The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1922-02-14

that he had been adopted by the
hawnee chief as his son.
The Indians attack the fort but
are driven on. In the battle White
Arrow Stays tho Indian who NAL.
treated him and caused his flight,
One OF the Virginian rescuers is
MORALLY wounded. He gives a
start Of surprise on seeing White
Arrow.
GO ON WITH THE STORY.
Never mind, now" said old Joel
soothingly, lyon must keep stlll!"
The boys eyes had begun to shift
under tho scrutiny and he started
away.
Come back here!" commanded
the wounded man, and still search,
ing the lad he said sharply again:
WHO is that boy?" Nor would hi
Save his wound dressed or even
take the cup Of water handed to
him until old Joel briefly told the
story; when he lay back on the
ground and closed his eyes. y
Darkness fell. The dying man
was laid on a rude bed within one
cabin, and old Joel lay on tho floor
Close TO the door. The stranger
lad refused to sleep indoors and
hnddled himself in a blanket on the
ground in one corner OF the stock
AIDE. Men, women, and children fell
to5a deep and weary sleep.
An hour later the boy in the cor
ner threw aside his blanket, and
when Lydia Noe. feverish and thlrs
", rose from her bed to get q
drink Of water outside her door
she stopped short on the threshold
The lad, stark naked but for his
bfsechelout and swinging his
lRoody scalp over his head, was
camping around the fire-dancing
the scalp.dance OF the savage to q
low. fierce, cultural song.
Tho hoy saw her, saw her face In
the blaze, SLricken white with
fright and horror, saw her too par
alyEsd to move and he stopped, star.
Ing at her a moment with savage
hge, and went on again. Old
Joel's body filled the next doorway
With an oath and q threatening
gesture Joel motioned to tho cor
ner Of tho stockade, and with o
nare OF defiance in his black eyes
the lad stalked slowly and proudly
away.
From behind him tho voice of the
wounded man called, and old joel
turned. There was a CHASTITY smile
onsthe Virginian's pallid face.
~, saw It," he said painfully.
at's-that's my son!"
M III.
& From the sun.diaI on the edge Of
the high bank, straight above the
brim OF the majestic yellow James,
asnoble path Of thick grass as broad
asa modern highway ran hundreds
OF yards between hedges Of roses
straight to the open door Of tho
great manor.house with its wide
yerandas and mighty pillars sc:
deep back from the river In a grove
Of ancient oaks.
The second son OF the relgning
generation one Colonel Dale. sat In
the Yeranda alone. He was a royal.
list officer, this second son. but his
elder, BROTHER had the spirit OF dar,
ing and adventure that should have
been his, and he had been sitting
there four years before when that
elder brother came home from his
first pioneering trip into the wilds
to tell that his wife was dead and
their, only son was captive anon
the Indians. Two years later still
I word came that the father, too, had
met death from tho savages, and
the little kingdom passed int1
Colonel Dale's hands.
Indentured servants, as we'll a.
blacks from Africa, had labored on
that path in front OF him; and up /;
had once stalked a deputation oil
1.-THE great Powhatan's red tribes
Up that path had como the last oil
the early colonial danes, in huge
fuffs. high.heeled shoes, and shot
skirts.
Down It now came a little GIRL
the flower OF all those dead and
gone-and her coming was Just as
kElQ4aH blG vi Tue AlUWETS upUuI
her had stepped from It's gay com
pany on one or the other side O!
the path to make through them q
dainty, triumphal march as the fair
est OF them all. at the dial she
iSSused. She gave a little gasp, II
which there was no fear, though
what she saw was surely startling
enough to have made her wheel IN
( flight.
Instead, she gazed steadily into q
pair of grave black eyes that were
Fixed on her from under a greer
branch that overhung the footpath
and steadily she searched the figure
I standing there, from the coonskir
cap down the fringed hunting.Shirl
and fringed hreeches to the mecca
sined feet.
Who are you and what do yot
want?"
1t was a new way for a woman tr
speak to a man; he in turn was mol
SL I'D, and CLEAN in his eyes
am the son Of king"
She started to laugh, but grow
puzzled, for she had tho blood Of
heocahontas herself.
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