THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOEL R O B I N SO N I
r
CHAPTER XXIII. (Continued.)
In a short time ten or a dozen sturdy
men were at work with picks and
spades, and the dirt went merrily over
the stockades.
"They are still digging: the water
grows muddier," said Fleming, who,
with Boone and the rest, remained in
the block-houses.
"If they were not sheltered by the
bank, we would soon make them
scamper away," returned the pioneer.
"There's a burning arrow upon the
roof of one of the cabins," said Flem
ing. "I will go and put it out," added Dan
iel Boone's son, who was yet but a
mere lad.
"Stay,, my son; I prefer to go myself!"
cried his father, nervously, more willing
to expose himself than his son.
"Your life is worth more than mine,"
said James.
"For my sake for your mother's
sake!" cried the captain, earnestly. But
before he had finished the sentence
James was running along the roofs of
the cabins, exposed to the enemy's fire.
The old veteran of the wilderness
stood watching his boy with & terrible
anxiety for the result, which no heart
but a parent's can understand. He heard
a discharge of firearms, and the balls
that whistled about his son seemed to
wound his own person. James stooped
down, and with his foot extinguished
the flaming arrow, while a literal
shower of lead cut the air, and per
forated his clothes in many places.
The fire being out, the bold boy turned
to retrace his footsteps, when a ball
too true to its aim struck him upon the
breast, and he fell amid the shouts of
a hundred foemen.
The pioneer stagsered and groaned
as if his heart would burst, and would
have rushed forth to cover his son's
body with his own, had not Fleming
held him, while Joel Logston, regardless
of danger, leaped out upon the roof,
raised the fallen youth in his athletic
arms, and bore him to the block-house.
The shaft had been well sped the
wound was mortal. The bereaved fath
er bent over the dying boy in tearful
agony, and taking up King David's la
ment, cried out in the bitterness of his
wounded spirit:
"My son, my son! would to God that I
had died for thee!"
For a space all stood silent, too much
affected to speak.
"Be a man, cap'n; be a man," said
Logston.
"Ah, Joel, things have changed since
I bade you master your griefs," said
Boone, In a choked voice. "This makes
two darling sons and a brother that I
have lost by savage hands. James,
James! my dear boy! look at me; it Is
your father that calls!" cried the captain,
frantically.
Contrary to all expectations, the boy
opened his eyes languidly, and smileij
faintly.
And now ensued a scene so tender and
affecting that the stoutest heart turned
away unmanned. The boy's mother and
sister had come to gaze their last upon
him, and to share his agonies quite down
to the rolling river of death,
"It's all over now the pain of dying
Is past the darkness has disappeared,
and the light flows in. Farewell, loved
ones I go, I go. I go to the land
where there are no warfares and fight
ings, and where God himself shall wipe
all tears from all faces."
The boy smiled and died; and an ex
pression of serene joy inexpressible lin
gered sweetly upon his young face.
"I have done struggling with destiny,"
said Boone, In heart-broken accents. "I
yield now to my fate; I relinquish all
earthly hopes. I shall command no
longer among you. This last blow has
destroyed my manhood. Choose a new
leader, and leave me to my private
griefs," he added sadly.
"No new leader will we have," an
swered Joel.
"My voice will be heard no more In
battle, replied Boone.
"Daniel, Daniel!" exclaimed Mrs.
Boone, In a tone of solemn earnestness,
wiping away all traces of rocent tears,
is this like you? Have you ceased to
be the iron-nerved mnn chosen by God
to people this wilderness? Are you not
to these heorlc men what Moses was to
the Hebrews? Will you falter now,
when the hopes of all are centered upon
you?"
"You are right, Rebecca; I must masj
ter myself," answered the forester, like
one just awakened from sleep,
"Here is your rifle, Daniel," added
Mrs. Boone, placing the trusty weapon
he loved so well in his hands. The
touch of the faithful steel, and the be-
loved voice of Rehocca, seemed to bring
him to himself. He passed his hands
over his forehead, and his spirit was
once more auve to the sound of battle.
The settlers continued the defense
with great obstlnncy, shooting down all
those who had the hardihood to show
themselves within gunshot of the fort.
When the night set in, the digging was
still progressing, Judging by the muddy
hue of the water; and the Inhabitants
of Boonesborough remained In suspense
until morning, expecting hourly to hear
the spades of the enemy la their under
ground approaches.
CHAPTER XXIV.
The deportment of Star-Light was
more friendly after her return to the
villa re. The reasoni for thli change
wire attributed to the occurrences of
the day; we mean those relating to
Allan Norwood and Le Bland.
Our heroine's emotions while In the
presence of the former, and her evident
repugnance to the latter, had produced
favorable Impression on tne jeaious
Indian maiden.
Rosalthe took advantage of Star-
Light's mood to refer to the promise
which she had made to conduct her
back to Boonesborough. The sUDjecr.
gave no apparent displeasure, and the
assurance was given that the matter
should not be long delayed.
Rosalthe was much surprised at the
calmness exhibited by the UheroKee
girl, when she obviously felt so deeply
on the subject. That the Frenchman
had made the strongest professions of
love to her there -could be no ground
of doubt; and that Star-Light still dis
trusted his sincerity was equally sure.
What does White-Cloud think ot
Smooth-Tongue?" she asked, abruptly,
on the morning following.
Rosalthe felt that it was her duty to
deal truly and frankly with Star-Light;
she therefore replied that she considered
Le Bland a dangerous man, to whose
protestations of love or friendship It
as not safe to trust; that it ne nao.
professed to love her (Star-Light), the
truth compelled her to say that he had
not acted In good faith, for during the
last few weeks he had not ceased to
persecute and render her miserable with
is avowals.
While Rosalthe was making this state
ment, Star-Light kept her eyes nxea
searchingly on her. When she had
ceased speaking, her companion shook
her head and smiled faintly.
"And White-Cloud is sure that she
has no happiness In the words of Shots
ka?" replied Star-Light.
"Very sure," replied Rosalthe: "his so
ciety was not agreeable to me from the
first, and when I began to be suspicious
that he was leagued with our enemies,
not only disliked but feared him. I
ave told you this Derore, dm you
would not listen. Let my red sister be
strong. Let her soul rise above sorrow.
Smooth-Tongue is unworthy of her
thoughts: therefore let her forget him.
Otter-Lifter is brave and humane, and
is heart sighs for Star-Light."
The maiden made no answer, and soot
fter Rosalthe and Monon left the lodge
nd walked Into the forest together.
They had gone but a short distance
from the village when they were met by
Le Bland. He assumed an easy, assured
nd arrogant tone.
"I trust you will be kind to-day," he
said to Rosalthe.
"Our cousin of the Wyandots talks
but little," replied Monon.
"So I should think," added the French
man. ' She seems to De a penect mute.
Is the gift of speech denied her? I
ould speak a few words to you," con
tinued the Frenchman, again address
ing Rosalthe, but in a more respectfu)
tone.
"Speak on," she replied, disguising her
voice as much as possible.
For a moment the Frenchman was si
lent; a significant, sarcastic smile played
over his features.
"Think; reflect one single moment. Is
there not some secret connected with
your present situation which you might
not wish to be known In certain quar
ters?" replied Le Bland.
"None In which I wish you to feel in
terested," returned Rosalthe. "I do not
wish to have any further conversation
with you."
"There is a place called Boonesbor
ough," said the Frenchman, and a fam
ily there by the name of Alston, ho
continued.
Our heroine made no rejoinder, but
felt herself trembling In every, limb,
"Mr. Alston had a fair daughter whose
name was Rosalthe."
"I know what you would say, replied
Rosalthe. "I knew the words that hang
upon your lips for utterance. What my
present situation may be, It cannot be
bettered by you. I would not trust my
self with one who has proved himself
so recreant to all that Is honorable."
"You speak proudly and bitterly,"
Rosalthe Alston. Captivity has not
turned your haughtiness and Intractibil-
ity of spirit. I find you just the same
but more cold, If possible. It was your
father's wish that you should cultivate
far different deportment toward one
who Is willing to be your slave."
"Monsieur Le Bland, the time has
passed when such language could be re
ceived with even a semblance of cour
tesy. Since your true character has
Sseen revealed to me In the light of day,
and there can no longer be doubt In
relation to that subject, I shrink from
you with unspeakable repugnance."
"It has come to this, then!" exclaimed
Le Bland. "You speak out at last; you
throw aside the flimsy mask Imposed
by respect to your parents, and stand
before me as you are; and I cast off
mine. The period of dissimilation has
gone forever. Gentle speech and the
soft fooleries of love cannot affect you
I must woo you as the. gallant knights
of olden times sometimes wooed fair
ladles by sterner arts."
"I cannot for a moment doubt your
Inclination to commit any species of vil
lainy, since you have betrayed those who
have loaded you with kindness. Alasl
those most dear to me may already be
bleeding In savage hands! Boonesbor
ough may even now bt wrapped In
flames,
"Yes! Boonesborough Is Invested
great army. pn Quesne hns sat down
before It; It N threatened by lire and
water. Many 0f ts defenders havo fall
en. All faces there are as white as thoso
of the sheeted dead; all hearts feel the
ley touch of despair. Women and chil
dren are quaking with horror; tears flow
like rain; cries and prayers go 'up to
heaven like a burden of terrible agony,"
said Le Bland.
And you, the author of this great
roilg. Can snwik of It calmlv!" crlnd
Rosalthe. "T ,vni,l that I could sea this
Captain Du Quesne. I would throw my
self at his feet and entreat him to have
mercy on the helpless and the Innocent."
ut uttle would you move him, re
plied Le Bland, with a sarcastic smile,
"T I..... t , . '
iviiuw nun better tnan you.
" he can hrliii such ' mlscrv on
Boonesborough, ho is not a man; he Is ft.
fiend."
"He was rearlv to fire the station
when I came from there."
Merciful heaven! How cruel Is ths
heart of man!" exclaimed Rosalthe.
.there is vet a solitary hoDe of t-
Ing Boonesborough, although Invested
by four hundred savages, led by Du
Quesue and stimulated by the arts of
Girty and McKee."
' What Is that hope?" asked Rosalthe.
"It Is a hone as slender as the finest
thread ever spun Into the woof of spid
er's web."
"Name It be quick!"
"It 1 a hone fainter than the breath
of the dying zephyr. It Is a hope as dis
tant as the far-off planets; as cold as the
frozen ocean."
Rosalthe chine convulsively to Monon
for support, looking wildly at Le Bland.
It Is this: If you will listen to the
wishes of your father (and duty to par
ents Is strictly enjoined In the Book of
nooks), the army shall be withdrawn
from Boonesborough," said the French
man calmly, bending upon Rosalthe a
keen and penetrating glance.
"Can this man be trusted?" she ex
claimed. "It is terrible to think of belna
his wire!"
"And Is there not something equally
ppalllng In the fate of Boonesbor
ough?" asked the Frenchman, whose
hopes In this new device momentarily
grew stronger.
I doubt your power to do this. Bring
me face to face with Captain Du
Quesne," returned Rosalthe. .
"You have your wish; I am Captain
Du Quesne," answered Le Bland, draw
ing himself up proudly and smiling cold
ly at the amazed expression that passed
over the face of Miss Alston.
"You Du Quesne?" cried the latter.
"Aye, Miss Alston, I am that mon
ster," was the Ironical rejoinder.
It has only required this declaration
to make my repugnance complete. If
you have no other condition to offer,
RnonpahnrAtlfrfi mnar InrloA norlflh
n - . . '
returned Rosalthe. In despairing accents.
Think of those you love; have re
spect to the gray hairs of your father-
to cherished wishes of the kindest of
mothers. To know the danger to which
your friends are exposed, you must go
with me, you must look upon the paint
ed faces; you must witness on their red
visages the Impatience which they feel
to dip their hands In gore. If the spec
tacle does not move you, you are com
posed of sterner material than I Im
agine." .
"Go with you? I would not look on
the doomed station."
"But I shall not consult your wishes;
you shall see Boonesborough assailed
with fire and sword, and behold the des
truction of all the inhabitants by hands
that know no mercy.
Du Quesne gave a shrill whistle, and
three savages appeared, who Instantly
seized the two maidens. Both called for
assistance; but their cries were Imme
diately stopped, and they were placed
on horsebock. In a few minutes they
were moving off through the forest at
a rapid rate in the direction of Boones
borough, (To v continued.)
)$ J J1 J 5' '51 l' 41 "H1 'S $
THE CEITIC ON THE EARTH.
It may be argued from a story in
Lord Edmond Fitzmaurlce's recent
Life" of the second Earl Granville
that a wife with a seeing eye can size
up her husband quite as accurately as
an astute politician. When Sydney
Herbert the first Lord Herbert of
Lea, resigned the war office in '1801
Palmerston. then premier, fixed upon
the scholarly Sir George Cornewall
Lewis to succeed him. .
Lady Theresa Lewis immediately ex
pressed her doubt of her husband's
fitness for the office, but Palmerston's
messenger argued the point, saying
the duties would not be military, but
civil.
"He would have to look after the
accounts."
'He can never make up his own!"
declared Lady Theresa.
"He will look after the commlssa
rlat," continued Palmerston's mouth
piece, with assurance.
"He cannot order his own dinner!"
"He will control the clothing depart
ment" with timid hopefulness.
"If my daughters did not give the
orders to his tailor be would be with
out a coat!"
Palmerston carried the day, how
ever, and Cornewall Lewis reluctantly
accepted the office. Not long after, the
under-secretary found him In a club,
trying presumably to inform himself
upon his duties. He was reading
work on the military tactics of Lycao-
nlans.
Doctor I presume, my dear sir,
that you boll the water at your house.
Patient Yes, sir; when I take a bath.
THE OLD-TIME SUGAR CAMP.
In the Good Old lny When ISverr-
thluir Wot Dona by Hund.
Most everybody knows about the
modern method of maple sugar uniklng,
wrltca E. A. Bushmill In tho Cincinnati
ost . Tho story I would toll deals
with tho good old ditys when every
thing was done by hand. The soanon
begins about March 1 and last's from
four to six weeks.
Whon I tended camp, In the old days,
big black kettle was swung to the
hanging polo" out In tho open. The
sup was brought from the trees to the
kettle In palls hung one on each end
of tho "sup yoke" renting on the neck
and shoulders of a man. During a "big
run" It was kept filled and boiling all
day and night In spite of smarting
eyes from the wood smoke and scorch
ing heat, the Are must be tended every
few minutes and the scum, pieces of
bark, dead leaves, clndors and twigs
skimmed from the surface of the boil
ing sap.
I can see the blue smoke curling from
tho tops of the brown leafless trees in
the old camp, and smell the sweet odor
of the steam from boiling sup through
the open door of the sugar house. The
air Is frosty and Invigorating. Down
In the hollows on the north Bide of the
hill, little patches of cold white snow
are hiding beneath mattod dead leaves,
behind tree trunks and old moss-cov
ered logs.
Ice clings to the banks of the slug
gish brook, and I hear the trill of wood
birds, and the monotonous throbbing of
a partridge's wings up where the hem
locks stand thick and gloomy. On tho
southern slopes the first warm breath
of spring has melted the snow. It
stands In clear crystal pools where the
grass Is green, and reflects back the
sky and tall trees as you look down
in It
The sweet, cold, sparkling sap from
the maple trees on the hillside tinkles
drop by drop Into the buckets, and red
breasted robins call to their mates
among the branches.
A frightened woodchuck scurries into
his hole at the sound of merry song and
laughter, and barking of dogs from the
camp in the valley. A flock of hungry
"cawing" crows "flap" lazily over
frozen and honeycombed wheat field on
their way to the rookery in the old
mysterious tamarack swamp.
The air grows chilly as the sun goes
down and dark shadows creep through
the woods. The little barnllke-looklng
sugar house, which to the superstitious
was a rendezvous for ghosts through
out the cold, bleak winter, now re
sounds with cheery voices, and is aglow
with light and welcome.
There Is a ''big run" on and the ten
ders are "boiling down" all night And
supper is ready, and such a supper
Smoked ham, eggs cooked in boiling
sap, potatoes roasted In ashes, and cof
fee sweetened with pure maple syrup,
Posthumous Honors on Suicides.
When the Japanese protectorate over
Korea was declared recently many
Koreans grumbled and some even went
the length of committing suicide in
order to mark their displeasure. Ac
cording to the Korea Dally News, the
emperor has conferred postnumous
honors upon several of these suicides.
One of the misguided men, who poi
soned himself with opium, was a minor
official of the educational department
but the emperor raised him to the rank
of vice minister of education, and an
official of that department was dis
patched by the emperor to Inscribe tho
title upon his coffin. Another man,
private in the army, who committed
suicide at the same time ana tor the
same reasons,' has also had posthumous
promotion conferred upon him.
Dutr First.
Her Ladyship (who Is giving a ser
vants' ball, to butler) We shall begin
with a square dance, and I shall want
you, Wllklns, to be my partner.
Wllkins Certainly, m'lady; and af
terwards I presoom we may dance
with 'oom we like? Punch.
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Peanut Plck-Me-Vp.
When you come In tired from a
shopping trip, try a glnss of milk, hot
or cold, thickened with chopped pea
nuts. .
Of course any worklngman would
rather work than be worked.
IX THE OLD 8U0AB CAMP.
The Nevt S(ep.
"I don't want any government nt
II," said the anarchist.
"Suppose you succeeded In abolish
ing the government?"
Then I could stop In and start one
of my own." Washington Star.
Mntunnwill And M Window's Soothin
Syrup tho bent remedy ton no for their ohlldren
during the teething J riod.
Ills Curiosity Excited.
The subloct under dlscusslno at the cor
ner grocery wus the Panama canal.
"I've heard a good deal," rnmaricoa Mr.
Wipedunks, "about this Uulebra cut.
Why In thunder don t some oi tne news
papers print It?"
Too Curious.
One woll-known New York woman
has discovered, llko soino others of her
sex, that It does not pay to be too curi
ous. One or the oiu ramny roiumu
Is a Scotchman, named William, who
does not believe In glossing over the
truth for the sukb of sparing his lis
tener's feelings. The woman In ques
tion, although possessed of consider
able charm of manner, Is not a beauty
and knows It Her husband, recently
deceased, was a remarkably handsome
mon, und his wife was one of bis sin-
crest admirers. One day whon she
was looking at her husband's picture
on the mantel In the sitting room, Wil
liam was fussing around tho grate, and
In a moment of Impulse she asked:
William, what do you think made such
a handsome man as Colonel S. marry
such a plain woman as me?" William
looked from the portrait to the speak
er, meditated a second, and answered:
"Must have boen heaven's will, ma'am.'
Reconciled Science and llellnlon.
A clergyman Is quoted In Every
body's Magusilne as confounding an ad
vanced young woman who was demon
strating to him that science had dis
proved religion with this little parable.
Madam," he said, "I once knew a
member of your sex who perfectly
reconciled science and religion. She
Is a prominent member of the Young
Women's Christian Association and she
wus making an address to a large
gathering of women, which was Inter
rupted by a terrific thunder shower.
She shared with many the awful fear
of thunder and lightning, and, with
the others, she trembled In silence for
a few moments. When a blinding flash
was swiftly followed by a frightful
clap of thunder she struggled to her
feet, and began to pray, 'Oh, Lord, take
us under thy protecting wings, for thou
knowest that feathers are non-conduc
tors.' "
Put's Effort to Keep Lent.
la an ordinary restaurant a waiter
was surprised at being asked with Ire
land's Inimitable smile for "divlled
whale." "Is It filleted shark thatyehave,
thin?" pursued the Irishman on being
refused this delicacy. Again receiving
a reply In the negative he tried once
more. "Thin ye can bring me some
roasted porpoise," he said. The waiter
showed signs of becoming restive, and
Paddy sank back in his seat and heaved
a sigh of contentment "I'll take some
roast beef and vegetables," be suld,
cheerfully, "and sure ye'H not be for
saying that I didn't ask ye for fish." :
London Chronicle.
The Simple Truth.
"This," said the manufacturer proud
ly, "Is our latest novelty."
"Very fair," remarked the visitor,
"but you can't hold a candle to our
goods."
"Indeed? Are you In this line of
business?"
"No, I make gunpowder." Philadel
phia Press.
Timely.
"I see Bllklns is right up-to-date.-"In
what way?"
"He's wearing a Longworth necktie)
and smoking an Alice Roosevelt cigar."
Milwaukee Sertlnel.
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