Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-14

Just debts, and the debt OF a righteous We
must be paid by every brave man that
When you have killed the whites and have
their houses, take the maiden, Blue Violet
her to me and leave her on the stone wher.
are now standing! She shall be your sac1
me. She is the price l ask for giving you +
Do YOU promise this saCrifce!
Monyomo sadly gave his promise to
and hurried back to the tribe. Word was
among the warriors, and the next day was
sharpening knives and tomahawks. The sun
to stand still in the sky, SO slowly did 1t drag 1t
way across the blue, and when it had sunk
moon hung like a haunting laggard IN the bl;
west That night was to have been my weddi1
but in its place there would be a wedding OF
and nv tomahawk should be the high prie
After weary time of waiting the moo
into the arms of the sun, and darkness fell
river and the hills. Monyomo and his
started silently for the village of the whit
spoken So silently did the Wyandottes
work that even the watch dogs were not {
Dark noiseleSs figures glded here and tn
everywhere among the houses, and quick
eagle pounces upon its prey half the wigv
the white village were in flames.
MonvOmo had said to his men, Kill a
But spare the women, and watch for Blue
Soon the white men began to run fro
houses; but they all met death, and fell
the just vengeance of the Wyandottes, as t
falls before the corn knife
"Monyomo ran from house to house,
Blue Violet, Blue Violet, Blue Violet
When he had almost despaired of finding
her, she answered and ran, laughing and
weeping, to his arms But he did not
take her to his heart. He said, You are
not for me. l will tell you when we go
back to the hills.
"Of that nights work love to speak.
There is the man that stole me!
cried Blue Violet, pointing to white man
just emerging from door.
Il sprang upon him as wildcat springs
upon its prey. | disdained my tOmahawk,
and did not touch my knife l clutched his
throat and killed him with these hands.
MO woman or child persisted by act
~ of ours; but every man of the white
village died that night and was left for the
carrion crows. When our task was finished,
we hurried back to the hills and prepared
for war. We knew that the whites would
come from far and near to wage the war of
determination against our tribe; SO we
cOunseled among ourselves to learn, II pos
Sible. what was best to do.
First of all it was our duty to offer Blue
Violet as a sacrifice to Wyandotte Wyolyo.
j loved my god; but my heart was as heavy
as a black stone at the thought of losing
my bride. The morning after the battle
/ did not go near her l was sick with
Sr1ef, ana was not brave enough 10 tell
her the truth for | could endure~my own
pain much more easily than | could bear
her sutferings. Presently she came to me
and said
viii YOU not take Your bride, Mon
yomo?'
81 cannot cannot!' l answered. turn
ing my face from her.
Why can you mott she asked. 1t
is my right to know; for it was not of my
/ was stolen w the whites
80 1t is not because you were stolen by the
Blue Violet, that l do not take you for II
You are still to what the pure violet Of
is to the sun, what the sweetbriar blossom i
signing wind | would gladly give all | hav
world, my life, my heart, to call you wife;
god Wyandotte WyolyO demands you, S
as the price of your rescue and our vengean'
Tears came to her eyes, and she said,
am here, and our people have had their T
We need not pay the debt to Wyandotte
He can but kill us. l do not fear death,-i
dreamless sleep beneath the flowers in spr
the SHOWS in wnter,-but / do want you for