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a — THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 57. ie a Sbawano warrior. that it lightered her cares, and led ber to hope that in any extremity she would not be without the countenance of one able to afford protection. ae Accompanied by Wabethe, she was accustomed to wan- _. @erby the margin of the stream which skirted the plain of _ _ Chilicothe; and while gazing on the placid waters, to in- _ her uncle, so soon following that of her mother, rendered - her reflections at times b'tter in the extreme; and linked as her fate had been with that of Fenton, it was natural that . he should often recur to her mind. That. she would haye loved him in any circumstances. it would be rash to assert ; yet it would have been difficult for any one, situated] as she had been, to resist the claims which he offered to her esteem. _ he occurrevce of his image, day after day, fixed deeply - the many evidences of his regard for ber, and perhaps the absence of any clear idea of a tenderer relation with him _ than that of friendship, opened her heart more fully to the influence oj his looks and words. His recapture sbe could Bot avoid attributing to his desire for her own safety. One bright afternoon she had extended her walk beyond its usual limit, and, invited by the beauty of the scenery, had thrown herself upon a grassy mound at the foot of an «aged oak, where a continuation of the rising ground back _ f the town curved toward the stream, and a wooded slope formed a sort of boundary to the plain. Wabethe was vear at hand, aod at the distance of some rods was a little knot . of Shawano girls, who made the neighborhood musical with their laughing voices. Marie was watching the rays of sun- = when a gentle rustling at the side of the mound next the 3 fall length, in the thick grass, lay what seemed the figure sof aft Indian ; but, fortunately, the name, ‘ Butler," pro- _ nounced in a whisper, caught her ear before the su lien =a - features of the Ranger were instantly recognized by her, t dulgein melancholy musings on her situation. The loss of. light as they faded upon the foliage of the opposite shore, - : ae wood caused her to turn her head toward that quarter. At. Ee - appearance had occasioned any outcry, The well-known | n spite muoghe ¢ disguise, A glance toward ae