Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1911-10-07

light as d bird upon the wing
came Nathala, daughter Of White
Plume. Il was near midnight,
The full moon, riding high, threw
long shafts Of golden light
through the interstices of pine
boughs, and cast deep shadows
where huge rocks lifted them
selves above the trail. A ray Of
light fell across her red lips sci
firmly together and Q CLEAN in
her black eyes flashed and spark'
led like stars in q deep, clear
pool. She followed the family
outlined path in light and shade
with the unerring instinct born
of forest training, until she was
half way down the mountain,
Then, sweeping around q jutting
point of rocks, she ran down q
steep incline and stood at the
edge Of a small natural clearing
carpeted thick with rank forest
grass laid by many storms. Here
pausing a moment to assure her,
self that she was not followed,
she stepped out into the open and
stood still.
The daughter of White Plume
is fair as a dove in the waters OF
the air, said a voice that sound
ed soft and low, like the purring
of the tiger at play with his mate
Why waits she in the open ? Does
she not feel the presence OF
Eagle Eyer
The slender form of the girl
vibrated to the music OF her
lovers voice as an aspen VloraGes
to the minds lightest touch. She
passed quickly across the open
ing to where her lover waited
under a sheltering oak.
Does Eagle Eye know why
Nathala sent to him the red rose,
the token of meeting?
Because her eyes, like those OF
the son of Big Elk, were famish-
ed for return Of the love they
are sending forth all the day, re-
piled the tall brave, bending his
gaze upon her.
The panther does not talk OF
love when his mate is in the
snare. The girl laid her brown
hand with q caressing touch upon
the hand of her companion. Il
Eagle Eye has spoken truth
he loves the daughter of White
Plume and would have her sit
in his wigwam, to sing him
songs by the freight. Then
must he be quick, for tomorrow
Tomorrow | Tit. hand of the
young worrior sought the handle
of his tomahawk, and his 1.-THE
limbs hardened under him.
Tomorrow, when the moon
stands as it now stands in the
heavens, Nathala will be riding
away with one Of the young war
riors of the tribe friendly to hel
father, the great chief, White
Plume.
Nathala's words are like those
OF the night bird. I feel, but
cannot understand them.
Are the ears of Eagle Eye
stone, that they have not heard
Eagle Eye has been on a mis-
sion to q distant tribe; he has
heard nothing.
Know then, that tomorrow SIX
young braves of the nation have
White Plume's permission to en-
ter the games for Nathala's hand
When the games are over, the
strongest and fleetest will bear
the chiefs daughter to his wig
wan.
What is there to fear ? TIE
Indian drew himself up proudly.
Who of all the nation is a match
for Eagle Eyer
Monet The girl had equal
pride in his prowess. But White
Plume and Big Elk, father OF
Eagle Eye, are enemies, and
White Plume will not let the son
of one he hates enter the race.
He will not give his daughter
to the SON of Big Elk ? I know.
Neither shall he give her to
another. Come
He took her hand would have
led her away.
Eagle Eye has forgotten the
penalty of elopement with the
chiefs daughter. Before to.mor-
rows sunrise the funeral fires
would be burning for him and
for Nathala, and they would 60
to the pyre together.
The warrior turned to look
down upon the beautiful girl
standing quietly at his side.
What would Nathala have her
lover do ?
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