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“call her; for Kathleen -_— - —then supposing that maiden modvsty kept her within, he entered the wigwam just as Hon Yost and Niscayuna ved, both almost breathless; for it were a fast runner who could keep up with the love-pace of the War-Eagle as he neared the nest where he had left his flower. - Dyagetto and Niscayuna exchanged one look of rh, pir and then seemed no more to see or know other. In a moment, Thayendanegea rea \wonder upon his face, but as yet no other ex- } ‘ression. ‘“Where is my White Dove? Where is the \iily of my heart? Does she hide from Thayen- danegea, that she may tease him?” No reply was made but by looks, He saw ‘hat something was wrong, and his face changed like the sun when a cloud sweeps across it. ““ Where is the Lily?’ he thundered. The warriors trembled, but not one of them ‘lared be the first to But Dyagetto, ina rarcastic tone, said: “A bird told me that while your warrio lept, she stole away to find a pale-fa ,over.” “Woman, you lie! The bird that threatened to tear my dove to pieces is the only bird you know! here is my dove? Speak!” thundered Thayendanegea; and with every vein swelling os if it would burst, his form distending as if he was about to spring upon her, he awaited her answer. “* Ask eat left her with them/” she said, and pointed to the guard. For an instant, mastering his passion with a mighty effort, the chief turned to them, and asked an explanation of the manner of her dis- ia: pn e one whom he had placed as captain over nll the rest now told Thayendanegea all about it: how they had loved and reverenced her— how she waited the return of the War-Eagle —and pointed to her work to show what had been her thoughts and pi gage in his ab- sence. He then said that on the night before, she had gone singing into her wigwam, as was her wont—that the guard was placed as usual; but a strange drowsiness came over them—they slept without the power to avoid it, and when Galmly, bo eppearancs Thayendaneges heard y, to ap nce, yendanegea all this; but when the warrior had finished, it could be seen that the most fearful storm of his terrible nature was rising, and woe to the one on whorn its lightnings fell! inning: bad been weneriag from Dyagetso $0 f; ; wandering from Dyage Niscayuna, touched Thayendanegea upon the urm and said: ** One pind tells me sometings, too, Mister Var- Kagle. me mit me. Hon Yost tream dat he linds your Lily!” Thayendanégea looked at Hon Yost a moment, as if he would read him through; then said: “ Twill go!” Hon Yost led the way, at once, to a path which wound along a ravine down to the small lavel u the bank of the foaming river. He was followed closely by Thayendanegea; next hy the warriors: and last of all came Dyagetto and Niscayuna. . Without a moment’s hesitation or faltering, Hon Yost led the way tothe same ravine where, in times long back, we traced the wicked Aro- chyadecka; and paused not until he reached the very spot where, for years the noble Ogahtee had suffered. aside the small stone in the mouth of the cave, he said: d, Var-Eagle. I dinks you find her here!” ‘‘ In this cave?” asked be rrp ee He needed no other call. voice had been heard, for a clear, sweet cry came up from the With acry of mixed anger and delight, Thay- endanegea would have tried to force his way through the narrow aperture; but Hon Yost r him and only said: ; “ Come mit me—come mit me, Var-Eagle!’ He then leaped around the angle of the rock to a spot where only two could stand. From a ov’ placed where no one would see it but one who knew it was there, he drew a tout lever of wood. He inserted this behind, or in the crevice of what appeared to be an im mense With but very little effort, it yielded to the gehen and opening, showed that it was but a door to the cavern, but so con- structed that it could not be opened from the insid ‘. Var-Eagle,” said Hon Yost, “Call your pird, proudly; for he had now won a victory to vreater than that at hag ya a i, No n even now ayendane 7 had seen ‘the jight—had reco his form; and now, with a delirious shriek of pleasure—of joy unutterable b words —she sprung from the gloom into his ou tched arms. And then the warrior, to whom death was but a playmate—whose heart was supposed to be harder, a thousand times, than the flint in his gun—knelt down, and while he kissed her again Thayendanegrea, the Scourge, and again, wept like a A. child—wept and sobbed until she tried to gee is tears with her many kisses, and almost chidingly asked if he was not glad to see her. “Oh, so glad—so glad—my heart will break out from my breast!—it is too big!—let the water run from it!” he said, in tones so low and soft you could not have believed that they came from a warrior’s tongue. In a little while he was more calm, and hold- ing her in his arms, followed Hon Yost, who— with a delicacy which men accredited of sense might not have exhibited—had gone on, and rmitted that noble burst of feeling in a brave eart to fo unwitnessed. When Thayendanegea appeared to his delight- young queen in hi ed warriors with their lov ) 8 arms, they rent the air with their shouts of poy and led the way out to the river bank, where the glad sun was shining—making the river and the wild foaming cataract look like a mixed fond Seti, kid ‘assy iiikc tat ihicrabeed yage an iscayuna ared ; but, in the general Joy, no one seemed actin or think of that. Once BPD the firm shore, Thayendanegea released his precious burden from his arins, atid putting her down, stood and looked at her, in her beautiful forest garb, and in the renewed loveliness which love and hope had given her, with the same intense admuir- ation which some soul enwrapped artist be- stows upon a work just finished—which, for him, has been the toil, the study, the sole idea for years upon years, And then, all heedless of the presence of his warriors, he caught her up to his breast, and kissed her again and again, until, in a wh , she reminded him that they were not alone, while she blushed a treble beauty at the thought. “True, my own one!” he said, gently. en, turning to his warriors, he bade them go up to the wigwam and pre a feast, while he and ans he ite Dove walked by the water-side and All obedient, and now doubly swift for the happiness which they felt, they hurried to do so, while Thayendanegea, as he became more calm, clasping the hand of his loved Kathleen, walked up along the brink of the foaming tor- rent, and “ih to so still his emotions that he could ask her how she was placed in the cave, for he feared his own anger, and wished to mas- ter it while he could, Reaching a ah ‘kee above the cataract, that where first he nded with her, he sat down upon a log close by the fringe of bushes at the foot of the cliff, and directly beneath that lofty look-out, where she had stood so many patient ye watching for him, and placed her by his e. Now more calm, he asked her the ons which he wished. And she told him a long tale of the ill-treatment which she had received be- fore he placed a to her, and then how Dyagetto had in vain tried to get the guard to destroy her; and how, at last, after she had retired to her rest, me Seer bri cave, and heard the taunting voice agetto cry: “ My son shall never wed a pale-face! You shall die ig Aw cry was heard from the crest of the litt at this (astants but, oh God of Heaven! it was all too late to save; for, as yendane- started at the sound, his mother, leapin Fike a tigress from the covert close behind, sprung upon poor Kathleen, seized her in her arms, and at a single bound was buried in the rushing waters! For a moment paralyzed, Thayendanegea stood, and then would have lea after those who were now buried far amid the rocks below, had not Niscayuna caught and held him back, or tried to do so, for the chief struggled terribly. In the struggle he would have succeeded, not some of the war- riors from above, who had uttered the warning cry, reached them just as both were on the water’s brink, and drew them back. And now the ents, rent from the bosom of Nisca disclosed the fact that a woman stood em! ast faint from exertion and ex- claret g one moment, and uttered the name: “Tonal” With bended head, and blushes darkening her face, she drew the rent garments over her bosom, and threw herself weeping and terrified at his feet; for in his looks she read that he had in a moment divined her agency in this matter and her motive for putting on male attire, and following him. With olded arms he stood and grew calm, fearfully calm; for there is a calm of determin- ation which is fearful! His warriors stood by in silence. They looked upon him,and did not to FOeer The ay was too full of sus- pense—it was ema g At last she rose and looked at Hfim—oh! so heart -brokenly! ; fs gee her you have torn from my bosom!” he sternly, One look at hee heavy sigh which told that her heart had burst—and she pee The dark waters closed over her, the white waters received her, and her spirit fled after those which had gone before! 27 SS The Mohawk braves trembled and breathed quick breaths; but Thayendanegea, without » quiver on his lip, like a moving statue of bronze plas and said, in a tone hoarse and deep, but ‘ BACK TO THE WAR-PATH!” THE END. _ CHEAPER THAN THE CHEAPEST AND BETTER THAN THE BEST!) A Dollar Book for a Half-Dime! 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