The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1917, 1915-02-05

preparatory 10 burning the house.
What Was the poor lovely creature to
do?
No help at hand save Il painted saw
age who was demanding the hoiest
and sweetest thing a woman could
give 4 wonan's wonderful love. Here
in the hands Of the murdcrers Of her
father. in the presence OF his l;fcless
body tied with mother and sisters In a
house which was soon to be consumed
| in flames could On'. dream OF anything
| worse? Her only rescue from the I'M
per .!!ng doom VAS TO swear that she
would ever love. cherish and obey and
keep in sickness and in health Il ma
turaI enemy and the murder OF her
father. mother and two sisters, if only
her brothers might come but they
were far away. not dreaming OF Il
| wrecked and ruined home. The exul-
ltiOn OF the demoniac fields over the
grief and heart -rcndirg cxclamations
of these defcnscless and distressed
creatures was beyond description.
Is II any wonder that Dorothy, more
beautiful than the rc::. when forced
to choice. reluctantly consented to
be the wife of the Indian chief and
was !ooscned from the cords which
bound her limbs To be more firmly
bound. soul and body by Il solemn
oath to the leader Of these vile assas-
sins. The chief removed Dorothy from
| the dwelling whilst the torch was ap-
piled TO the house in which mother
and sisters persisted il her presence.
while the war dance and the song
| kent up the fieldish carnival.
| I.avoly Dorothy Hodges was per-
hnps the most unhappy and unwilling
bride upon whom the genial sunlight
of South Carolina has ever fallen.
That night when one OF her brothers
! returned home. as he thought all that
met his eye was Il pile OF ashes. which
| gazed upon the ruins in speechless
horror. His bereavrd sister was
marching many miles away Il captive
and the bride of an Indian chief who
had given them 40 much trouble in
| times before.
The September day was drawing to
close. The last lingering rays OF an
early autumn sun fingered caressing-
| ly over the mountain crest as though
loath to depart. AS evening came OH
and twilight began to fall the birds
in the valley below seemed to sing In
| SJllcI. SWcctcI tiicii SOpu-OyS
song to the dying day. The flowers on
| the mountain side closed their petals
and hung their dropping heads as IL
| weary. All nature seemed only wait
| ing for the sun TO sink out of sight
and the sweet repose OF nights rest.
Nothing could exceed the varied
beauty Of this wild mountain scenery.
The girl standing on the cliff gaZed
in awe as she watched the setting sun
anu the magnificent panorama nature
had spread out before her. Gazing
| over the hills where the sun had just
sunk out of sight. DorOthy's face as
sumed sad, wistful expression. Then
her features became white and drawn.
AS she stood and looked her lovely
blue eyes became almost black and her
fingers pressed cruelty int ;'hcr flesh.
Two years had elapsed s.dce Dorothy
had been taken captee and as the
pale OF civilization advanced the In
dians were shed/fnrther and farther
away till now DE- fothy is far, far from
homo and Lovely ones.
| The only rfeasure life had for the
captive girl y|as, after the days work
was done. .S silently slip away to the
cliff and Edze across the hills and val
lcys to where home was once to her.
To her finer nature the woojng of the
Indinn' chief and his manners was
as rfpulsive as the hawks to the dove
Neg wonder her hitherto happy heart
give way to gloomy forcbodings. narc-
thy made beautiful picture as she
Fstood upon the mountain side. Clad in
4 Indian dress with dark curls blowing
over her fair. white brow. 1.-TWO years
and no signs Of relief" sobhed the
girl. Can it he that God has forsaken
me? Day after day I've come to this
mountain and prayed that some means
or escape might be near at hand. All!
how I regret I did not perish with
mother and sisters"
Returning to the camp. Dorothy
would sob herself to sleep. Hope
which always springs eternal in the
human breast. did not desert her and
she began to again anticipate that
something might occur to relieve the
dark cloud which lowered over her
soul.
She knew not how nor what, but
she felt that kind Providence, who
had promised to "hear those who cry
unto Him" would correct the present
doom that rested like n pail upon her.
In the meantime, however. her hus-
band loved her with devotion not
characteristic OF the Indian. The chief
was proud OF his "pale face wife," His
love for her and his association with
her had n wonderfully refining infiu-
ence over the red man.
In an Indian wigwam on n pallet
lay Dorothy, her face was white and
hercurls In dishevelled mass. There
was look Of hclpiessness az II life.
hope and energy had been crushed
out and nothing remained but apathy
and Indifference to the future. Dorothy
for many days had lowered betwixt
life and death. Returning conscious
ness had found her thus. AS she
looked about her attention was at
tractel by feeble cry and there be-