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Thayendanegea, the Scourge. “ Faith, if he keeps on as he’s begun, he’ll learn, like Dick Turpin, to dance on nothin’ in the end, with a bit o’ twisted flax knotted under his ear! One thing is sure, he'll never die like a Christian, in his bed, or, like a dacent man, on the field of honor!” “Maybe he'll challenge you in the morn- ing,” said John, with a laugh. 1 Divil the bit will he. There's no such ‘good luck in store for Pat Daly as to make him die a gintale death, with a bit o’ lead snug laid in the right spot. But if he can hire a red nager—I beg your pardon, Master Thayendanegea, it’s not the likes o’ you I mane, 80 you needn’t look so black at me—if, I say, he can hire some one to stick a knife into me in the night-time, why he’ll be vit the one to get that sort o’ satisfaction. But I'll be as like a potato as if I was one—bless- ed be the esculent forever, for it’s the Para- dise-apple of my country—eyes all over and none of 'em aslape!” ‘Hardly would he dare that!” said John, “The divil trust him for all me. The man that would have the throat of a poor baste cut to spite a poor, tender-hearted young lady, wouldn’t spare me, I’m sure !” said the doctor. While this conversation was going on, the ape oa had been busy in preparing Ipisico or removal, and he now bade the men around to take him up carefully, and carry him to the neat little hospital which Sir William had built near his mansion. CHAPTER XVI. Upon the morning after the occurrences above mentioned, Sir William sent for his nephew, ordering that he should come to him in his library. After considerable delay, the young man made his appearance, 8 very much as one would who had been caught stealing a sheep, whipping a woman, or in some other equally despicable action. “You are very tardy, nephew Guy, in obeying my summons, this morning,” said Sir William, not angrily, for he had just taken his “ morning nip,” to get up an appetite for reakfast. “ Methinks, if I’d sent Dr. Daly jufler you, he would have hurried you up a little. He is a famous hand at that! TI could but admire your agility, and his skill, last night !” ~ it shall cost him h. life!” muttered the youth, angrily. “Tut, tut, sir! no such threats in my pres- ence, or you will make me angry, and I'll coo! you down with a few weeks on bread and water, ina dungeon. Dr. Daly is a gentle- man, and had he not properly resented your base insult, last night should have deemed it my duty to punish you. He did perfectly right, sir, and your legs saved you from what you richly merited, twice as hard a fogging as he gave you. But it was not that of which I intended to speak when I sent for you. I now wish to know why you hired or Se suaded Ipisico to kill Kathleen’s pony, and to try and kill the horse that I gave to Thayen- danegea ?” as Uncle, I did not—” “Tut, tut, boy! you need not deny it! J heard you warn the Indian, as well as did the doctor. [ detest a liar, and falsehood only lesseng you in my eyes. It blackens every error to deny it. Reply to my question !” ‘You promised the horse to me, and then gave it to that upstart Indian!” replied Guy, sullenly. “IT wish that you possessed one-twentieth part of the honor, courage, and true manhood of that Indian boy! But about the horse. You never could ride him, never even at- tempted to fulfill the conditions upon which he was promised to you, until he was given away, and then, when you tried, you was off like a rotten apple shaken from a tree But why, in Heaven's name, did you make him kill poor Kathleen’s pony ?” “Because she taunted me when I was thrown, and offered me her pony and side- saddle to ride!” “ Mere girlish play, and unworthy of notice from you, who, at your age, ought to be a man.!”’ “ Besides, she is in love with this Thayen- danegea!”” said Guy. “ What is that to you? If she is, she only acknowledges the worth of a noble heart, and I am glad of it. But yesterday he saved her life at the peri! of his own. If he were to ask her hand, at a proper age, it should never | be denied to him by me. But of that no more. You have done very wrong, so wron that were it not for the memory of your dead father, I would not let you rest beneath m roof another day! As it is, you must submit to punishment which will teach you better nereafter |” Guy was startled at the thought of being ceptived of a home, for, if his uncle cast him off, he was penniless. Moreover, he loved Leonore as much as, in his selfish nature, he was capable of loving, and hoped, when he was once united to her, to be made indepen- dent by the dowry which she would receive from a fond and indulgent father Therefore, he felt that it was time for him .o lower his colors, and act humble, evenif he felt no ou mility. “Il am very sorry for what I have done, sir, and will meet the penalty without a mur. mur!” he said, in a contrite tone. “If your penitence is not assumed, I am glad to see it!” said the baronet. “ Hitherto your spending allowance bas been the same that I have given to John—five guineas a month. Half of that I shall hold back, until twenty guineas, the price of Kathleen’s pony, 18 made up.” _“ You can keep back all, sir—I have nc right to murmur, since it is your generosity alone which allows me anything !” “Not a word, sir! My judgment in this matter is imperative! For your attempted wrong to Thayendanegea, you must apologize publicly to him !” “ Unele, you surely will not make me so lower myself as to apologize to him ?” “* Lower yourself, sir, By an apology to one as much your superior as day is to night! If you, who could hire an ignorant savage to doa dastardly deed in the night, which you dared not do, can lower yourself still Airiher, I would like to know how it can be done!” cried the baronet, now thoroughly angry. “ Come, sir, not a word! There is Thayendanegea, with John and your cousins, coming in from their morning walk. Either go up to him like @ man, and say you are sorry for what ih: have done, and ask his pardon, or else eave my house forever! I will have no, one around me who can deliberately do a base wrong to another, and refuse to repair it, so far ashe cun. You hear me, sir ?” Guy knew that he could not trifle with his uncle then, and that for him all was lost, un- less he obeyed the mandate instantly. There- fore, he advaneed to the approaching party, and said ; *'Thayendanegea, I tried to have your horse killed last night! It was all my fault, not that of Ipisico. I am sorry for it—will you forgive me ?” The young brave stopped short, and looked at Guy with quiet wonder—looked at him keenly, as if he would read his motive for this most unnatural act on the part of Guy, so unlike his general character, but made no rep even as I forgive him for having my poor ony killed !” said Kathleen, and tears started rom her blue eyes. “I forgive you, for the sake of tne Pale Rose!” said Thayendanegea, with gentle di nity “ And if you will be a man now, I w be your friend !’ nd he advanced and offered Guy his hand. The latter could not refuse it, but a burn ing blush overspread his face while he took it, and he felt indeed that the Indian whom he affected to despise was his superior. The -aronet, who had closely watched the actions of both, was struck with the noble dignity of the young brave, both in his ac- tiows and his words. “God's life, but the lad is fit for a throne !” he said to himself. Ths party passed into the house now, for the byreakfast-bell was ringing, There were tears in the eyes of both Leonore and Kath- leen, as they passed along. And they were aot toars of grief. CHAPTER XVII. Moodily, with the fire of anger and of hate burning deep into his heart, Guy Johnson walked far away into the beautiful grove back of the mansion, on the morning when he made his forced apology, for he had no appe- tite for breakfast, and Rh the table as soon as he could do go, without attracting particu- lar attention, “ Topalife him, Thayendanegea, for my sake . 11 And when he had got beyond hearing of those in the house, bitter curses rose from his lips, and his angry words were not only many, but loud. He did not know that he was closely followed—followed by one whose heart ached, not only for his troubles, but also to hear such terrible language from his lips. He did not know but that he was alone, until a gentle hand was laid upon his shoul- der, and a sweet voice said : “Guy, dear Guy, do not talk so—you are surely raving, and do not mean what you say!” | ‘ I do mean every word I utter, Leonore !” said he, impatiently. ‘“ What business have you to follow me like a spy, and overhear wane say ?” 7 ‘48 ‘ “Oh! Guy, dear Guy, w 0 you 8 so tome? You will Bat ae heart pr raid the weeping girl. ‘“Women’s hearts are made of leather— there is no danger of their breaking !” Her sobs were the only reply to his unmanly words, “ Everybody hates me and wrongs me!” he continued. “Oh, no, no! I love you, and never wrong- ed you in thought, word, or deed!” she re- lied. : ar My uncle, because he has taken a liking to a heathen bear of an Indian, first robs me “ please him, and then forces me to the al- ternative of either becoming a homeless out- cast, or of bending my proud neck and knee to his upstart favorite, humbling myself to an Indian dog—for that Thayendanegea is but a dog!” | * You wrong him, Guy ; he is brave, intel- igent, and honorable! But yesterday he saved Kathleen's life, when a falling tree would have crushed her !” “Curse him and her! I wish to God that % had crushed them both |” “Oh, Guy, Guy, how cua you be so wicked ?” : “And you, too, must, take up for this grace less heathen! Perhaps you want him for e husband !”’ he cried. “ Guy, you do me a foul wrong, and such words come with an ill grace from your lips to one who has stood by you so often when she knew you were wrong, and has so often pares her father’s anger to avert it from your ead !” ‘Olear out, then, and leave me alone, if ou don’t like my words! I didn’t ask you follow me!” said he, in the most brutal . tone, , ’ ; “Guy, dear Guy, even this will I bear, for the love I feel for youl’ she cried, weeping, pita od har to put her arms around hie neck. With a bitter curse, he thrust her from him, with such force that she fell, and her head coming in contact with the sharp edge of a stone, received a terrible cut. The blood . gushed out in a large stream, for a emall ar. tery in the temple had been divided. But the oor girl was not sensible of pain—she had inted, | When he saw blood, the anger of the heart- less wretch gave way to terror. ‘My God, I have killed her!” he groaned “What shall I do! what shall I do!’ “Go get water!” said a stern voice, and the same white-haired, venerable, and feeble looking Indian, whom we have once before spoken of, as being seen in that same grove, stepped forward from amid a clomee small spruce trees, to the astonishment and increased terror of the young villain. aad “ What shall I bring it in?” asked the ter rified youth. “ That,” and the Indian touched the glazed *. on Guy's head. he latter hurried away to a brook, whose . distant murmurings could reach the ear, while the old Indian bent upon his knees, and _ raised the head of the poor girl. Her, coun- | tenance was as white as the leaf of a lily, and life seemed almost to have deserted her. | With a firm hand he held the parts of the wound closely together, then taking a scart from her neck, bound it so tightly around her temples that he checked the flow of blood. And when the water came, he washed amey the blood-stains, bathed her face, and wet her lips xy some of it. ere : With a deep sigh, she opened her eyes, and exhibited dane of ebanaing pros ya “ ness. (¢4 “ WhereamI? Oh, I remember!” she said, witha shudder. “ Guy was angry, and atruok comicbooks: —~ ee , _ . —