Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1916-11-01

%M1 R. MAL>QN.

path would quiet the loud beating OF
her hear, and queil that evil demon
which was getting possession of her,
the evil sperrit," as Captain Marvin
MAS wont to say when speaking of his
eldest daughter. Now she couldn't
help comparing herself with Stella
Mcfarland, and in the comparison She
felt that it was she Who suffered.
Why had she been born with the
aspirations of q White woman if they
We're not TO be sIatitied? She almost
cursed the day when She entered the
little school house on Snake river. How
she had enjoyed it all-tha marvellous
awakening within her soul of some
thing better than Il mere existence. IL
was then she began to live, when her
ambition for culture and education had
broadened her horizon, when she was
clevated from the sluggish condition OF
tribal life into an intelligent child OF
nature. This was the renaScence OF
the G~od-given powers with which ev.
cry human was originally endowed
She read Il new meaning in the sunset,
the wild flower. the rough powders
that perched on the mountain side
All life had undergone q change and
she found:
sermon in the stones and good In every
thing.
All this the Indian CIR. pondered as
she wandered down the mountain path.
Then there flashed another vision to
her feverish fancy-that of Il wild, hag-
gard face with her own dark eyes, and
a voice that told in the Cherokee
tongue. while those same eyes flashed
fire. of a great grief. of n life that the
white man had wrecked. The fair
chiefs daughter mourned the loss of
her stalwart brave, whose name was
honored in every tribe of his kinsmen.
Naught could harm him until the white
medicine man had stolen the heart of
the great chief. Then 1t was that the
bronzed young warrior, sickened and
poisoned by the herbs of the white
devil" finally left her for the happy
hunting grounds.
Soon the crafty White man had Sc
cured from the chief the hand of his
weeping daughter and she had become
the wife of the murderous rival of
her dead brave. The passionate wall
ing of the broken hearted woman came
to Mona now.
Mona, Mona, the white devil knows
why my tall brave died. He knows
and | hate him''-and then she would
burst into tears.
but the scene of Mona's childhood days
was as vivid as though 1T were but
yesterday. That man was her father.
Marvin" who had since been twice
: married and was counted Inc richest
man in the territory; SO rich, indeed,
y NiiiN w So
did not like to think of that. She
. whose veins We're red with royal blood,
tina of the great Cherokee chief once
lord of all these prairies and noun
n tains. She was the daughter of that
\ wicked man.
! Now Dick had forgotten her. forgot
, ten the words he spoke in such pas
sionate earnestness the night She was
leading Freda down the mountain, be-
> cause her foot was sore from a cruel
cfnnn 1nIoc1 in har hnOf Dick had
removed the sharp pointed rock and
= then had told Mona of the wound In his
: heart. which she alone could heal. In
r his manly way he alluded to their
$ happy childhood spent together and his
passionate appeal evealed to herself
= her own great love for him.
The moon was just underline edge
q of n 1leecy cluod as Mona paused beside
a the spring. wetting her hands passed
them over her throbbing, fearless eyes.
There was a sound of approaching
> voices. Like a startled deer she bound-
> ed to the rock above and hid in the
= shadow of a solitary tree.
h Miss Stella. we are a little rough
e in this country. but yerll find US
mighty warm hearted like. Reckon
Their amt nothin' wrong bout my
tellin' yer it seems good ter hev d pert
= thing like yer around"
Il think it's just jolly. You all are
so very kind to me. ] shall come again
n ue&L SUMMIT. Do w q
- much, do you? 2" she asked mischiev-
ously.
The moon WAS still under the cloud.
The girl could see as she peered over
the summit of the rock. But their
heads seemed very close together and
"a the man was telling some story about
ar the spring. The ripping of the water
into the stony basin was the only sound
~ that broke the stiffness as he paused
,s save the dimly heard notes Of the fiddle
-, waited family through the trees. The
indian girl leaped to her feet and threw
her waving hair from her eyes, which
~ seemed almost blind. A shot rang out
:, with a startling crack.
70 Dick started to his feet and glanced
1T ~instinctively toward the tall figure
transfixed to the spot above.
is ooh, Mr.. Dick, what do you 'spost
an they're shooting at? I'm so fright.
IL, ened!"
~ !, Dick did not reply, but as he looked
- his hand, which had gripped a smal
: pistol, loosened and the weapon fel
No with a clang. Then he dropped like
log to the ground, while the girl
,a clutching his arm, swooned with fear
M With a single leap the Indian CIR
II was by his side. Quickly she tore
strip from her shawl and bound 1
tightly where the lifeblood was spout
ing forth. Gradually. he returned t
a consciousness, and his eyes opene
upon the figure of the proud chief
GO daughter kneeling over him.
IN Mona, darling, wot made yer do 1t?
IN and there came a look into Dicks eye
he that brought another passionate kis
rk upon his forehead. 1t was a look c
IN unutterable tenderness and reproacl
a and Mona, in the midst OF her peni
as tent weeping. was satisfied.