The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-06-05

| again."
Yet that is not likely, monsieur"
| If | seek you 1t might be-"
1T will require more than peaceful
travel to do that" she replied soberly.
There is going to be war"
War! The Indians of the north
! west"
| Yes; the time has come-is here.
The council at Sandusky was for no
other purpose. Girtys message was
merely an excuse for the Wyandots
to join the other tribes. He confessed
! as much to me. 1t was because my
father realized his helplessness long.
er to restrain British influence. that he
disappeared. 1t is war, monsieur"
But not between u.s." / insisted,
shocked at the picture. "Mademoiselle,
come with me. There is nothing left
to hold you to this life among saw
ages. With your father dead, why
should you continue to bury yourself
in these woods? You have education,
refinement, gentleness; why should
you not go now, before war breaks
along the border?"
And desert my people?"
But they are not your people; you
are white, not red. That small drop
of Indian blood in your veins does not
make you Wyandot. You have moth
ing else in common with them. Why
not be yourself. choosing life among
those of your own racer"
| thought she hesitated, and
grasped her hand more closely, the
hot blood leaping in my veins. In the
dim light l could see her lowered face,
the eyes downcast.
No, monsieur" she said at last,
very low. 1T is good of you to think
thus Of me, but-but cannot do that
You must not urge. The Wyandots
need me-more now that my father is
gone than ever before. They are my
people; was born to them, and played
as child in their villages. They love
me, trust me, and l help them by
teaching them the Christ To desert
them would be to desert him. | can
not do that, monsieur, merely to graft
fly myself"
But have l no call upon your" in
sisted in desperation.
No, monsieur" and she was look
ing at me now with some amazement.
1T is scarce an hour since | believed
you a murderer. We do not know each
other. Let me trust, and believe in
you; do not speak like that"
| meant unfhin ufrono YnodarpOi.
selle,' l broke In hastily, stung by her
words of reproof. You have come to
me out of the woods like new life.
know it is strange, all strange, but
there is already something between
us that can never be severed"
rs there, monsieur"
yes; race makes no difference.
thought it did once. When you said
back there In the shadow of the stock
ade that you were a Wyandot it was
as If you struck me blow in the face.
l swore then l would think of you no
more, yet, even that night, you were in
my dreams, and ever since your face
has been in my memory"
felt her handclasp tighten on mine,
although her body remained motion
less.
You do not believe me In earnest?"
II! How can |, monsieur? | think
you jest, you amuse yourself. Let us
stop it all now. You go back to your
people, | to mine, and we will both
forget. Mo- Do not say more! l will
not listen. Come with me to the boat"
l followed her down the bank,
words burning on my lips she gave me
no chance to speak, for she moved
with quick decision. The two men
had the canoe turned over, at the very
edge of the water, and the scout was
upon his knees in the sand. He looked
up hastily at our approach.
81 reckon we stay here, MISS" he
said soberly. Somebody has smashed
a hole through the bottom with a
stone"
She uttered little cry of alarm.
leaning over his shoulder.
"a hole! How could that be? Sure
ly it was no accident"
He arose to his feet, brushing off his
knees.
That's what l told the Dutchman.
though neither of us could find the
rock. l reckon the Englisher did that
job; he had it all figured out, and
meant to keep us yere."
saw her look up at the mans face.
and then about in bewilderment.
You think that-why?"
Cause it seems ter me nat'ral
reckon it's bout what would done
If was in his fix. He had proof
against us, II he could get some In
juns along as witnesses. Nobody
would ever believe what we said. or
even wait ter listen. All he had to do
was catch US yere, charge us with
murder, an turn them devils loose.
Thet would let him out slick as q
whistle"
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