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THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOEL ROBINSON
CHAPTER IV. (Continucd.i
The Frenchman did not pause for a
reply, but giving Rosalthe one of his
warning glances, which never failed to
terrify her, immediately left the cabin.
On the following morning Miss Alston
left the fort as she had been in the
habit of doing for some time, taking the
precaution, however, to have Ebony ac
company her. She wished to test the
sincerity of Le Bland's promise, and
give him another opportunity to make
The step cost her considerable self
denial, and it was not without many
misgivings that she walked toward her
favorite retreat. She gave Ebony his
instructions as she proceeded.
"You may go yonder," she said, point
ing to a hazel thicket, not far distant,
"and remain there until I am ready to
return, and be sure to come when I
"Dis child will be dar afore soon,"
"Very well, do not forget your instruc
tions." "I neber fo'git; I'll be sure to disre
member eberyt'ing," said the negro, confidently.-
Miss Alston entered the glade and seat
ed herself upon the river's bank. That she
felt somewhat nervous at first, and had
Tague apprehensions of hearing the foot
steps of Le Bland, was quite natural,
but soon the dreamy murmurings of the
waters, the geutle sighing of the winds
amid the trees, lulled her spirit into
tranquillity and forgetfulness of danger
While occupied in this manner, a soft
touch upon the arm changed the current
of her meditations and caused her tq
rise to her feet quickly and turn an
alarmed look toward the intruder.
An Indian maiden in the summer of
womanhood, with a figure queenly in pro
' portions and bearing, stood before her.
Her features . were of marvelous regular
ity and beauty, but so proud and lofty
in their expression, that Rosalthe could
not repress an exclamation of admira
tion. Her eyes, which were dark and
lustrous, were flashing with excitement.
Her style of dress was by no means con
temptible, but both picturesque and
graceful, being ornamented in its dif
ferent parts according to the arts of her
The two maidens stood silent, the one
defiant and haughty, the other wonder
ing and alarmed. The steady gaze of
the Cherokee girl was imperious, angry,
j et courteous, and she moved not a mus
cle, nor relaxed a tithe of her sternness,
while she studied every line of Rosal
the's fair face. When she had subjected
our heroine to this ordeal, which made
her tremble, she spoke with Impassioned
"The daughter of the pale face is fair,
hut she is weak; she has won that which
he cannot keep, and that which belongs
"What do you mean?" exclaimed Ro
salthe, recoiling before the threatening
glances of the Indian maiden.
"What do I mean?" cried the latter
energetically. "How dare the pale face
be so bold and look so innocent when I
know how black her. heart is?"
"I am still dark I understand you
not," said Rosalthe.
"Let the just judge between us. A
white man came to the lodges of my peo
ple; his eyes rested upon the face of
Wassahauza (an Indian term signifying
starlight), and it pleased him. The pale
skin said pleasant things. Star-Light
listened, and her foolish heart was taken
captive by his smooth words; she spurn
ed the love of Otter Lifter, the noble
young chief, and all her eyelight shone
upon the deceitful child of Machinito."
The Indian girl paused and struggled
with her emotions.
"Daughter of the white man, listen
while I speak of the wrongs of Wassa
hauza, of the red race of the bold Chero
kee. The sun arose and set on her love,
and the moon smiled upon the happy
maiden. But the heavens grew black
a storm was In the skies, the heart of the
Shoiska (Smooth-Tongue) was bad and
full of lies. He went in to the big
wigwam of the pale faces and whisper
ed the same fair words to Wahbahnok
wot (the White-Cloud) that he had spok
en to Star-Light. The White-Cloud list
ened to the Boft speeches of Smooth
Tongue, and her heart beat with the
same wild' hopes that had filled the
Cherokee maiden with Joy. They met
here on this spot, where the sun shines
warm and bright and the waters murmur
with a pleasant sound. Foolish trem
bler, what do you say to this strange
tale?" . -
Star-Light ceased and loottd angrily
at Rosalthe, whose cheeks were pale,
and whose whole form was agitated.
"My red sister is speaking of Le
Bland, the wily Frenchman. Yoji are
deceived you wrong me!" exclaimed Ro
salthe, earnestly. "The White-Cloud
does not love this Smooth-Tongue; she
fears him, she shuns him. There Is no
sweetness in his tones for the daughter
of the pale face. She has no eyelight
for the man whose heart Is bad, and
whose speech is full of guile."
"One pale face has filled my ears with
falsehoods, and I'll have no more; I be
lieve they are all aike. No, no! your
fair words, and fair skin, and fair looks
cannot deceive me!" retorted Star-Light.
"I will make solemn oath to what I
say. I will call upon the sacred name
r.f fha trnnA Afnnpiln!" orlnil nnaalth
o . . vmutg
with touching earnestness, laying her
band upon the maiden s arm.
"fihntalrA aurora hv thft pond XfnnAiA
tnd yet he was false false as the evil
Machinito himself," replied Star-Light
"What can I do, tTien, to convince
you? I despair of doing so," said Ro
salthe, much moved.
"The White-Cloud must go with me,"
replied the Cherokee, sternly.
"Go with you? Oh, no, I cannot!"
cried Rosalthe, more alarmed than ever.
"You can and must glide down the
waters and walk the wide forest with
The Indian girl took Rosalthe's arm,
and pointed significantly down the river.
"You are one of my sex you are a
woman, though your skin differs from
mine in color; then in heaven's name,
show the pity of a woman!"
"Who talks of pity? It Is idle talk!
Come with me, whera me Smooth
Tongue shall behold you no more; I
have stayed too long already," was the
"Nay, if you insist, I will call for as
sistance, and some evil might befall you,"
"Speak but a single word above your
natural voice, and this blade will stop
the heart's music forever," added Star
Light, drawing from beneath her Indian
vestments a knife, and placing its pol
ished point to Rosalthe's heaving breast
"And can it be that one so fair, and
one who can speak so wisely, has a
nature so cruel? If I must fall a victim
to your jealous fury, strike, and let me
perish here near those who love me!"
The threatening features of Wassa
hauza relaxed something of their stern
ness. "Cease to fear I will not harm you.
The White-Cloud shall float back again
in safety; come away. Do not resist me
a moment longer, or I may change my
mind," said Star-Light; and passing her
arm within Rosalthe's, led her down to
the bank of the river. A light birch
canoe was drawn up among the reeds.
"Get in," said Star-Light
Rosalthe looked once more Imploringly
towards Wassahauza, and then obeyed;
the latter quickly pushed off the frail
vessel, and using the paddle adroitly,
urged It rapidly and silently down the
When Rosalthe cast one long and lin
gering look backward, and realized that
she was being borne from home and its
dear associations, her heart was over
whelmed with inexpressible anguish, but
she struggled to gain her firmness, and
partially succeeded. She changed her
position in the canoe in a manner that
would enable her to see her strange com
panion, and study her appearance mora
particularly than her fears had permit
ted her to do. She was endeavoring to
imitate the stoicism of Star-Light, when
the latter suddenly changed the direction
of the canoe, putting it farther Into the
"Lie down in the canoe!" she exclaim
ed, waving her hand imperiously; "lie
down, if you wish gentle usage and a
Rosalthe mechanically obeyed, and
Star-Light instantly threw a blanket
over her, that lay at her feet
"Now keep quiet, for I see one yonder
who must not look upon the face of
White-Cloud. It Is Otter-Lifter, the
brave young chief of the Cherokees,"
added Star-Light, in low tones, dropping
the paddle more softly.
Half suffocated with contending emo
tions, and yet striving to bear her fate
with heroism, Rosalthe lay motionless
in the birchen vessel, and felt it leaping
to the dextrous strokes of Star-Light
"You dar, Ebony?" said Andrew, In a
loud voice, looking in every direction
where the individual might be supposed
to be. "You dar, I say, you collud fel
ler?" Exquisite Ebony, who had been sleep
ing very soundly for the last hour and
a half beneath a hazel bush, aroused by
the cries of Andrew, rubbed his eyes
lazily, and answered with a yawn:
"Am I whar?"
"Am you anywhar? dat's what I
mean," replied Andrew.
"Ob course I Is. Go 'way, common
"Don't be too familiar wid de higher
classes. Dat question am not reveren
tial to dar case," responded Ebony, loft
ily. "I hab de honor, you ign'ant darky,
ob representin' at dis time Missy Alston,
and she am berry worried about da
young missus," added Andrew.
"Dat young lady am under my special
'tection," replied Ebony, with great dig
nity of manner.
"Dat am berry likely, when I doesn't
see her nowhar, an' you hab been locked
in the arm of Morfis like de seven sleep
ers," retorted Andrew.
"Speak, and tell me where Rosalthe Is,
without delay, If you know," said Eliza
beth Boone, who had accompanied An
drew from the fort, where the protract
ed absence of Miss Alston had occasion
ed some alarm.
"She went down dar," said Ebony,
pointing with his finger, "and quested
dis child to stay here till she call me."
"How long ago was that?" said Miss
"My watch am run up, and I habn't
wind him down yet," rejoined Ebony.
Without waiting to interrogate Eb
ony farther, Elizabeth ran to the spot
indicated, but the object of her search
was not there. She then called her name
la a loud voice, but the echo alone
Matilda Fleming and several others
now joined Miss Boone, and Rosalthe's
' name was repented again and again; but
her familiar voice gave back no response;
the voices of the anxious maidens died
away unanswered in tho forest. Misgiv
ings became certainties; and fears, con
firmed realities; some misfortune had In
deed befallen Rosalthe.
While all the parties stood gazing at
each other hi sorrowful sllonce, Allan
Norwood approached "d Inquired tho
cause of so much evident consternation,
when he was Immediately put In posses
sion of all the facts known to them.
Mr. and Mrs. Alston, Daniel Boone, Si
mon Kenton and Joel Logston now hast
ened to the spot.
"It's of no use to stand here, looking
at each other," said Boone. "Tho girl
has gone, and It Is an easy thing to tell
what has happened to her."
"I reckon you're right about that,
captain," returned Joel Logston. "The
redsklus have spirited her away, and
that's the long and short of It It won't
do no good to mince the matter; the
truth might as well come out first as
"Fly to save my child! Why do you
linger here?" exclaimed Mrs. Alston, in
tones of grief.
"Thero isn't a man but will do his
beBt. Vesuvius, look around and see If
you ean'tell which way the gal's gone,"
Vesuvius made a furious pass at An
drew, which caused him to fall over a
heap of brushwood, and then putting his
nose to the ground, made, apparently, a
thorough exploration of the spot, emit
ting from time to time dissatisfied yelps.
"The dog is at fault," said Allan.
"He was never at fault in his life,"
"He seems to be puzzled now," observ
ed Simon Kenton.
"That cretur knows more nor all of
ye about sich things. He'll find an In
gin trail where the rest on ye wouldn't
mistrust that a sparrow had passed
along. He goes by scent. It's Instinct;
and Instinct does what the biggest edi
cation can't, you see," replied Joel, and
then added, , by the way of encourage
ment to the animal, "Go it, Vesuvius!"
which so incited his hostility to the hu
man species that he lnstantly'made an
other furious' sally at Andrew.
"You shall smart for this, my lad!"
said Mr. Alston, looking angrily at Eb
ony. "I think bo was not much to blame,"
observed Miss Boone, touched with the
mental distress of the black.
"Here comes Monsieur Le Bland,"
said Alston. "Let us hear what his
Every eye was now turned upon the
Frenchman, and not one of the parties,
save the Alstons, seemed to hall his ad
vent with pleasure. Allan watched his
countenance and demeanor closely, to see
how the news affected him. He observ
ed, also, that Captain Boone, Simon
Kenton and Joel Logston regarded him
with keen and observant glances.
"My dear Alston, what means this
sudden grief and consternation?" ex
claimed Le Bland, grasping Mr. Alston's
"Rosalthe," said the father, with chok
ing emotions, "Rosalthe my darling
has disappeared gone!"
. "The fact is," said Logston, "tho
young gal has been carried away by the
Le Bland looked hurriedly from one
to the other, and Allan perceived that
his face grew deadly pale.-
"How long since this happened?"
"It is about two hours since she left
the cabin," said Mrs. Alston.
"She must be pursued and overtaken,"
suggested the Frenchman, quickly.
"Yes, my dear Le Bland, let us pursue
her!" exclaimed Mr. Alston.
"Believe me, Mr. Alston, I shall take
immediate steps for the recovery of your
daughter," said Daniel Boone, with a
contemptuous glance at the Frenchman.
"Leave this matter wholly to me," re
sumed Le Bland, eagerly. "I understand
the ways of the Indians, and perhaps I
have some Influence among them."
"I can't see how you know more about
the ways of the Ingins than that man
there," said Logston, pointing to Cap
tain Boone. "He trod the sile of Ken
tucky afore a Frenchman heerd there
was such a place; and as for your 'in
fluence,' I don't see how it can be that
you have any among the aboriginal rep
tiles of this country."
"Will you leave this matter wholly to
me, I ask again?" continued Le Bland.
Mr. Alston looked hesitatingly from
one to the other, and saw the scowling
brows of his neighbors with alarm.
"No!" thundered Daniel Boone, strik
ing the butt of his long rifle upon the
ground. "No; this affair shall be trusted
to those to- whom it- rightfully belongs;
It concerns me and my faithful friends,
and it shall pass into no other hands
while I have any authority here. This is
your answer, sir. You are at liberty, of
course and so is any other man to
look after the young woman, and do
all In vonr nower to recover her; but
you have not the right to prevent others
ennnllv Interested from doing tne same.
The Frenchman bit his lips with vex
"You see how it is, my dear friend;
wnnM HnHlr nhliee TOU In this, as in
all other things, but I can do nothing,"
said Alston, somewhat displeased at the
evident coldness manifested toward Le
"Every man feels It his duty to assist
youth and beauty in distress, and in this
case there is not a man at one of the
three settlements who will not risk his
,i willingly." added Boone,
emphatically. "Come, friends all let
us .return to the fort and make Instant
preparations to pursue the savage cap.
(To be continued.)
Dick I am surprised that you told
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Sapp when you are around.
Tom Why not? Women can't throw
straight, nnd when she alms them at
Reggy they come toward me.
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