If 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 has
been revealed to me in the light of day,
and there can no longer be doubt In
relation to that subject, I shrink from
you with unspeakable repugnance."
1T has come to this, thenv' exclaimed
lie Bland "You speak out at last; you
throw aside the fimsy mask imposed
by respect to your parents, and stand
before me as you are; and I cast of
mine. The period of assimilation has
gone forever. Gentle speech and the
soft fooleries Of love cannot affect you:
l must WOO you as the gallant knights
OF OIden times sometimes WOOed falr
ladies-by sterner arts"
II cannot for a moment doubt your
inclination to commit any species of viii
lainy, since you have betrayed those who
have loaded you with kindness. Alas!
those most dear to me may already be
bleeding in savage hands: Boonesbor-
ough may even now be wrapped in
flames.
eyes; Boonesborough Is invested by
q great army. Du Quesne has sat down
before 1t: 1t Is threatened by fire and
water. Many Of its defenders have fall
en-. All faces there are as white as those
Of the sheeted dead; all hearts feel the
Icy touch Of despair. Women and chill
dren are Quaking with horror; tears fow
like rain; cries and prayers go up to
heaven like burden Of terrible agony"
said LIE Bland.
"And you, the author Of this great
wrong. can speak Of 1t calmly!' cried
Rosalthe. II would that could see this
Captain Du Quesne. would throw my
self at his feet and entreat him to have
mercy on the helpless and the innocent"
"But little would ron move him." re-
piled II Bland, with Z sarcastic smile.
T know him better than you"
III he can bring such misery on