6 THE FIRST JOURNEY. A silent pilgrim, I was borne Hither unto ttils port of I,lfe: TJnfrighted, lone, and yet unworn By any sense of stir or strife— I anchored at the I'ort of Life. Unknowing, hitherwarri I came! Unknowing all I crossed the bar Where life burst round me like a flower And one face shone, sweet, like a star. And one, a graver, sterner star. A pilgrim here I nothing brought Save my white, child, unspotted soul. Brought nothing! 'twas as If God thought A pilgrim, without scrip or stole— That were enough:—* pure, child soul! Came nothing bringing—land nor gold— Save the Immortal gift of X,ove: Haply my baby hand could hold That holiest hest sent from above With Joy, the sister twin to Love. "Were It too much for me to ask Some note of life—its hopes and fears— To tit me for my coming task When wandering through the crowding years? Who was it gave the gift of tears? Not angols: not In my own heaven Are found the deeps whence tears may flow: Only to mortals Is It given To sound the breaking note of woe; Nor do wo take It when we go! Ixinely and far I came, yet near; The wonder was to be alone— Till light shone round me, comfort, cheer: Then Life's lirst sounds, a laugh—a moan— \ And then, O strange, a cry!—mine own. They asked me naught, but took me In, Kind hands were there—then food and rest It was as if It bad always been, Nor did they ask me of my quest— The welcome was!—l was the guest! —Millie W. Carpenter, in Springfield (Mass.) Republican. A Daughter 1 of the Sioux I i By GEN. CHARLES KING. I Copyright, lto2, by The Hohart Company. CHAPTKB XXIV.—CONTINUED. A woeful time, it seems, they had had with poor Nanette when at last it became necessary to take her away from her dead brave. She raged and raved at even her pleading aunt. Defiant of them all, from the general down, and reckless of law or fact, she vowed it was all a con spiracy to murder Moreau in cold blood. They gave him the knife, she declared, although it later developed that she had tossed it through the open window. They had given him the chance to escape—the sight of Kennedy, "who had striven to kill him twice before," and then of the black smiths, with their degrading shackles —all just to tempt him to make a dash for freedom —just as they had lured and murdered Crazy Horse — Crazy Horse, his brave kinsman, not ten years before —then had placed a dead shot on the path to life and liberty—a man who killed him in cold blood, as deliberately planned. These were her accusations, anil that story took strong hold in certain circles in the far east. Nanette said many other things before her final breakdown; and Hay and his sorrowing wife found their load of care far heaviest, for the strain of Indian blood, now known to all, had steeled the soul of the girl against the people at Fort Krayne, men and women both. Against none so vehemently as those who would have shown her sym pathy, none so malignantly as those who had suffered for her sake. This was especially true of Field. In the mad hope of "getting jus tice," as she termed it, for the dead, she had demanded speech of the gen eral, and, in presence of "Black Bill" and the surgeon, he had given her a hearing, it proved fatal to her cause, for in her fury at what she termed "the triumph of his foes," she lost all sense of right or reason, and de clared that it was Field who had warned Stabber's band and sent them fleeing to unite with Lame Wolf— Field who took the trader's horses and rode by night with Kennedy to warn them it was Webb's intention to surround the village at dawn and xnakc prisoners of the men. It was field, she said, who furnished the money Moreau needed to establish his claim to a gold mine in the Ulack Hills, the ownership of which would make them rich and repay Field a dozen times over. It was Field who sought to protect her kindred among the Sioux in hopes, she said it boldly, of winning her. But the general had heard enough. The door was opened anil Hay and Illake were ushered in. The former briefly told of the find ing of her note in Field's room the night the adjutant was so mysteri ously missing. The note itself was held forth by the inspector general and she was asked if she cared to have it opened and read aloud. Iler apswer was that Field was a coward, a dastard to betray a woman who ibad trusted him. "Oil, lie didn't," said Blake dryly. "Twas just, the other way. lie couldn't be induced to open his head, so his friends took a hand. You got word of the outbreak through your Indian followers. You wrote to iField and sent the note by Pete, bid <ling him join you at that godless .hour, telling him that you would pro vide the horses and that you must ride to Stabber's camp to see Moreau tor the last time, aa he was going at once to tin- Black Hills. Yon made Field belie* e lie was your half brother, instead of what lie was. You brought Moreau back to the post and took something, 1 can't say what, down to him from Mr. Hay's— he waiting for you on the flats be low the trader's corral. You should have worn your moccasins, as well as a divided skirt, that night instead of French-heeled bottines. The rest— others can tell." The others were Kennedy, and the recaptured, half recalcitrant Pete, the latter turned state's evidence. Kennedy told how he had wandered down into the flats after"the few dhrinks" that made him think scorn ful of Sioux; of his encounter with Kagle Wing, his rescue by Field and a girl who spoke Sioux like a-native, lie thought it was little Fawn Kyes when he heard her speak, and until he heard this lady; then lie under stood. lie bad been pledged to se crecy by the lieutenant, and never meant to tell a soul, but when he heard the lie the lady told about the lieutenant, it ended any promise. Then Pete, an abject, whining wretch, was ushered in, and his story, when dragged out by the roots was worst of all. Poor Mrs. Hay! She had to hear it, for they sent for her; somebody had to restrain Na nette. Pete said he had "known Na nette long time, ever since baby. So had Crapaud. Yes, and they had known Eagle Wing, Moreau, always— knew liis father and mother. Knew Nanette's father and mother." But Black Bill interposed. No need togo into these particulars, as substan tiating Mrs. Hay and himself, said he. "The lady knows perfectly well that I know all about her* girlhood," so Pete returned to modern history. Eagle Wing, it seems, came riding often in from Stabber's camp to see Nanette by night, and"he was in heap trouble, always heap trouble, always want money," and one night she told Pete lie must come with her, must never tell of it. She had money, she said, her own, in the trader's safe, but the door was too heavy, she couldn't open 2t, even though she had the key. She had opened the store by the back door, then came to him to help her with the rest. He pulled the safe door open, he said, and then she hunted and found two big letters, and took them to the house, and next night she opened the store again, and he pulled open the safe, and she put back the letters and sent him to Mr. Field's back door with note, and then over to saddle Harney and Dan, and "bring 'em out back way from sta ble." Then later she told him ( apt. Blake had Eagle Wing's buckskin pouch and letters, and they must get them or somebody would hang Kagle Wing, and she kept them going, "all time going," meeting messengers from the Sioux camps, or carrying letters. She fixed everything for the Sioux to come anil capture Hay and the wagon—fixed everything even 4o nearly murdering the sentry on Num ber Six. Pete and Spotted Horse, a young brave of Stabber's band, had compassed that attempted rescue. She would have them kill the sentry if need be, and the reason they didn't get Wing away was that she couldn't wait until the sentries had called off. They might even then have succeed ed, only her pony broke away, and she clung to Kagle Wing's until he— he had to hit her to make her let go. The wild girl, in a fury declared it false from end to end. The poor woman, weeping by her side, bowed lier head and declared it doubtless true. Her story —Mrs. Hay's—was sad dest of all. Her own father died when she was very, very young. He was a French Canadian trader and traveler who had left them fairly well to do. Next to her Indian mother, Mrs. Hay had loved no soul on earth as she had her pretty baby sister. The girls grew up together. The younger, petted and spoiled, fell in love with a handsome, reckless young French half breed, Jean La Fleur; against all warnings, became bis wife, and was soon bullied, beaten and deserted. She lived but a little while, leaving to her more prosperous and level-headed sister, now wedded to Mr. Hay, their baby daughter, also named Nanette, and by her the worthy couple had done their very best. Perhaps it would have been wiser had they sent the child away from all association with the Sioux, but she had lived eight years on the Laramie in daily contact with them, sharing the Indian sports and games, loving their free life, and rebelled furiously when finally taken East. "She" was the real reason why her aunt spent so many months of each succeeding year away from her hus band and the frontier. One of the girl's playmates was a magnificent •young savage, a son of Crow Killer, the famous chief. The father was killed the day of Crazy Horse's fierce assault on the starving force of Gen. Crook at Slim Buttes in '7O, and good, kind missionary people speedily saw promise in the lad, put him at school and strove to educate him. The rest they knew. Sometimes at Eastern schools, sometimes with Buffalo Bill, but generally out of money and into mischief, Eagle Wing went from one year to another, and Nanette, fool ishly permitted to meet him again in the East, had become infatuated. All that art and education, wealth, travel and luxury combined could do, was done to wean her from her pas sionate adoration of this superb young savage. There is 110 fiercer, more intense, devotion than that the Sioux girl gives the warrior who wins her love. She becomes his abject slave. She will labor, lie,..steal, sin, suffer, die, gladly die for him, if only she believes herself loved in turn, and this did Nanette more than be lieve, and believing, Slaved and studied between his irregular appear ances that she might wheedle more money from her aunt to lavish on her brave. When discovered meeting him CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 1903. in secret and by night, she was locked in her third story room and thought secure, until the day revealed her gone by way of the lightning rod. They had to resort to more stringent measures, but time und again she met him, undetected until too late, and when at last her education was de clared complete, had amazed her aunt by expressing willingness togo to Frayne, when the good woman thought the objectionable kinsman abroad with Buffalo Bill. Until too late, Mrs. Hay knew nothing of his having been discharged and of his preceding them to the west. Then Nanette begged her for more money, because he was in dreadful trouble— had stabbed a police officer at Omaha, whose people, so Moreau said, agreed not to prosecute him if if one thousand dollars could be paid at once. Hay's patience had been exhausted. He had lirmly refused to contribute another cent to settle Moreau's scrapes, even though he was a distant kinsman of his wife, and they both were fond of his little sister Fawn Eyes. It had never oc curred to Mrs. Hay that Nan could "ALONE ON THE LOFTY HEIGHT, ALONE IN THE WINTRY WILDER NESS, SOBBING OUT HER GRIEF SONG TO THE SLEEPING WINDS." steal from or plot against licr bene factors. but that was before sh»* dreamed that Nanette had bceom*. the Indian's wife. After that any thing might happen. "If she could do that for love of Moreau," said she, "there was nothing she could not do." And it would seem there was little short of deliberate murder she had not done for her Sioux lover, who had rewarded her utter self sacrifice by a savage blow with a revolver butt. "Poor Nanette!" sobbed Mrs. Hay, and "Po.or Nanette!" said all Fort Frayne, their distrust of her buried and forgotten as she lay, re fusing herself to every one; starv ing herself in dull, desperate misery in her lonely room. Even grim old "Black Bill" whom she had recog nized at once—Bill who had been the first to confirm Blake's suspicions as to her identity—had pity and coin passion for her. "It's the way of the blood," said Blake. "She is 'Bred out of that bloody strain That haunted us In our familiar paths.' " "She could do no different," said the general, "having fixed her love on him. It's the strain of the Sioux. We call her conduct criminal—they call it sublime." And one night, while decision in Nanette's case was still pending, and, still self-secluded, she hid within the trader's home, refusing speech with any one but little Fawn Eyes, a sleighing party set out from Frayne for a spin by moonlight along the frozen Platte. Wagon bodies had been set on runners, and piled with hay. The young people from officers' row, with the proper allowance of patrons and elders, were stowed therein, and tucked in robes and furs, Esther Dade among them, gentle and re sponsive as ever, yet still very silent. Field, in his deep mourning went no where. 11c seemed humiliated beyond words by his connection with this most painful affair. Even the gen eral failed to cheer and reassure him. He blamed himself for every thing and shrank, even from his friends. They saw the dim glow of the student lamp in liis quarters, as they jingled cheerily away. They were coming homeward, toward ten o'clock. The moon was shining bril liantly along the bold heights of the southern bank, and insensibly, chat and laughter gradually ceased as they came again in fight of the twinkling lights of Frayne, and glanced alaft at a new-made scaffolding, standing black against tJie sky at the crest of Fetterman Bluff. "Eagle Wing roosts high," said a thoughtless youngster. "The general let them have' their wrv to the last. What's theft ?" lie added, with sudden stop. "The sleigh had as suddenly been feined in. The. driver, an Irish troop er, crossed himself, for, on the hit*>b of the breathless winter night, there rose and fell—shrill, quavering, now high, now low, in mournful minor, a weir.3, desolate, despairing chant, the voice <>f the heart-broken Woman, and one and all knew at once it Was Na nette, after the manner of her moth er's people, alone on the lofty height, alone in the wintry wilderness, sobbing out, her grief song to the sleeping winds, mourning to the lust her lost, her passionately loved brave. Then, all on a sudden, it ceased. A black form started from under the scaffolding to the edge of the bluL. Then again, weird, wild, uncanny, a barbaric, almost savage strain burst from the lips of the girl. "Mother of lleavin!" cried the driver. "Can no one shtop that awful keen. It's her death soinr she's sinjria'l" Two yoaug officers sprang from the sleigh, but at the instant another «ry arose. Another form, this one of horse and rider, appeared at the crest, silhouetted with the girl's against the stars. They saw the rider leap from saddle, almost within arms' length of the singer; saw her quickly turn, as though, for the first time, aware of an intruder. Then the wailing song went or.tin sudden scream of mingled wrath, hatred and despair, and, like the Sioux that she was at heart, the girl made ftne mad rush to reach the point of bluff where was a sheer de scent of over 80 feet. A shriek of dread went up from the crowded sleigh; a cry of rejoicing, as the in truder sprang and clasped her, pre venting her reaching the precipice. But almost instantly followed a moan of anguish, for slipping at the crest, together, firmly linked, they came rolling, sliding, shooting down the steep incline of the frozen bluff, and brought up with stunning force among the Icy blocks, logs and drift wood at the base. They bore them swiftly homeward —Field senseless anil sorely shaken—■ Nanette's fierce spirit slowly drifting away from the bruised and broken tenement held there, so pityingly, in the arms of Esther Dade. Before the Christmas fires were lighted in the snowbound, frontier fort, they had laid all that was mortal of the brave, deluded tfirl in the little cemetery of Fort Frayne, her solemn story closed, on earth, forever. [To He Continued ! HE STUDIED HIS PUPILS. Why Ilr. Tli rl nit tVnn One of Fn*. In ml'* >loHt Successful Teach ers of Hoys. pr. Edward Thring, next to Arnold of Rugby, was considered to be the most successful teacher of boys in England. The duller the lad, the more eager was Dr. Thring to take him in hand and develop him. On one occasion a despairing father brought his son to him. "John must do everything his own way," he said. "He opposes his teachers, his schoolfellows, me, in everything. He will not take it for granted that twice two are four unti! he has counted for himself." "John is in for more hopeful condi tion than the amiable boy who al ways goes with the crowd," said the shrewd teacher, "provided he ha.s common sense enough to find out some time that lie is not infallible." After two years the father went again to Dr. Thring. "What miracle hove you worked upon John?" he asked. "He is hap py. affectionate and sensible." "I taught him how to lead, and suf fered him to be a leader," was the re ply. "Boys are like sheep. One finds a path, the others follow. The mas terful, strong boy can be trained into a wise captain, is the weak lad who always copies his fellows that is not worth drilfinj." The theory of this f;ynous teacher is more worthy of attiihtion because education too often trfaffc boys and girls in the mass, neglecting indi vidual development. Dr. Thring, by careful attention to boys of peculiar character, has given to the England of to-day some of its most useful men. Hospitable i'nt. A certain sportsman took a shoot ing in Ireland. He was assured that it was a good sporting territory. When he arrived this was corrobo rated by the head keeper, a typical Paddy. The latter declared that the country fairly bristled with pheas ants. So they went out after and in a day put ;:p five. Tli*. next day the tenant after part ridges and was told the same tale; the shoot yielded about six. Wood cock, grouse, capercailzie, every kind of game, Paddy told "his 'onner" were as thick as leaves in autumn, but they could not be found. At last he said angrily: "Are there many rhinoceroses on the estate?" "Shure, yer 'onner," drawled l'at very slow ly, "not many, not many," but bright ening up, "you may put up two or three round the lake in the summer." Long before the summer, of course, the tenancy would be at an end. ''You confounded rascal." roared tho tenant, "what do you mean by telling me all these lies?" "Shure," said Pat with a true Hibernian grin, "an' would't I be givin' yer 'onner a pleas ant answer?" —London Tatler. Chained lint Harmless. A Londoner, just arrived at, a Scottish town, and on his way to a hotel, addressed the porter who led the way: "Not a large place this?" "No verra," was the answer. Next question came: "Has it a corpora tion?" "A what, sir?" inquired the baggage bearer. "I mean, who rules it?" "Rules it? Jlst the Provost." "Ah, the Provost. Like our Lord Mayor? Has he got any insignia?" remarked the. cockney. "Insignia! What d'ye mean?" quoth the puzzled Scotsman. "Yes, insignia; that is to say, has he a chain?" the polite visitor hinted. Whereupon the al most dumbfounded native gasped out: "A chain, sir? The l'rov/ist chained? Xa, na! He ganj*s loose; but dinna be feared, he's quite harm less."—St. James Gazette. Wcnlfter Prophets. In the reign of Henry VIII. a proe Inmution was issued against almanac makers encouraging the belief in saints ruling the weather. Notwith standing this and similar efforts to explode a piJpular notion, certain saints' days are, however, still sup posed to assist in what may be called long-distance forecasts. St. Cathar ine, whose festival falls on Novem ber 25, is such a saint, for "as at Catharine, foul or fair, so will Its the next FcbruiU'J." —Detroit Free Fre»* Which? The president had an informal reception in his office recently and a number of visitor* were presented to him. One lady introduced herself as from Jacksonville, Fla and said: "Mr. President, 1 have come all this way just to nee you. I have never s*en a live president before." -Mr. Roosevelt seemed much amused. "Well, well," he said. "1 hope you don't feel disappointment now that you have seen one. Lots of people in the>e part* go all the way to Jacksonville to see a live ajligator. 1 wonder which kind of a tourist feel* 'He most «old " DBTHSAIDA. A Tale of the Time of (lie Caraara-By Malcolm Dearliurn, Author of "Lionel Arilon." This story covers an interesting period, that of the brutal Tiberius Caesar and the trial and death of Christ. There are two scenes in which the .Saviour figures, as he is being led to execution, and tne effect his presence produces on the two chief j>er •onages of the story is graphically described. The hero, Aristarchus, is a Roman noble of great wealth. His father, Petromus, has been doomed to death by order of Augustus Caesar, whom he had unintentionally of ; fended. On his last night on earth, while I'etronius was looking from the roof of his palace, he witnessed a strange light in the heavens. It rose, paused, vibrated, then slowly disappeared in its course towards Syria. While he was still gazing at it, a slave ap proaches and announces to him the birth of a son. The Roman marvels, and at once as sociates the wondrous light in the heavens with the birth of his son. The light, of course, was the star of Bethlehem, pro claiming the birth of Christ, whose influence oyer Pctroniua' son makes up the main in cidents of the story. That night I'etronius dies by his own hand to avoid the ignomin ious death planned for him by Augustus. Aristarchus, grown to manhood, becomes disgusted with the materialism and vapid luxury of Rome, and is, moreover, involved in a quarrel witn Tiberius during one of the latter * drunken orgies. He Hies Rome, and turns Eastward in his course. There he learns of the strange fame of the "N»za rene," whom be forwith desires to see. His wish is granted by a sight of Jesus as he is being led to execution. The effect upon the Roman is intense; its revolutionizes his ■whole life. The horoine, Bethsaida, who gives name to the story, ts a maiden of humble birth, but of strange character and commanding beau j ty. Her father has trained her to be a danc t ing pirl at the court of Pilate. She, too, fees I Christ as he is being led to death, and the j effect wrought causes her to plan a flight j from the influence of Pilate and his court. | Chance brings about a meeting between her and Aristarchus, and their mutual expe riences in the encounter with Christ form a I bond between the strangely assorted pair, | whose training and environment had teen so foreign to one another. The alternate bursts of tyranny and kindli ness that distinguish Pilate, whose love for his wife, Claudia, despite his infidelity to her, is his one saving trait, make an engag • ing study. Claudia herself will, doubtless, ; appeal to many readers as the most loveable i character in the book. 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