Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1906-05-14

| 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
SmoothTongue?" she asked abruptly,
on the morning following.
! Rosathe 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
| protesratons of love or friendship it
was not safe to trust; that If he had
| professed to love her (Star-LighN, 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 miserab BILE with
| his avowals.
While Rosalthe was making this state
ment, Starlight kept her eyes fixed
| 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
lSa?" replied Starlight.
| VERY 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.
7 not only disliked but feared him.
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.
OtterLifter is brave and humane, and
his heart signs for Starlight"
| The maiden made no answer and soop
after Rosalthe and Monon left the lodge
and walked into the forest together
| They had gone hut a short distance
from the village when they were met by
lie Rland. 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 n perfect mute
Is the gift of speech denied her?
would speak few words to You" con-
| tinueh the Frenchman. again address,
| ing Rosathe, but in more respectful
| tone.
| "Speak on" she replied, Disgusting her
| voice as much "a possible.
For a moment the Frenchman was al
| 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-
ters?" replied lie Bland.
| None in which I wish you to feel In
terested." returned Rosalthe. II do not
wish to have any further conversat ton
with you"
| There is a place called Boonesbor
ough." said the Frenchman, and a fam
lily there by the name of Alston," no
continued
! Our heroine made no rejoinder. but
felt herself trembling In every limb.
"Mr. Aston had n fair daughter whose
name was Rosalthe.'
81 know what you would say" replied
Rosalthe. II knew the words that hang
upon yonr 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
so recreant to all that is honorable"
"You speak proudly and bitterly"
Rosalthe Aston. Captivity has not
turned your haughtiness and intractbil-
| ity Of spirit. | find you just the same
| but more cold. If possible. 1t was your
! fathers wish that you should cultivate
| n 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 a semhlance of cOur-
tesy. Since your true character has
been revealed to me in the light of day,
and there can no longer he doubt in
relation to that subject, | shrink from
you with unspeakable repugnance"
ut has come to this. them" exclaimed
lie Bland. "You speak out at last; YOU
throw aside the fmsy mask imposed
| by respect to your parents. and stand
before me as you are; and | cast off
mine. The period of assimilation has
gone forever. Gentle speech and the
soft fooleries of love cannot affect Won:
l must WOO you as the gallant knights
! of olden times sometimes wooed fair
| ladies-by sterner arts"
| II cannot for a moment doubt your
inclination to commit any species of vii
! hluv, since you nave 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.
! yes; Boonesborough Is invested by
great army. Du Quesne has sat down
before IT; 1t is threatened by fire and
water Many of its defenders have fall
en-. An 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 flow
Ike rain; cries and prayers 20 up to
heaven like burden of terrible agony"
said lie Bland.
| And you, the author Of this great
wrong, can speak of it calmly cried
Rosalthe. 81 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 you move him." re-
Piled lie Bland, with sarcastic smile.
Il know him better than you"
III he can bring such misery on
Boonesborough, he Is not a man; he is a
fend."
| He was ready to fire the station
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