THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOEL ROBINSON
ciurTpit xix.
Rosalthe clasped her hands and looki
ed imploringly at Otter-Lifter, who stood
motionless in the path.
"What would Star-Light and her cous
In of the Wyandots do?" asked the chief,
coldly.
"White-Cloud and the maiden they
call Star-Light do not like cruelty; they
seek to save this pale captive from
death," replied Wassahauza.
"And was not Otter-Lifter worthy of
the confidence of Star-Light and White
Cloud?" replied the chief, in a tone of
mild reproach.
"Otter-Lifter of the red race of the
Cherokees is humane; but this captive
was not taken by a war party of his,
and he might have feared to offend the
young warriors who brought her away
from llarrodsburg," answered Star
Light. "Wassahauza speaks of fear. When
was Otter-Lifter afraid? When did he
fnil to raise his voice against cruelty?
Who can say that he ever tortured a
prisoner, or made war on women and
children? Not a person living!" said
the chief, with dignity.
"Then why does such a g'entle-hcarted
leader stand still when his help is need
ed? Does he not see this trembling
trirl suffering the terrors of death? Has
he not a hand to use, as well as a tongue
to talk?" exclaimed Star-Light.
"The speech of Star-Light is bitter;
she wounds the heart of the chieftain
who is ready to die in her service," re
turned Otter-Lifter, mournfully.
Fanny Harrod recovered her con
sciousness, and stood clinging to Star
Iiight and our heroine. She fixed her
burning eyes on the placid face of Otter
Lifter in silent agony of spirit; for she
felt that it was he who was to decide
her fate. There was a short period in
which no words were spoken. The cap
tive read no emotions of pity In the
features of the chief.
He gave back her appealing look with
one apparently as impassive as hers had
been earnest. A faint smile at length
played over his lips; he spoke, and
Fanny Harrod and Rosalthe bent for
ward to catch his words with breathless
attention.
,"The Pale-Lily has been condemned to
death by the ordeal of fire, but she shall
live." said Otter-Lifter.
"It is well," answered Star-Light, loft
ily. "She shall live," repeated the chief,
"even if the sum of her freedom be the
life of Otter-Lifter. Yes, he will perish,
before a single hair of her head shall
be scathed by the devouring fire."
"It is enough," replied the Indian girl.
"This way," continued Otter-Lifter.
The latter moved on, ahd the three
maidens followed him without a ques
tion. Leaving the little village, he led
the way to the deep and dark forest,
through the umbrage of which the pale
moonlight with difficulty crept. He stop
ped at length a few hundred yards from
the encampment.
"Stay here," he said, "till I return,"
end immediately left them.
Rosalthe was now about to reveal
herself to Mis Harrod, but Star-Llght
sternly bade her be silent.
"If you would save her, be silent,"
she said.
The time of Otter-Lifter's absence
seemed long indeed to the expectant
captive. A thousand fears and wild con
jectures had birth In her mind. Per
haps the chief had been detected in his
purpose, and the plan had failed. It
was possible that he had not sufficient
influence among the other chiefs and
warriors to save her, and Innumerable
other fancies of this kind passed in
quick succession through her mind to
revive her terrors.
After the lapse of half an hour steps
were heard approaching. Fanny and
Rosalthe simultaneously uttered a cry of
surprise and alarm; for, Instead of see
ing Otter-Lifter, they beheld half a doz
en warriors mounted upon horses. Star
light remained calm and undisturbed.
'Teacel peace, foolish maidens! Otter
Lifter is with them!" she exclaimed.
Rosalthe looked again at the advanc
ing Indians, and beheld the chief in tho
midst of them, leading a horse. She
kissed Miss Ilarrod's pale cheeks, and
wept for joy. Without speaking, Otter
Lifter placed Miss Harrod upon the ani
mal which had been provided for that
purpose. The chief then turned to the
young men.
"Conduct this ' maiden to Harrods
burgh," he said, in a vonce of command.
"Otter-Lifter has pledged his word that
she shall live and return to her friends.
Go; and remember that your lives shah
answer for hers if harm befall her."
"Come here, Star-Llght," said Fanny,
In a subdued voice. The proud Indian
girl stepped to her side, and Miss Har
rod, bending forward, Imprinted a kiss
upon her lofty forehead. "It Is all I can
give you," she added.
Star-Light smiled faintly, and seemed
to look lovingly at the young girl. For
a moment her haughty beauty was
softened Into a mildness almost angelic.
"It is well that you have been called
Star-Light, for I behold reflected from
your starry eyes serenest rays of
mercy and truth!" said Miss Harrod,
enthusiastically.
Wassahauza gazed more fixedly at
Fanny, and her expressloa became more
benignly softened.
Otter-Lifter gazed at her with a kind
of mute idolatry discernible la his elo
quent eyes, and' then turned abruptly
from the scene, as if afraid to trust him
self longer.
Star-Light moved softly away, and
Hosalthe took Miss Ilarrod's hand
When the latter stooped to kiss her fore
head, she half-formed the resolution to
whisper his name; but a single glance
at the changed and gentle expression of
Mar-Light made her reject the idea;
and In an Instant Fanny and her escort
were moving toward Harrodsburgs.
Rosalthe threw her arms about Star
Light and embraced her tenderly; all
her unfavorable impressions were com
pletely removed by the recent scene.
This spontaneous act of friendship the
Cherokee maiden neither repelled nor
encouraged, but suffered it as a statue
of marble might receive the same Indi
cations of gratitude. The parties re
turned to the village, Otter-Lifter lead
ing the way In silence.
CHAPTER XX.
It was on the ensuing morning that
Star-Light visited the lodgo where the
interview already mentioned took place
between her and Allan Norwood.
There was a great commotion at the
village when it was known that Fanny
Harrod had escaped. A council was Im
mediately called to see what should be
done. While they were gravely smok
ing the pipe, as an indispensable pre
liminary, Otter-Lifter appeared among
them. One warrior arose and advised
that the warriors be punished who had
been appointed to watch over the cap
tive, which duty they had not faithfully
performed. Another recommended that
a small war party be instantly dispatch
ed in pursuit of the captive. Otter
Lifter arose calmly to his feet and looked
deliberately around upon the faces of the
assembled chiefs and warriors.
"It was my hand that liberated the
young white woman," he said. "I re
joice that I did so, because it is a deed
that will give me pleasure whenever I
think of it. I sent the Pale-Lily under
an escort of my warriors; and bj, this
time she is far beyond pursuit If these
wise chiefs and these brave warriors
are angry, let them turn their displeasure
on me. I am strong, and can die like a
man; but she was a weak young girl,
whom it was our duty, as brave men, to
protect, and not to inhumanly torture.
I have spoken."
Otter-Lifter sat down, and there was
a deep silence among the chiefs and
warriors. At length a chief who had
more than reached the period allotted to
human life three-score years and ten
arose and said, in a voice of deep solem
nity: "The young chief has uttered words
that have reached my heart. The spirit
of Monedo rests upon the young man;
he is worthy to be a chieftain among
the red children of the Cherokees. I
shall pass away, and the grave will hide
me; but he will live to be great, and his
name will be known among the nations.
Young warriors and chiefs, Imitate the
bright example of Otter-Lifter; it is the
advice of an old man whose way Is to
ward the receptacle of death, and to
whose eyes the scenes of the happy
hunting-grounds already open."
The old man took his seat and the
assembled warriors were deeply affect
ed. Tho current of opinion was changed.
The council broke up; the warriors and
chiefs pressed around Otter-Lifter to
shake hands with him and speak some
words of applause; for their noble na
ture had been touched, and the man
"who cared only for his word, his rifle
and his honor" was never so popular
among his people as then. It is thus
that a noble act frequently raises the
actor In the estimation of those whom,
in all human judgment, it would have
deply offended.
About the same time that the above
scene was transpiring, Star-Light and
White-Cloud were walking in the forest,
upon the margin of the Indian village.
"I have seen one of your people," said
Star-Light.
"Who was it?" returned our heroine,
looking anxiously at her companion.
"A young man, and he was seeking
you. He was tall and handsome, with
black hair and eyes," returned Star
Light. "Did you ask him his name?" re
joined Rosalthe, with an earnestness
that she mado no attempt to render less
apparent.
"I cared nothing for his name; but I
told him to go back to Booncsborough
and tell your friends you were safe, and
would be with them before another
moon."
"I thank you for that," exclaimed Ro
salthe. Before the Indian girl had time to re
ply, a rapid footstep was heard, and
Allan Norwood stood before the maid
ens. The suddenness of his appearance
caused Rosalthe to recoil a few paces,
but Star-Light remained unmoved.
"What brings you here? have you
worn your scalp so long that you have
got tired of It, and wish to lose it?"
asked Star-Light.
"I have come to seek the maiden I
spoko of, and I will never go back till
I know what her situation is, and I
have some proof that you have told me
the truth," replied Allan.
"I never speak falsely; It is the pale
faces that lie!" she replied with dig
nity. "I demand proof!" returned Norwood.
"Again I ask) what is the young wom
an to you?" said the Indian girL
"She la much everything, and yet
nothing," answered tho young man,
with mueh feeling.
"That Is Strang! 'Much, everything,
nothing' the young man has taken
much strong water," replied Star-Llght,
with a contemptuous curl of her Hp.
While this conversation was golug on
our heroine stood partly behind Star
Llght, partly concealed by her person;
and the effect of the young man's words
nay be Imagined '' tu9 render, She
had no difficulty 1" recognising him as
the man who had Interposed to save
her from the Itnpertlneuco of Le Bland.
She stood like one spell-hound and
listened to his words with Intense in
terest. "She Is much to me, because I love
her, and nothing to me, because she
does not know mo and reciprocate tho
sentiment which a single chance meet
ing called up," he added.
"You have met her then? Why did
you not tell her this pleasant story?"
resumed the Indian maiden.
"I did not even address her," said
Norwood. "I gnr.oi upon her beauty
only a moment, and she passed away
from my sight like a fair but delusive
vision of the night."
"You will tell her this pretty tale If
you find her?'1 added Star-Light, looking
at him with n scornful smile.
"Not until she is safely restored to
her friends," replied Allan firmly.
"Listen let your ears be open the
White-Cloud already loves!"
Tho young hunter grew deadly pale
and pressed his hand to his forehead,
as if it were stricken with a sudden
pain.
Rosalthe's fortitude gave way, and the
intensity of her emotions overpowered
her. With a faint cry she sank into
the arms of Star-Llght. and her percep
tions grew so confused that the past,
present and future were mingled in cha
otic confusion.
CHAPTER XXT.
Innis McKee cast a lingering and anx
ious look at the scout, and then languidly
resumed her seat by the dim and fitfully
blazing fire. She reflected upon her own
isolated and friendless eondltlou. She
wondered if the woodsman really felt an
Interest In such an untaught being as
she felt herself to be. He had' given
utterance to sentiments that had sound
ed most pleasantly to her ears; she hail
never had such words addressed to her
before.
While she recalled his earnest manner
and subdued tones, she felt herself less
wretched, and encouraged a trembling
hope of a brighter future to come at
some very distant day. The kindly
words of the scout were like so many
notes of music elicited from what ap
peared to her the disordered harp of
human society.
Restless and uneasy, she sat until the
clouds were crimson with the dawning,
Her mother awoke from her heavy slum
ber and looked about the dim and
gloomy tavern with a dull and vacant
stare, ner eyes wandered mechanically
to the spot where Ballard had been left
by her husband; her apathy was gone
she was fully awake.
"lie is gone," said Innis, In answer to
her startled and Inquiring look. "He's
free."
"And yqu M
"Assisted him," added the girl.
No more was said by either party.
Mrs. McKee produced a pipe, and ex
haled column after column of smoke
with Indian stoicism; and Innis en
deavored to Imitate her Indifference.
"This mode of life does not please me,
and I care but little what happens,"
said the latter, after a long Interval of,
the deepest silence.
Mrs. McKee made no rejoinder, but
burled herself In the fumes of the to
bacco. "The young women at Boonesborough
lead a better life; they have been taught
many things which I know nothing
about. I shall go there and see them,
perhaps."
Innis ceased speaking, for she heard
her father's footsteps. The color forsook
her face, and she Instinctively pressed
closer to her mother's side. But the
latter remained unmoved, and continued
to emit dark wreaths of smoke.
As McKee drew nearer, however, she
threw down the pipe, and folding her
arms, calmly awaited the storm. The
renegade's eyes wandered quickly to the
spot where he had left his victim.
"Where Is he?" he asked, with a
brow already clouded with wrath.
"Gone! He's a brave man, and I gave
him . his liberty," replied the Indian
spouse.
McKee's nostrils dilated with fury;
he retreated a few steps and drew a pis
tol from his belt.
"Hold! stay your brutality!" ex
claimed Innis, advancing until the
leveled weapon covered her own person.
"I alone am guilty of this deed. . These
hands released the scout while she
slept.
Innis stood erect and firm before her
father. She seemed like on accusing
spirit Her form did not tremble nor
hei voice falter.
'You!" said McKee; and returning the
pistol to his belt, he raised his hand to
strike.
"Beware!" cried his wife, In a threat
ening voice. ,"Be guarded In what you
do. Remember that my father is a pow-
erful chief among the Shawnees. I have
only to lift my finger thus, and you
will be swept from the face of the earth.
Strike, if you dare!"
The man's arm sunk suddenly to his
side. Fear for his own safety restrained
him from acts of unmanly violence; but
the demon was still raging within him.
(To I" continued.)
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