Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-02-23

lou maven [ Haue me unhappy.
I don't know what you have made
me. Papa says a girl does not Al
derstand and ne man can, but he
does better than anybody. You
saw how l felt if you had killed
him. but you don't know how l
would have felt ii he had killed you.
| don't myself"
She began patting her hands
gently and helplessly together. and
again she dropped her chin in:o
them with her eyes lifted to the
moon.
whenever you look at that moon
over in hat dark wilderness l wish
YOU would please think of your lit
lie cousin-will you?
You don't know how often orr
thoughts will cross. and that will be
a great comfort to me. Sometimes
am afraid. There is a wild strain
IN my mothers side, and it is in
mel am afraid / may sometimes
do something very foolish. and it
won't be me at all. 1t will be
somebody that died long ago. She
put both her hands owe both his
and held them tight
II never. never distrusted you |
trust you more than anybody else
in the whole world except my
a liio liz iiiiShA " ohoN VI
she gave a little sob-'he might get
killed. l want you to make me a
promise"
Anything said the boy huskily.
Il want you to promise me that.
no matter when, no matter where
you are. il i need you and send for
you, you will come" And Indian
like he put his forehead OF both her
little hands.
"Thank you. I must go now"
Bewildered and da2ed. the boy rose
and a~wkwardly put out his hand.
kiss me good-by." She put her
arms about his neck. and for the
first time in his life the boys lips
met a woman's. For a moment She
put her face against his and at has
a was a whisper.
"Good-by. Erskine," And she was
gone-sUiftly-leaving the boy in a
dizzy world of falling stars through
which a white light leaped 20
heights his soul had dreamed.
With the head of Clark's column
of stalwart backwoodsmen went
Dave Yandell and Erskine Dale.
During the months Kashaskie fell,
then Vincennes passed into the
hands of the Americans and there
came one morning when Erskine
went forth at dawn, and his com
ing into the Shawnee camp was like
the coming of a king. Early Morn
greeted him with glowing eyes. his
foster-mother brought him food.
looking proudly upon him, and old
Kahtoo harangued his braves
around the council-polc.
MY son spoke words Of truth
he proclaimed s~onorously. "Ho
war--ed us against the king over the
waters and told us to make friends
with the Americans. My son is the
true prophet. Bring out the false
one and Crooked Lightning and
Black Wolf. whose life my son
saved though the two were enemies,
& My son shall do with them as he
pleases."
Many young braves sprang will
( ingly forward and the three were
hailed before Erskinc.
Erskine rose and fixed his eyes
sternly ON the covering prophet:
He shall go forth from the viii
lage and shall never return. He
I is a false prophet and he must GO
! He turned to Crooked Lightning:
"Crookcd Lightning shall go u
! stay, as he pleascs. Black Wolf
! shall stay. for tho tribe viii need
/, him as a hunter and II warrior
/ against the English foes of the LonG
I Knives"
The braves ~grunted approval.
, Black Wolf and Crooked Lightning
] avcrted their faces and the prophet
shambled ~uncasily away.
Again Old Kahtoo proclaimed
sonorously. 1T is Well" and went
back to his tent. There he sank
wearily ON a bulralo-skin and plead
with the boy to stay with them as
chief in his stead. He was very old.
and now thai peace was made he
was willing 10 die. If ErslIinc would
but give his promise he would never
rise again from where he lay.
sErskine shook his head and the
old nan sorrowfully turned his face.
And vet Erskine fingered On. and
on at the. village.
OF the white roman he had
learned little other than that she
had been bought from another tribe
and adopted by old Kahtoo; but 1t
was plain that since the threatened
burning of her she had been held
in high respect by the whole tribe.
He had talked with her,
but he never move about the camp
that he did not feel her eyes upon
MIN. AND IIdIlN MOTH , DIS Soit
eyes, too, never seemed to leave
him. She brought him food. she
sat at the door of his tent, she fol-
lowed him about the village and
bore herself openly rs his slave.
At last old Kahtoo, who would
not give up his great hope. plead
with him TO marry her, and while
he was talking the girl stood at the
door of the tent and interrupted
them. Her mothers eyes were grow
ing dim, she said. Her mother want
cd to talk with White Arrow and
look upon his face before her sight
should altogether pass.
Nor could Erskine know that the
,Nwhite uni wanted to look into
the eyes of the man she hoped
would become her daughters hus-
band, but Kahtoo did, and he bade
Erskine go. Erskine rose and went
ITO the white woman's tent. She
sat Just inside the opening, with a
Z blanket across the lower half of her
face. She piled him with questions,
and listened eagerly to his every
word, and drew from him every de-
tail of his life as far back as. he
could remember.
Poor soul, it was the first oppor-
unity for many years that she had
10 talk with any white person who
had been in the Eastern world, and