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 further disclosures. 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 call." "Dis child will be dar afore soon," returned Ebony. "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 people. 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 earnestness: ' "The daughter of the pale face is fair, hut she is weak; she has won that which he cannot keep, and that which belongs to another." "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 Wassahauza." 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 unyielding response. "Nay, if you insist, I will call for as sistance, and some evil might befall you," said Rosalthe. "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!" she cried. 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 stream. ' 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 stream. "Lie down in the canoe!" she exclaim ed, waving her hand imperiously; "lie down, if you wish gentle usage and a safe return." 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 CHAPTER V. "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 man. "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 Boone, anxiously. "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 answered. 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 last." "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," said Logston. 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," retorted Logston. "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 opinion is." 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 hand warmly, "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 Ingins." 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 ation. "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 Bland. "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. tors." (To be continued.) woman's Aim, Dick I am surprised that you told Katharine to throw kisses at Reggy Sapp when you are around. Tom Why not? Women can't throw straight, nnd when she alms them at Reggy they come toward me. t RAN EMPTY TRAIN. Not a l'nimpim-r from Jwirr City to I'Ktfilmru liiXiioimlve Trip. 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