Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 December 1893 — Page 11

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SHOD WITH SILENCE.

A Tale of the Frontier.

By EDWARD S. ELLIS, U THOn OF "THB LOO CABIN MXRIB3." "DSEBfOOT SBRIES, "FROM TUB THROTTLS TO vau misbipkst's ouAia," "irntiks wauj op thb united statss." arc. eto.

n the Kalten Tree. It can be readily understood that It was a gratifying change for George Ashbridge when he left the side of Kenton and stole along the bottom of the slope to the spot where hl3 mother, sister, Mrs. Altman and Agnes had been left, while the men undertook to bring the Shawanoes in the cabin to term?. The scout showed his thoughtfulness In selecting the hiding place, as it may be called, for the females of the party. It was among the trees, where there was little undergrowth, so near the river that all could look out on its calm surface, besides watching the flatbrat only a short distance way. The vegetation protected them from the sun, which shone with all the fervor of the preceding day, and they were beyond reach of the sharpest eyed warrior within the cabin that is. so long as he did not come out of the building to look at them. A fallen tree afforded a seat for the most of the party. Little Mabel, however, was so tired of her constrained position that she was playing and flitting back and forth, sometimes gathering a wild flower which gleamed here and there near the margin of the river, then arranging twigs and bits of wood and leaves. Into a semblance of dolls and playhouses, the likeness being beyond the power of any other eye to detect. Her parent kept watch of her. that she should not pass beyond her vieion. Agnes had made an Inviting seat of branches and green leaves on the grround upon which she forced her wearied mother to seat herself with her back supported by the fallen tree. As young Ashbridge approached he saw Mrs. Altman leaning against the trunk with her eyes closed in gentle 6le?p. Agnes sat on the log near her as if to watch her beloved parent during slumber. Mabel ceased her play when her brother came In sight and the laces of all brightened at the approach of the handsome, sturdy young man. Leaning his gun against a tree he caupht Mabel in his arms and kissed her with much affection. 'Bless your heart." he said, as he set her down again; "we have had so many things to bother us that-1 haven't had much time to give to you. You seem happy And pleased, Mabel, dear." "I am." was her cheery reply, looking laughingly up in the fac of her brother; "this is a good deal nicer than being on the boat where you haven't any chance for fun at all; when are we going into our new house?" "Some time today, I hope," replied the youth, seating himself on the tree, after embracing his mother; "but you musn't stray off into the woods, for there are bad Indians waiting to catch such nice little girls as you are." "I will keep in sight of mama, for she told me to." was the dutiful reply of the child, who henceforth (rave all her attention to amusing herself. The position of the youth on the fallen tree was between hs mother and Alice Altman. who reached up her hand and returned the warm pressure after he had saluted his mother and turned to seat himself. "Maria and I talked the matter over before she went to sleep," remarked the parent, referring to Mrs. Altman, "and we agreed that of all ptranpre positions In which we have been placed since leaving home this is the strangest." "There can be no doubt of that; I wonder," added the son with a smile, "whether any family settling in the "West had to drive the Indians out of their house before polns in themselves. I never heard of anything of the kind." "And yet It might have happened for all that." remarked Apnes, "for In what way could we learn a hundredth part of the things that occur every day?" "In no way at all, but In all cases of which I have heard it was the Indians that wer on the outside trying to feet at the people within." "Mr. Kenton must have hope of driving out the Shawanoes," continued the mother, "but I am afraid we made a sad mistake In not stopping for a time at the block house, as we were urped to do. until the Indians became quiet." "Kenton has made the same remark to me." "I overheard enough said by him to understand that The Panther whom he went out in the woods to fight ran away. Now won't he be likely to hurry off and bring a good many warriors back to attack us?" The youth looked admlringrly into the bright face of Agnes at his side, as she turned toward him with the question. "You have stated the whole thing Just as it stands, Agnes; Kenton has explained it to me. He hopes to drive out the Indians before The Panther can return with his warriors. And remember we are not really sure he intends to do that. When we get in there with our furniture and provisions we shall be strong enough to hold it against the biggest party of Shawanoes that can be brought against us." "But they may besiege the cabin," suggested the mother. "What of it?" coolly asked Oeorse. "What will you do for water, which cannot last long?" "Drink all we want; father and I talked the thing over when we were putting up the house. We concluded that It Is a pood deal worse to suffer from thirst than from hunger, and we made sure we never could do that. You remember the corner on the right and at the rear, as you look at the cabin from the river? Well, in that corner 1 a well, which , father and I dug. We had to go down only about a dozen feft when we struck water plenty of it." "It must connect with the river," said Agnes. "No doubt of that, so the well won't run dry until the Ohio gives out, and when that takes place the 'varmints,' as Kenton calls them, will f.lve out, too. There is plenty of flour and some coffee, tea, sugar and other things on the boat. Now. if we get them inside the building, what la to prevent our keeping the whole tribe of Shawanoea or Wyandots off as long aa we want to?" "That sounds feasible enough, my son, but a danger more dreadful than thirst and all others combined threatens people In the position we would be. They would burn the house and every one Inside." "I dread that more than anything." added Agns, with a shudder. "Well, IV m enouffh to make any one dread it. Father and I talked it over a Kood many times, when "we were putting up the house and tiled to fifrure on Born way" of making it proof against Are. We couldn't think of any means, but w did all we could." "What did you dor asked his mother. "In the first place, the roof la very teep. No Indian could hold on to It long enough to do anything, for the minute he began moving V.la hands he wo-uld slip off." "And why would wish to go on the roof?" asked Agnes. "They do It now and then, so as to help burn the building, but I'll own they would not be likely to do It here. Tha timber, however, are very hard.

and the burning arrows which they fire would be apt to slip loose and fall to the ground without doing damage." "That might be a partial protection, my son, but It would fall after a time." "We have a much better safeguard than that one that for a time- Is sure." Mother and Agnes looked inquiringly at the. youth between them. "The timbers are so green." he explained, "that by no possible means could a flame be induced to take hold. The cabin, as It stands just now, is adsolutely fireproof." "How long will It continue so with the

j hot summer sun beating down on the roor?" "The roof must Wcome seasoned before long, I'll admit," replied the youth, who was doing his best to combat the hard sense of his mother and Agnes, "and then in time it will become so dry that it will burn like tinder, though it must be a good while before those logs of which the sides are made can be forced into a blaze." "If they never become dry enough for that," said the mother, "it would help us not the least If the roof could be fired; that would be sufficient to burn us all to death without a chance to help ourselves." "The well Inside would serve to postIone the dreadful hour." "But only to postpone it, for Its coming would be inevitable." Just ten Mabel called to her mother to help her arrange a doll house which persist! in falling down the moment she got the framework in shape. The kind-hearted parent hurried to her assistance, kneeling down with her back toward George Ashbridge and Alice Altman. "Alice." said the youth In a low voice, moving slightly nearer to her, so near Indeed that it would have been difficult to lessen the space between them, and taking her hand, "do you think we have made a mistake?" "I do not know what to think." she replied, seemingly unconscious that her delicate fingers were imprisoned by the youth, who fondled and pressed them, "but I do think that If we knew so sad a condition of affairs were to meet us, your father and mine would have waited awhile before coming to Kentucky." "We shall know the conclusion of the matter before the day closes. No one is as wise as Kenton In the ways of the wood., and he will do what is best for us all. He cares little for himself and everything for us." "From what you have been told. I shall feel safe If we succeed in entering the hcuse without harm coming to any of us. There have been three shots fired, besides the one which came so near hitting Kenton. I have been wondering whether any help is likely to come from the blockhouse." "I have not asked Kenton about that, but the blockhouse Is so far off that it seems to me we can count on nothing from that source. Capt. Bushwtek would be plad to do what he can for us, for he has a number of brave men, but how can he suspect we are in need of help?" "He knows we have come down the river, after his warning us not to do so, and if the Indians are particularly hostile he may decide to look after us." "Do yon konw, Alice, I nave Imagined it might be the best thing that could happen If the Indians should attack us while we are all in the cabin?" "And why do you think that?" "If Kenton stays with us we shall be so strong- that we can beat off any number of assailants, I don't care how many; the nof and timbers of tie building are too green to take fire, and with the well and our stock of provisions to draw upon, we can hold them off for weeks." "And what then?" "The lesson will discourage the red men and they will leave us alone." "It may be so." replied the girl thoughtfully, "but no one of us has been hurt so far and I feel the pood fortune cannot last. If anything should befall father or mother, or you. it would kill "And I would give my life rather than have anything happen to you, Afmes, for." he added, with another gentle pressure of the Imprisoned hand, "I love you." The sweet face bent lower and the pink cheeks took on a more crimson hue. She was silent, but the heart of the youth rave a quicker, a more delicious throb when he felt the dimpled hand close Impulsively around his own. No word was spoken, but that gentle soft pressure was the lansuape of pure affection and it came from the heart. "Because you are with us, Alice." he continued. "I shall fight the harder to prevent even the cold breath of winter or the hot ray of the sun from reaching you. I would give my life to save father, mother, Mabel or you; do you doubt me?" "No, dear George, I could not if I wished to." A rustling of the undergrowth caused the two to start and look up. Mr. Altman and Jethro Juggens stood before them. At the same moment Mrs. Altman, having made the doll house "keep its legs, arose and approached the tree where the lovers sat. "My gracious!" exclaimed the amused George Ashbridge, "where did you get that thing you have on, Jethro?" "Dat's a shirt dat I took away from dat reumgade; It am mine; what you think ob it? Doesn't It fit bootlful?" "It's a flag of truce." said Mr. Altman; "signal to Kenton to come here without delay; the crisis Is at hand." r ii a it nil xxx. Conelnalon. Without waiting for further explanation from Mr. Altman. George Ashbridge signaled to Kenton, who was not far off. Hardly a minute passed before the ranger was with them. Mr. Altman related the incident of the captured shirt with which the reader is familiar. Never did any member of the party see the scout laugh so heartily as when he heard thin story. He shook from head to foot with silent mirth. Then, mastering himself, he returned and looked at the proud but wondering Jethro, with the outer garment worn as our brother Chinese wear their blouses, and laughed again. But there was a serious side to the matter. The first thing 'done by Kenton was to signal to Mr. Ashbridge to Join them. Ills wife was already awake, and the whole party were now. grouped In the woods, on the lower side of the clearing. "Glrty and the Shawanoes have made up their minds to leave if we are will lng; I don't 'spose ony one has 'bjeotlons?" "Very far from It," replied Mr. Altman, Mr.: Ashbridge nodding his head. "I doan' know dat I feels any Jisumjections." said Jethro Juggens. "perwlded It am 'ranged dat dis shirt am to stay wld me." "I'll promise you that." replied Kenton, whose partiality for the African was Increased by the knowledge that about all the execution done by the party had been - by the dusky youth. "No one shall take it from you." "Tank you," responded Jethro, lifting his straw hat and bowing, low. "I'm going forred," added Kenton, "to tell Girty that he and the rest can

leave as soon as th"y want to, and we won't hurt one of 'cm as long aa they behave themselves. It'll be well, howsumevr," he continued, glancing at the men, "to stay right here with your guns loaded and on the watch for the varmints; they're mighty tricky." Once more the ranger produced his large white handkerchief, and swinging It above his head, parsed round to the front of the cabin and advanced toward the building. The renegade was expecting him and drew the door inward, while the ranger was yet several rods . distance. Everything was arranged within the following ten minutes. Then followed a strange scene. The door was opened wide and two warriors stepped forth, bearing the unconscious form of one of their number between them. It was the body of the one who rashly looked out upon the forests from the rear window when Jethro Juggens was on duty. Then came two others, one limping painfully and leaning upon his companion whose arm had been badly wounded by Mr. Altman. They had found enough material within the cabin to bind up their hurts and d-vubtless would recover in time, if they exercised ordinary prudence. That was all ah, no; one remained the worst savage of them all, Simon Glrty, the renegade, walked at the rear as If trying to use the others as a shield against his hidden enemies, though h-j could not have known from what quarter danger threatened. This remarkable procession moved to the southward, entered the wood near the point where Jethro Juggens had been stationed, and disappeared from sight. Simon Kenton, rifle in hand, stood motionless, with his eyes fixed on the crippled party until they had vanished. Then he turned and rejoined his friends; all of whom had so far forgotten instructions as to peep through the undergrowth and watch the curiously Interesting proceedings. "Wal, friends," said the pleased scout, "the varmints are gone and the way is open." "What is the next step?" asked Mr. Ashbridge. "We'll swing the flatboat into shore and carry whatever stuff you have into the house. As soon as that Is done The Panther and the rest of 'em can come on as soon as they please." "But," suggested the bright-witted Agnes Altman. "suppose, Mr. Kenton, they come before we get everything moved into the house." "That's worth thipklng of; if the varmints arrive while we are at work they'll have us foul; instead of my helping you carry the things I'll let Jethro do my part, while I sarkylate through the woods to make sure The Panther and his friends don't arrive too promiscus like." This seemed eminently sensible, and the plan was commended by all, except, perhaps. Jethro Juggens, who could not view with favor the vast amount of work that confronted him. but he was too wne to make any protest. The knowledge that the peerless scout was keeping guard removed the haunting fear that otherwise would have hindered the work of the folks. All set to with right good will and ardor to transfer the furniture, provisions and luggage on the flatboat to the cabin. Two facts will be borne In mind. There was not a eat deal to be removed, and comparatively a large force to remove it. When Jethro Juggens, Mr. Ashbridge, Mr. Altman and George Ashbridge were loaded down comparatively little was left. Then the women and younger ones did their part, so that within less than two hours not a thing needed remained in the flatboat. The breaking apart of the craft and the use of the timbers were left to a more convenient season. And so the work was completed without molestation and without the sound of hostile shot or cryUnexpectedly to the pioneers the Interior of the building was found uninjured. This was hardly due to any good will on the part of Glrty and the Shawanoes, but, apprehending a possible conflict and siege, it was to their interest to keep everything in order. When the tables were turned, the fear of offending their conquerors restrained the hands that would have been only too willing to ravage and destroy the structure reared with so much labor and pains. Kenton advanced from the woods on the right and had started across the clearing to enter the building when he stopped abruptly, for at that moment a man emerged from the woods on the other side, and, with a familiar salutation, came toward him. This new arrival was a sturdy figure, not so tall as Kenton, but dressed like him and similarly armed. He carried his long, heavy rifle over his' shoulder, and displayed no hesitation In coming forward. A nearer approach showed the new arrival to be a number of years older than Kenton, with blue eyes as blue as his, a rather thin and long nose, a smooth-shaven face and a calm, beneficent expression. That he was accustomed to the wilderness and its perils was manifest at a. glance. "Howdy?" said the latter, extending his broad palm, which was warmly clasped by Kenton, who responded: "Never better, Boone; how is it with you?" . "The same; what's happened?" Kenton briefly related the events of the last twenty-four hours. The picture was worthy of the pencil of the artist, for, the reader need hardly be reminded that Daniel Boone and clmon Kenton are universally conceded to have been the foremost hunters, fcouLs and pioneers Identified with the early days of Ohio and Kentucky. They were close friends, and remained so through life. Companions often In peril, the heroes of innumerable hairbreadth tscapes, captives themselves to the red mn, but never losing their "grip" upon the infant West, they respected pnd admired each other's bravery nd estimable personal qualities too deeply ever to allow a shadow to come between them. But we repent what we said in the opening chapter. Simon Kenton was the superior In many respects to the elder and more famous pioneer. "I arrlv at the block house yesterday," said Boone, "a little while after this flatboat had gone past. I'd been out among the redskins and found them looking so squally that I told Capt. Bushwick these people were sartin to git Into trouble. He agreed with me and called a lot of the toys together. We decided to cross the river and come down to the clearing to find out how matters stood." "Wal, how did you find "em?" asked Kenton. "All right, as I would h.rve knowed they would be if you was with 'em, Simon." The young ranger smiled and bowed in recognition of this po.r ted compliment. "P'raps I've been a little help to 'em," he said, modestly, "but you would have done better, Dan'l." "I couldn't, for you've saved 'em all; we had a hot scrimmage with a party of Shawanoes early this morning." "Where?" "Some miles up the river; we come onto 'em near the spring where you told me you had the row with The Panther last night." "How many wer ther?' asked the deeply interested Kenton. "'Bout twenty, more or less; we cleaned 'em out," added Boone, with a flash of the eye; "scattered 'era right and left." "Which way was they coming?" "Toward this point, but there's nothing to be feared from 'em now." Simon Kenton was vastly relieved. This must have been the war party that The Panther had set out to find and bring to the clearing. By providential direction Boone and his companions had come upon them ahead of their chief and substantially exterminated them. The fangs of The Panther had been drawn; nothing was to be feared from him for a time at least. "Didn't see anything of that varmint they call Wa-on-mon, The Panther, I s'pose?" "No. If he seed us he kept out of the way." "I'm rather glad of that, for him and ma haa got to meet yet and close uo

this account atween ; us. . "Where's the j

boys?" "In camp, 'bout a mile up the river." "I didn't hear anything of you, firing last night." resumed Kenton, "but the woods are so thick you can't hear" a thing like that very fur. Now tht question is. whether these folks had better stay where they are or go back to the blockhouse and wait awhile. What do you think, Dan'l?" "Let me take a look at 'em and at the Inside of their house." The two walked to the entrance of the cabin and entered. Boone had been noticed by our friends, and when he was introduced was made most welcome. He talked with them a long time, meanwhile carefully studying their means of defense. He was especially well pleased with the well that had been dug in the corner. He finaUj- pronounced the little dwelling the best prepared for successful resistance to attack or a siege that he had ever seen. "If I had my family here," he finally said, "even though the Injins were on the warpath all around us, I would stick." That settled the matter. The Ashbrldges and Altmans decided to remain and take their chances against the hostility of the red men. who, from signs noted by Kenton, Boone and other rangers, had unquestionably begun active hostilities. And this decision having been reached we bid g-oodby for the present to the pioneers, who at last were established In their new home in the western wilderness. Whether they were wise or unwise in making and following this decision sha'l be made known to the reader at an early day. (The End.) BEXEATII THE LILAC DtSII. Reralllns a Romance of Life In New Cmstle. NEW CASTLE. Dec. 9. Special. A lilac bush in the rear of an old-styled house at New Castle recalls to mind a sweet little romance that occurred in that quiet little . city some few years ago. The story told to The Sentinel correspondent Is proven to be true and is quite a pretty one. Some time in 1S72 a family named Dun moved from Kentucky. -Their only child was a daughter, whose name was Nellie Hazel Nellie Hazel Dun. A very pretty name Indeed for one so poor and unaccomplished as Nellie. Still she was what might be termed a living beauty, and anyone who had ever visited the Blue Grass regions could plainly see that poor Nellie Hazel Dun had not lost any of the charms which Kentucky women always possess.' She was rather tall, dark, wavy haJr, and eyes of a beautiful dark blue. Her teeth resembled little pearls as they were displayed from behind two ruby Hps. But while she had few accomplishments her beauty won her many friends in New Castle. Her father, Steven Dun, was a carpenter by trade, and business, since he moved to this town, had been on a boom. In fact only a few years had passed until they had purchased their new home and long before this Nellie had been admitted into society. She was a close observer of other teople's ways and soon became accustomed to the Hoosier styles and seemed as graceful as most any of her companions. She had also displayed a great deal of talent for music and took the leading part in all the principal social events of the town, in fact, all her time was devoted to music, and, although only nineteen years of age, she had gained quite a good deal of prominence. She was always anxious to secure some new song and most generally had them. When Charles A. Gardner's new song "That Little Bunch of Lilacs" was published. Nellie was the first in New Castle to get" It. She soon mastered the piece and sang it for the first 'time at a hifth school entertainme.it. The consequence was she captivated the entire audience and stole the heart of a wealthy young man from Boston. The young man was on a southern journey and just happened to stop off at New Castle for the night. His name was Orvill Harris and he was counted In Boston as being out of the "Pour Hundred." He had attended many such entertainments and saw scores oX beautiful women, but never in his life did he see one so beautiful or hear so sweet and gentle a voice as Nellie possessed, and as the sweet words of the sonpr died away they still rang in his ears and seemed to build a new born fear in his heart. He retired Immediately after the entertainment, but could not sleep. All the time that sweet voice rang In his ears and her beautiful, face and form was forever in view. Forever would he hear those words: This little bunch of lilacs 1 will pluck for you. Tell me If you love me, If your heart be true; Give to me a promise, surely you'll do this. Sweetheart. If you love me, answer with a kiss. All day long they were singing in his ears. Orvill Harris never in his life before felt so near to any one person as he did toward Nellie. He walked up and down the streets the bext day in hopes of catching a glimpse of her, but alas! nil his looking was in vain and late in the afternoon he returned to the hotel to take the next train out of he city. Spring was here now and with it came Orvill Harris. He stopped at the same hotel, but the whole place was gorgeously illuminated. Orvill asked , what the matter was upon seeing the place in such an unusual uproar. He was Informed that the young people were giving a ball and that all guests of the hotel were welcome. He was ushered into the hall and face to face he came with Nellie. His heart leaped to his mouth, but of course he controlled himself and acknowledged her acquaintance with the greatest of pleasure. She conversed a short while and then started out. waltzing to the sweet strains of "Bunch of Lilacs." How that piece recalled those days just past. Kach 'chord stirred Orvill Harris's soul the more. Time soon flew away and the last dance had arrived. He escorted Miss Dun to her home and asked to entertain her on the morrow evening. She gave him her consent. He called the next evening, and soon learned that he had gained a spot in Nellie's heart. He asked for further engagements, but Nellie had to refuse them on account of the illness of her mother. But he Insisted so hard that Nellie finally consisted to let him cnll as long: as he was In New Castle. Only one more week had passed and they still were meeting each other In the flower garden, where they could sit and tell their tales of love on a rustic seat underneath the branches of the "lilac bush." Orvill pressed his suit and soon they had arrangements for a secret marriage. A Justice of the peace was called and underneath the "lilac bush," in the soft rays of the May moon, they were made man and wife. Orylll left for his'' business in Boston to return In September and take his own, sweet little wife back with him. But while he was absent Nellie's mother died. Her father was getting rather old and now that his home seemed broken up by the death of his wife he concluded to move back to Kentucky where they all once lived so happy. But Ne.lie at last told him of her secret marriage and Insisted upon him living with Orvill and herself In Boston. Yes, he would go; and then Nellie ' wrote to Orvill. He came and took them both home. And now somewhere in the busy streets of Boston live Mr. and Mrs. Harris. Although poor old man Dun Is dead their home Is made happy by a sweet goldenhaired little tot who can just sing Little bunch of lilacs I have plucked for you. Tell me If you love me If your heart Is true. Give to me a promise; Surely you'll do this. Sweetheart. If you love me, Answer with a kls. JBILL SMITH."

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