THE PRINCESS ANSWERS DONALD'S QUESTION
While the army of Bouquet was operating in the south and reducing to
submission the tribes of the Ohio valley, another force under command
of Colonel Bradstreet, skirted the southern shore of Lake Erie,
destroying Indian villages wherever they were found and finally reached
Fort Detroit. Thus was the long siege of that frontier post raised,
and after fifteen months of close confinement within its palisades the
weary garrison were once more free to venture forth, without the risk
of being ambushed by an ever vigilant foe. Treaties were signed with
all the chiefs of that region, save only Pontiac, who, filled with
bitter grief at the failure of the great project to which he had
devoted the energies of his life, sullenly retired to his forest
stronghold on the Maumee. From there he gave out, that if by spring he
had not raised a sufficient force to renew his struggle against the
hated redcoats, then would he visit Sir William Johnson, whom alone he
recognized as representing the English king, and sign a treaty.
So it happened that the great chief, accompanied by such a retinue as
became his rank, presented himself before the walls of Fort Oswego
early in the following June and was saluted by a salvo of artillery.
Sir William had journeyed that far to meet him, and here the treaty was
signed by which Pontiac bound himself to fight no more against the
English. After the formalities were concluded, the Ottawa chieftain
remained in that vicinity for several weeks as the guest of the
governor.
About this time the Bullens reached New York from a flying trip to
Oswego, where the paymaster had been summoned on business. Madam
Bullen, whom we have long known as Madam Rothsay, always accompanied
her husband on such journeys. She declared that both he and "Tummas,"
who had long since been reluctantly surrendered by the Indians, were so
incapable of caring for themselves in the wilderness, that her presence
was absolutely necessary to protect them from its dangers.
To this the little paymaster answered that the wilderness had no
dangers save such as could be overcome by a man of brains and
ingenuity, but that he was always glad to have Madam Bullen accompany
him on his trips, and thereby escape, for a while, the perilous cares
and anxieties of city life.
From this Oswego trip, which had to do with providing a great quantity
of presents for Pontiac and his followers, they returned to their
spacious town house on the Bowling Green in time to give a grand ball
on the eve of Edith Hester's wedding to Lieutenant James Christie.
Donald was in town, of course, and would appear in uniform for the last
time at this ball, as he had resigned from the army in order to devote
his whole attention to the great estate left by his father.
"When I rebuild Tawtry House, I shall want you and Edith to come and
live with me," he said to Christie, "for without you the loneliness
will be horrible."
"I'm afraid you'll have to bear it, old man, for I'm not inclined to
give up soldiering yet awhile, and especially so soon after promotion,"
replied the lieutenant, with a laugh. "But you can easily banish
loneliness by installing a mistress in Tawtry House. I'm sure there
are plenty of pretty girls in New York who would fill the position
charmingly."
"Perhaps there are," answered Donald, indifferently. "I must confess,
though, that I have yet to meet one of them whom I could fancy
presiding gracefully over the hospitalities of a forest castle."
In truth Donald had not enjoyed his season of New York life, and was
ever drawing unfavorable comparisons between it and his previous winter
spent so happily in a wilderness hut, amid the mighty forests of the
distant Wisconsin. He rarely alluded to those days now, but in his
heart of hearts he fondly cherished their memories.
Had the ball given by the Bullens been in honor of any person save his
own dear sister, Donald would have excused himself from attendance, so
weary was he of such festivities. As it was, he dropped in very late,
when the dancing was at its height, and stood for a while listlessly
watching the gay scene from one of the entrances to the ball-room.
Suddenly he started and leaned eagerly forward. A girl with the
bearing of a princess had just swept past him, leaning on the arm of
General Gage, commander-in-chief of His Majesty's forces in America.
She was robed in corn-colored silk and wore a string of great pearls
twined in the jetty braids of her hair. As her dress brushed Donald,
he seemed to feel the breath of the forest on his cheek.
"Who is she?" he asked of a young officer standing beside him.
"Who? Oh! The girl the general is so taken with? The belle of the
evening? The sensation of the hour? Surely you don't need to be told
who she is?"
"But I do," replied Donald, impatiently; "for I have only just come."
"Ah! Well then, she is--To tell you the truth, I don't know exactly
who she is, except that she is an Indian princess from the far west,
and some say that she is the daughter of Pontiac himself. But she was
educated in France, and all that sort of thing, you know. They say she
is worth--" Here the speaker paused, for his listener had departed.
Shortly afterwards, Donald Hester was the most envied man in the room;
for the beauty of the ball was leaning on his arm, smiling up in his
face and talking to him with all the familiarity of old
acquaintanceship.
"Lucky dog, that Hester!" remarked one dapper youth to another.
"Yes. They say she once saved him from the stake or something of the
kind, and that he has her monogram tattooed on his arm, don't you know?
Romantic, awfully."
Out on a broad veranda, from which they could see a flood of moon
silver flecking the waters of the bay, Donald was asking Ah-mo many
questions. How did she happen to be there? Where had she come from?
Why had he not known of her arrival sooner? Did she know that Edith
was to be married? Why had she left them so mysteriously and unkindly
on the Muskingum the year before?
To these the girl made answer that she had come from Oswego with her
kind friend, Madam Bullen, to be bridesmaid at the wedding of her dear
friend, Edith Hester.
"So that is Edith's mystery!" cried Donald, who had tried in vain to
find out who was to act in that capacity on the morrow.
"Possibly," assented Ah-mo, with the dear rippling laugh that had
haunted the young ensign ever since he first heard it on the far-away
Detroit. "And now, Mr. Hester, that--"
"_Mister_ Hester? It was not _Mister_ Hester on the banks of the
Wisconsin, Ah-mo."
"But that was a year and more ago. Besides, you were not in uniform,
then. Do you know I don't think I like you in a red coat, half so well
as in buckskin?"
"If it were possible I would discard it this moment," cried Donald,
"and I promise you, that after this night, I will never wear it again.
But, speaking of dress, Ah-mo, while you are beautiful beyond
description in this silken robe, I can't but think that you were still
more so in the fawn skin and fur dress that Atoka and I helped you make
in Beaver Castle."
So they talked of what had been and what was to be, and of Donald's
plans for Tawtry House, until suddenly he said:--
"And now, Ah-mo, I want to ask you the most important question of all.
Will you--I mean, can you--"
"Come in to supper," interrupted Paymaster Bullen, bustling out on the
veranda at that moment. "Who is it? You, Donald, and you, Ah-mo, my
dear girl? Why, there won't be a bite left, if you don't hurry. Never
saw such feeders in my life. 'Pon honor, I never did."
"And I didn't have a chance to ask my question," whispered Donald,
disconsolately.
"Perhaps you will have a better chance the next time we meet," replied
Ah-mo, mischievously.
On the following day came the wedding, with the genuine sensation of an
Indian princess as bridesmaid, and opinion was evenly divided as to
which was the loveliest,--she, or the bride herself.
On the day after, when Donald called at the Bullens', with his question
trembling on his lips, he was astounded and bewildered to learn that
Ah-mo had left the evening before on a swift-sailing sloop for Albany.
From there she would hasten to Oswego and rejoin her father, who only
awaited her coming to start for his distant western home.
"But, sir," said "Tummas," who in all the glory of a gorgeous new
livery, had just opened the door, "the young lady left a note for you,
hand 'ere it is."
Hastily tearing open the dainty billet thus handed him, Donald read:--
"If your question concerns the belle of a New York ball-room, it had
best remain unasked. If it is intended for a simple Indian girl, it
had best be asked among the lodges of her people."
A month later the question was asked, and answered very much to
Donald's satisfaction; while he, clad in buckskin, and Ah-mo dressed as
were the other girls of her tribe, drifted in a canoe on the placid
surface of the Detroit river. They were married in the quaint little
chapel of the fort, and, as Pontiac gave his beautiful daughter into
the arms of him, who was now become doubly his son, he said:--
"May the Great Spirit, the All-seeing Eye of the Magic Circle, who
looks alike upon his red children of the forest, and his white children
from beyond the salt waters, forever bless this union of the Totem of
the Beaver with the Totem of the Bear."
THE END.