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ROMANCE
Black Hawk was leading his red warriors in a great uprising. A wave offierce excitement swept the frontier. There was stern work now for mento do and women must wait alone.
The regiment marched to the front. The Colonel as a man was freezinglyformal with the Lieutenant. As an officer, he knew his worth and reliedon it in every emergency. The State of Illinois had raised two companiesof raw recruits to join in subduing the Indians. The Colonel sent hismost efficient subordinate to swear in the new soldiers. On the morningof the muster, there appeared before the tall Lieutenant, a man fullthree inches taller, and famous in his county as the gawkiest,slab-sidest, homeliest, best-natured fellow in the State. He was dressedin a suit of blue jeans.
In slow, pleasing drawl, he announced:
"I am the Captain, of this company--"
And he waved his long arm toward the crowd of his countrymen on theright.
Lieutenant Jefferson Davis promptly administered to Abraham Lincoln hisfirst oath to support the Constitution and laws of the United States.
Two men destined to immortal fame had met and passed with scarcely aglance at each other. The young army officer was too much of a gentlemanto mark the ill-fitting blue jeans of the awkward captain of militia.Great events, after all, make men great. Only the eye of God couldforesee the coming tragedy in which these two would play their mightyroles.
At the end of the brief struggle on the frontier, Black Hawk's peoplewere scattered to the four winds and the brave old warrior, with ahandful of his men, sought Colonel Taylor's command to surrender.
Again, the Colonel sent his most accomplished officer, the Lieutenantwhom he had forbidden to enter his house,--to treat with the fallenChief.
The Lieutenant received with kindly words the broken-hearted warrior,his two sons and sixty braves, and conducted them at once as prisonersof war to the barracks at St. Louis.
The cholera was raging at Rock Island, and on the boat two of the Indianprisoners were seized with the fatal disease. The Lieutenant, at therisk of his life, personally ministered to their needs. The two strickenmen made known to the commander in broken words and signs that they hadsworn an oath of eternal friendship. In pleading tones the strongersaid:
"We beg the good Chief to put us ashore that hand in hand we may go tothe happy hunting grounds together."
Near the first little settlement their prayer was granted.
The young officer turned to his boat with a sigh as he saw the redwarriors slip their arms about each other and slowly sink to the groundto die alone and unattended.
Old Black Hawk sat in silent, stolid indifference to his fate until thecurious settlers began to crowd on the boat and stare at his misery.
The Lieutenant interfered with sharp decision.
"Push those men back, Corporal!" he ordered angrily.
The crowd was roughly pushed back and the Lieutenant took Black Hawkkindly by the arm and led him into a reserved apartment where he wasfree from vulgar eyes.
The old man's lips tightened. He gazed at the officer steadily and spokein measured tones:
"The young war Chief treats me with much kindness. He is good and brave.He puts himself in my place and sees all that I suffer. With him I ammuch pleased."
The Lieutenant bowed and left him under the protection of the guard.Courtesy to a fallen foe in the old days was the first obligation of anofficer and a gentleman.
In the autumn, Colonel Taylor again sent his Lieutenant on a distantduty--this time one of peculiar danger. He was ordered to Louisville andLexington on recruiting service. And the cholera was known to beepidemic but a few miles from Lexington.
The good-by scene that night at the lovers' trysting place, the littletent reception-room of the McCreas', was long and tender and solemn.
"Oh, I feel dreadful about this trip, dear," his sweetheart keptrepeating with pitiful despair that refused to be comforted.
"You must be brave, my own," he answered with a frown. "A soldier'sbusiness is to die. I am a soldier. I go where duty calls--"
"To battle--yes--but this black pestilence that comes in the night--I'mafraid--I just can't help it--I'm afraid. I've always had a horror ofsuch things. I've a presentiment that you'll die that way--"
"Presentiments and dreams go by opposites. I'll live to a ripe oldage--"
She looked up into his face with a tender smile:
"You think so?"
"Yes, why not?"
"Well--I've something to tell you--"
She paused and the man bent low.
"What?"
"I've made a vow to God--" the voice stopped with a sob--"that if Hewill only send you safely back to me this time--I'll wait no longer onmy father's whim--I am yours--"
The lover clasped her trembling form to his heart.
"Good-by, dearest," he said at last. "I wish to go with that promiseringing in my soul."
Ten days after he reached Lexington, the cholera broke out, and hundredsfled. He stood by his men, watched their diet, nursed the sick, andburied the dead. He helped the carpenter make the coffins and reverentlybore the victims to their graves. No fear was in his soul. Love waschanting the anthem of Life.
A strange new light was burning in the eyes of the woman he loved on theday he returned in safety.
She seized his hand and spoke with decision:
"Come with me."
Her father was standing at the gate. She faced him, holding defiantlythe hand of her lover.
The old man saw and understood. His jaw was set with sullendetermination and his face hardened.
"We have waited two long years," she began softly. "We have been patientand hopeful, but you have given no sign. My lover's character is beyondreproach, and I am proud of him. I am sorry to cross you, Father, butI've made up my mind, I am going to marry him now."
The Colonel turned in silence and slowly walked into the house.
Captain McCrea engaged a stateroom for her on the boat for Louisville.The lovers planned to meet at her aunt's, the Colonel's oldest sister.The tearful good-bys had been said to Mother and sisters and brother.
The Colonel had not spoken, but he had business on the boat before shecast her lines from the shore.
The daughter drew him into her stateroom and slipped her arms around hisneck. Few words were spoken and they were broken.
"Please, Father--please?--I love you--please--"
"No."
"I'm no longer a child. I'm a woman. You're a real man and you know Icould have no respect for myself if I should yield my life's happinessto a whim--"
The old Colonel stroked her shoulder:
"I understand. You're a chip off the old block. You're just as stubbornas I am. And--I--won't--eat--my--words."
With firm hand, he drew away and hurried from the boat.
The Taylor clan of Kentucky gathered for the wedding in force. Theromance appealed to their fancy. They loved their high-spirited,self-poised little kinswoman and they liked the tall, modest, youngofficer she had chosen for her husband. The stern old Colonel was notthere, but his brother and his three sisters and all their tribe mademerry at the wedding feast.
On the deck of the lazy river steamer, the bride and groom slowlydrifted down the moonlit shimmering way to the fields of Mississippi.
The bride nestled close to her lover's side in the long sweet silencestoo deep for words.
He took her hand in his at last, and said tenderly:
"I've something very important to tell you now, my dear--"
"I'm not afraid--"
"You trust me implicitly?"
"Perfectly--"
"You have given up all for me," he went on evenly, "I'll show yourfather what I can do for you--"
"You love me--it's enough."
"No. I have resigned my commission in the army. I have given up mycareer. We'll live only for each other now and build our nest in the farsunny South beyond the frost line."
A little smothered cry was her answ
er. And then her head slowly sankwith a sob on his breast.