Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 October 1879 — An Arkansas Romance. [ARTICLE]

An Arkansas Romance.

Little Rock Gazette. About twenty miles from Waldron there lives au old man named Wayne. Aside from a hale, old style wife, there belongs to the family a beautiful girl named Lulu. A few months ago, while the old man and lady were away from bome a young Indian named Warn bo called at the bouse aud asked for a drink of water. Lulu invited him into the house, Where be remained in conversation some time after he had received the aqueous fluid. The Indian had been well educated, and his handsome face and manly form immediately awakened within Lulu’s bosom a sentimental interest, wnile Warn bo was pierced, as though by an arrow of his aneient fathers, with a thrill of love. He pressed the maiden’s hand when he left, and said that he would return. True to his promise, he returned on the following Suuday. The old lady and gentleman had gone to church. Another conversation ensued, aud when the Indian left he pressed the maiden’s hand with even more ardor than had characterized his first visit. This time he-did not leave without remarking that he would return. A week elapsed before the girl saw him again. This time the old people were at home, and though the girl had not spoken to her pareuts in regard to the Indian, suspicion was immediately awakened. However, the Indian and the girl spoke to each other sentimentally ; so much so that an engagement of marriage was the result, the young Indian promising to come after the girl on the following night. The girl knew her father would be bitterly opposed to the union, and warned her lover. Next night, while the moon was shining, while the foliage was waving, the feet of the Indian brushed the dew from the grass. On his shoulder he bore a light ladder. Placing the ladder on the ground, he ascended to a window and peered into a room. In another instant he was tumbling to the ground. The old gentleman had discovered the plot, and arming himself with a club, stood at the window. The Indian was not very badly hurt and he had not much more than gained his feet when the girl rushed from a down stairs room and joined him. Then the two began a flight through the woods, arnoug the brushes, over the rocks. Afraid to shoot, the old man ran as rapidly as his long used legs would allow him. In attempting to climb a ledge of rocks the young lady’s dress caught and held her fasjb. In trembling haste the lover tried to disengage her, but the old gentleman was upon them. “If you love me, leave!” said the Kiri, The Indian dashed away, and in another moment the girl’a father stood beside her. She was marched back home. She is still there, but the young Indian, by no means slow, may make an outbreak atmiy moment.