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Sm THE RED STORM Or the Days of Daniel Boone By JOEL ROBINSON CHAPTER XII. "Arise!" said Star-Light. Uosaltlie lifted her head languidly. She had lain in the canoe she knew not how long. The voice of the Indian girl recalled her from a state bordering on unconsciousness. She looked around her like one dreaming and wondering where 6he was. The birchen vessel touched the shore. 'Step out," said Star-Light, and Ro salthe obeyed In silence. The Indian maiden drew the canoe out of the water and secreted it among the reeds and bushes. That operation being completed, she motioned to ttosnlthe to follow her and walked with noiseless and gliding foot steps into the forest. Star-Light proceed ed in this manner until our heroine was nearly exhausted, and could with diffi culty keep pace with her more practiced conductress; which the latter perceiving, went forward more slowly, stopping often to assist her over rough places. The way was so dark and lonely that Rosalthe queried whether a human foot ever had pressed that soil before, or whether a human voice ever broke the stillness of the solemn woods. They reached an Indian hut or lodge, and it was a spot so hemmed In by stupendous forests, that it seemed to Ro salthe completely hidden from the ob servation of the living. The maidens entered the lodge; It was without an occupant Star-Light point ed to a couch of skins, and our heroine was glad to avail herself of the privilege of resting upon it; while the former kin dled a fire and made preparations for cooking a meal. Rosalthe was aroused from an uneasy slumber produced by exhaustion, and food set before her. Of these viands she partook without hesitation, resolved to appear as unconcerned and heroic as possible before her strange companion. While she was thus employed Star Light was busily engaged in compound ing various paints, for what purpose Rosalthe was at a loss to conceive. When the latter had ceased eating, and pushed the food from her, the Indian maiden approached with the pigments she had prepared, and the object became appar ent. Rosalthe drew back in alarm. "Foolish maiden!" exclaimed Star Light. "What do you fear? Water will make these colors disappear. What I am about to do is necessary to your safety. I must make you look like one of my people." "Swear that you will keep faith 'with me, and that I shall return in safety to Boonesborough," said Rosalthe. "I swear," returned Star-LIght. "By the Great Spirit." "Then I submit; do with me as you will." "White Cloud is proud," said the In dian girl, after a pause. "She Is vain of her beauty; she fears that these col ors will destroy it, so that Smooth- Tongue will no longer love her." "I am ready put it on," replied Ro salthe, submitting herself patiently to Star-Light. The Cherokee girl gazed an Instant at the handsome features of Rosalthe, and sighed. "Star-Light is sad and unhappy," said our heroine, kindly. "Smooth-Tongue has made her heart heavy by his deceit. Let her forget him; he is bad." "Forget him, that White-Cloud may remember him!" retorted the Indian girl, angrily. "Star-Light is wrong; jealousy and grief have blinded her eyes. But the time will come when she will see clear ly," replied Rosalthe. The heart of Star-Light seemed to relent; she commenced laying the colors upon Rosnlthe's face with no ungentle nana, while the latter sat uncomnlain lngly before the blazing fire, that she might see to complete the novel opera tion. When this part of the singular toilet was nnistied, the Indian eirl Dro- ceeded to unfasten her hair, which was conttned by a band, and let it fall ntv restrained over her neck and shonldpra. In short time Rosalthe's dark tresses were arranged to suit the fancv of Wn- sahauza. From a willow basket, in one corner of the lodge, she produced an Indian dress, in all respects like her own. Our heroine made no objections, but suffered herself to be attired in the cos tume of savage life. When the whole was completed, Star-LIght herself lonkpfl at her with wonder and admiration; for uosaitne appeared quite as charmlmr In her new apparel as in her own legitimate styie 01 aress. "Good!" exclaimed Star-LIght, holding a small mirror before her unresisting captive. Rosalthe glanced at the image reneciea, ana coum not repress an In Voluntary exclamation of astonishment tv..'ll - e xuuu.ue juuiuna ot me, now, I'm sure," she said, with a faint smile. "If I thought you could Bpeak the truth, I should not hate you," reloined Star-LIght, a portion of her former Sternness returning. "Let Star-LIght and White-Cloud be friends," said Uosalthe, In a klndlv tone. The maiden made no reply, but taking itosRiuies nanu. ieu ner trom the lodir. "There Is a village not far from here," said the former, when thev had walked a short distance. "You will be safe there, for you shall dwell In my lodge, and I am the daughter of pow erful chief. You must not try to escape, for that might bring evil upon you, I will tell our young men that you come from oar cousins, the WyandoU, on ac count of a young chief who loved you, but whom you despised. This tale will account for your appearance among us if you follow my directions. Speak to no one, and leave the rest to me." CHAPTER XIII. A walk of half an hour brought the maidens to the Cherokee village, which consisted of about twenty lodges, being only a minor brauch of that once power ful nation. Star-Light was passing rapidly anions the huts, followed by Rosalthe. when a tall and majestic figure appeared in the narrow and well-beateu path that wound In a serpeutiue manner from lodge to lodge. "Star-Light has been abroad?" he said, Inquiringly. "There Is starlight all above vou." replied the Indian girl, carelessly. liut not the Star-LIght that is more pleasant to Otter-Lifter than the bright ness of day," returned the Indian. 'The bold chief of the Cherokees will make me sad," said Star-LIght. He would not willingly darken the rays of joy that should continually stream up irom your heart, and beam from your eyes," rejoined Otter-Lifter. lou have not noticed our sister: she Comes from our cousins, the Wyandots. sue is called White Cloud." "The daughters of the Wyandots are comely," returned Otter-Lifter, giving Kosaitne a searching glance. "White Cloud Is welcome; she looks like the sis ter of Star-Light" "Otter-Lifter has sharp eyes!" retort ed Star-LIght, coldly. 'May no cloud larger than that ever come between Otter-Lifter and Star- LIght," replied the chief, pointing to Rosalthe. "The Cherokee chief Is making love to my cousin!" exclaimed the Indian girl, with warmth. Otter-Lifter turned away with a smile, and the maidens passed on to the lodge near the center of the village. The lodge was a large one, divided Into two com partments by buffalo skins suspended from the top, and secured at the bottom by sticks driven into the earth. In one place a skin was left to serve the pur pose of a door, and through which Star- Light conducted her captive. "This Is my father's lodge," said the Indian girl. "He is one of the chiefs. and Is called Gitshewa, or Strong-Voice, because his shout is so terrible in battle. Being a noted man, his lodge is double, as you see, and this part belongs to me and Monon. Monon is my sister." The person last mentioned was seated on a mat near the fire; and when Star LIght mentioned her name, she arose and regarded Rosalthe with as much curiosity as was In keeping with Indian stocism, and possibly, a little more. '"Tis White-Cloud," said Star-Light Rosalthe seated herself on a mat, and examined Monon more particularly. She was younger than her sister, and bore a striking resemblance to her. She was fair, but her beauty was of a gentler cast than Star-Light's; and our heroin took courage from the fact, and hoped she would be able to win her friendship. The three maidens being seated before the fire, did little else, for a time, than to throw furtive glances at each other. Presently Star-LIght and her sister began to converse in the Indian tongue, and being somewhat familiar with the language, Rosalthe soon perceived that they were talking about a white captive that one of their war parties of young men had taken at Harrodsburg. This riveted her attention, and she listened with breathless Interest to all that was said. Her sympathies were more com pletely enlisted in the subject when she heard the prisoner was a young girl, and already condemned to death. Rosalthe could control her feelings no longer. She asked why Otter-Lifter, be ing a humane chief, permitted such cru elties, to which Star-Light replied that he had nothing to do with the matter, the captive having been taken by a party of young braves, and to retaliate on the settlers at Harrodsburg for the loss of one of their number. "But has not Otter-Lifter or your father power to save the poor girl?" in quired Rosalthe. Star-LIght made no answer, but look ed steadily at the fire. "Did, not the Great Spirit Intend that the pale and red faces should be perpet ually enemies?" asked Monon. "No; it Is His will that all men should be brethren, and dwell together in friend ship," replied Rosalthe. "That would be best, It seems to me; but if it had been the will of the Great Spirit It would have been so; for his power Is greater than 'man's," answered Monon. "The fate of that unhappy young woman makes me miserable!" exclaimed our heroine, and lying down upon the couch of buffalo skins that had been spread for her, she vainly endeavored to rest. The Imperfect slumbers that vis- lted her at periods were disturbed by dreamy vagaries. It was about mid night when she felt a touch upon her arm. She opened her eyeB with a start, and beheld Star-Light beside her. "If you would see the white captive, arise and follow me," said the Indian girl. Rosalthe lost, no time in obeying; she arose and followed her from the lodge, while Monon remained sitting by the fire, without a word being uttered by either party, they approached the spot where the unfortunate captive was wait ing the execution of the sentence which had been pronounced upon her by hor Judges. Two warriors ly extended upon the ground near the door of the lodge, who appeared to be sleeping soundly. Star light paused, evidently somewhat sur prised at what Blie beheld. "The Great Spirit favors us," she said m a low voice. "The warriors are full of firewater they are drunken." Star-Light passed on, stepping lightly within a few Inches of the unconscious watchers. Making a cesture for Rosalthe to Im itate her examnlo, she glided into the lodge. The prisoner was sitting near a smoldering fire, her hands and feet tight ly bound with thongs of doer skin. She looked up with nn exclamation of aston ishment. The Instant that ; Rosalthe caught a glimpse of the sorrowful face that was turned toward her, she sprang forward and embraced the doomed maid en, exclaiming, "Fanny Harrod!" J-he captive uttered no words or rec ognition, but gazed at Rosalthe In mute surprise. "Minno Monedo!" said Star-LIght, In suppressed but energetic manner. What are you doing? Is this a time to embrace and weep? Come away, White-Cloud; the Drooplng-Lily does not know you." Star-LIght grasped Rosalthe by the arm and drew her away from the cap tive; with a knife she had severed the thongs that bound her limbs, and bade her stand up. This done, raising her hand warnlugly, she stepped to the door and looked a moment at the warriors before It. Satisfied, evidently, with the result of her examination, she "returned, and took Fanny Harrod by the hand, and led her from the lodge. The parties stood in the open air, and beneath the light of an .unclouded moon. lhe face of Miss Harrod was deadly pale; her limbs trembled with agitation, and her heart beat fast with expectation and fear. She turned her marble visage toward Star-LIght, or threw wild and wondering glances at Rosalthe. The Cherokee girl paused but a mo ment, and then moved away from the spot, supporting the trembling form of Fanny Harrod. They had proceeded per haps a dozen yards, when a majestic figure darkened their path, and the face of Otter-Lifter was looking calmly upon them. Miss Harrod uttered a faint cry, and fell fainting into the arms of Star Light CHAPTER XIV. Joel Logston reached Boonesborough much exhausted from the loss of blood; but he was not so weak as to be un able to give a very extraordinary ac count of what had transpired. The restraint which had been Imposed upon the Frenchman's actions proved by no means agreeable. He felt that he was In danger, and that many of his plans were I'&ely to fall. He attributed all his present difficulties to young Nor wood, and resolved to be fully revenged upon him. He paced the rough floor of the block-houne until near midnight, de vising plaus erf escape and retaliation. The pioneers were in their cabins, and the Frenchman was the sole occu pant of the structure. The door which opened into vhe inclosure was guarded by Andrew, who was soon to be relieved by Exquisite Ebony. That it would be possible to corrupt the simple black and escape was an idea that naturally crept into the mind of Le Bland. The result of this conception was the following con versation between the parties. "Andrew?" said the Frenchman, in a low voice, putting his mouth to a loop hole. The honest African was somewhat comatose at that time; but the sound Instantly aroused him, and caused him to look around in alarm. Le Bland re peated the name. "Am dat you spokinr said Andrew. The prisoner answered in the affirms tive without delay. "Don't 'dress yerself to me," returned Andrew, with some loftiness of manner. The Frenchman gnashed his teeth with anger, and wished, for the moment, above all other things, for the privilege of wringing the negro's neck. "But, my good Andrew, this mlsfor tune of mine should not interrupt our friendship," added the prisoner in a dep recatine tone. "Dis chile am berry much fat-i-gued, and doesn't want to hear no low re marks." said Andrew, yawning. "Come, Monsieur Andrew, don't be hard on a person who has been untortu- nate." "Stop dat talkln dar; I'm gwlne to de compose some poetry. What will rhyme wird 'skies,' you French feller in dar?" asked Andrew after a short silence. "Eyes," replied Le Bland, thinking that perhaps it would be better to humor his mood. "Dar fust line am dis," resumed the negro, "Dar moon am sailin' in da skies." "But can't compare wid Dinah's eyes," added Le Bland. "Dat am berry good," quoth Andrew, much pleased with the lines. "Listen," continued the Frenchman; "I'll assist tou to compose some lines on Dinah's eyes, If you'll just let me out of this ridiculous place. Poetry is the sure road to the female heart. Andrew, you are a poet and a man of feeling. "Y-e-s. I know dat," said the negro, highly gratified by the compliment to his head and heart. "The fact of the case is, that I am vilely slandered and villainously tra duced. It is necessary in order to via dicate my character, that I should es cape this block house. Now It seems to me, that a man of your sensibility must pity me, more especially when I assure you that I will giv yu handsome sum of money for your services." "Money I" exclaimed Andrew, eagerly. "Yes, Andrew i good, hard, silver pieces." "Dat alters de clrkumstance. Poke out del money frew der hole," responded Andrew readily. (To be eonttMul) Snlt-IUxIniK Ilrcn.l. Scald a teacup thoroughly, then 1111 nenly half full of warm water, stir In a pinch of soda and salt and thicken with graham Hour or with Indian meal. Put In n warm place to rise. Do this during the forenoon. When it Is light, set nwuy In a cool place. Next morn ing stir together to a batter In a bowl of warm water and flour, then stir In the graham "rising." If kept warm It will rise in n short time. Put flour into tho bread pan, make n hollow In the center of It, scald a little of tho Hour with boiling water, then cool with a little cold water, add a half-cup of sugar niul a little salt and tho risen batter. Mix well and Ret In a warm place to rise. When light mold Into loaves and Ret In bread tins to rise again, then bake for thirty minutes. Potato No up. Scrub and put Into a pan twelve me dium sized potatoes with Just enough water to cover them, and boll gently until they are done. Pour off the wat er, and when they are dry, peel and pass them through n sieve. Now melt an ounce and a half of butter in u saucepan, add two onions, finely minc ed, o teaspoonfuJ of chopped parsley, and a pinch of celery seed. Cover, and let the contents steam gently for fif teen minutes; add the potatoes and enough water to make a smooth firm batter, then enough milk to reduce to the consistency of cream; let It boll up once, season with pepper and salt, and serve. This Is one of the most delicious, yet economical soups that come to table. Qulnee und Apple Jelly. Prepare an equal weight of quinces and tart apples for jelly, that Is wash and slice whole, being careful to seo there are no wormy spots left In them. Put the quinces In the preserving ket tle and boll till soft with enough water to cover them. Then add the apples, still keeping enough water over them, and boll till the whole Is a pulp. Strain through a Jelly bag and add a scant pound of sugar to each pint of juice. Heat the sugar in- the oven and turn into glasses. The flavor of apples and quinces together is pleasanter than that of quinces alone. Canning Grape. Grapes may be canned whole without the usual process of scalding. Heat the Jars very hot by steaming them over water brought gradually from tepid to boiling heat, or by placing them In the oven In several thicknesses of paper and increasing the heat gradually. Wring a towel from hot water and swathe the cans; then fill them with cold grapes, cover with boiling water, seal, and let stand ten minutes. Then take off the covers, pour off the water, and cover with boiling syrup sweetened to taste, and seal. The skins will hot break and the fruit will have a very different flavor from seeded grapes. Pickled Applen. Sweet apples are best for pickles, Pare, core and quarter the fruit. Take one quart of good cider vinegar, dis solve In It four and one-half pounds of sugar, boll two minutes, add cinnamon and cloves to taste; put Into the vine gar as much of the prepared fruit as will cook conveniently, stew slowly un til the fruit can readily be pierced by a fork, skim out the fruit and stew more, place the fruit In a jar and pour over all the boiling vinegar that re mains. The fruit must be entirely cov ered by the liquid. Keep the Jar close ly covered. Orange and Rhubarb Marmalade, Wash three pounds of tender pink skinned rhubarb and cut In pieces two Inches In length. Put three pounds of oranges In the preserving kettle with plenty of cold water to cover, and sim mer three hours. Drain and cut In four pieces. Put six pounds of granu lated sugar In the kettle with Just enough water to prevent sticking, and stir until dissolved and boiling. Add the oranges and rhubarb, stir until boil ing, then move to the edge of the Are and cook gently fifteen or twenty min utes. Turn Into glasses, but do not cover until cold. Prince Potatoes. Cut cold mashed potatoes Into strips about two Inches long one Inch wide and half an Inch thick. Have In one saucer one tablespoonful of melted but ter and In another a beaten egg; dip strips of potatoes first In butter and then in egg, with a knife lay them In a hot buttered pan and cook In hot oven twelve minutes. One egg and one table spoonful of butter will be enough for one pint of potatoes. Short SuKKeatlona. A vanilla bean kept In a box of sugar will Impart a delicate flavor to the sugar. Pale, Thin, ervous t Then your blood must be In a very bad condition. You certainly know what to take, then take it Ayer's Sarsa parilla. 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