. Through swamp and glade : a tale of the Seminole war. well-trained watch-dog, fully aware ofthe responsibility of his position. One mild and hazy afternoon early in the newyear, when the weather was of that degree of per-fection that it so often attains just before the com-ing of a Norther, Nita sat by her favorite spring,and Ko-ee browsed near at hand. All at once thepony uttered a snort, pricked up his delicate ears,and began to move uneasily toward his she glanced up from her work, she was filledwith terror at the sight of a man standing but afew paces away, and regarding her
. Through swamp and glade : a tale of the Seminole war. well-trained watch-dog, fully aware ofthe responsibility of his position. One mild and hazy afternoon early in the newyear, when the weather was of that degree of per-fection that it so often attains just before the com-ing of a Norther, Nita sat by her favorite spring,and Ko-ee browsed near at hand. All at once thepony uttered a snort, pricked up his delicate ears,and began to move uneasily toward his she glanced up from her work, she was filledwith terror at the sight of a man standing but afew paces away, and regarding her earnestly. Herfirst impulse was to fly, and her next was to flingherself into his arms; for in that instant she recog-nized the brother whom she had not seen since thatnight of cruel separation nearly four years before. Louis! she cried. Louis, my brother! Is ityou ? Are you really alive ? I thought you weredead, together with all whom I have ever knew you had escaped and joined our friends inlighting for their rights and our rights ; but they. NITA SAT BY HKR FAVORITE SPRING TOLD BY THE MAGNOLIA SPRING 277 told me you were killed, and I thought I was alonein the world. Even if I had been killed, dear, you would notbe alone, so long as Coacoochee is left; for he— Louis! How dare you? He is dead! Dead, sister! Coacoochee dead, when he butnow sent me here to find you; when but four daysago I fought by his side in the fiercest and mostsplendid battle of this war? He was wounded, tobe sure, though not seriously; but as for his beingdead, he is no more dead than you or I. Whatcould have put such a belief into your mind ? For a moment the girl stared at her brotherwith unbelieving eyes and colorless face. Is ittrue? she whispered at length. Can it be true?Tell me, Louis, that you are not saying this thingto tease me, as you used when we were me quick, brother, for I can bear the suspenseno longer. As Louis assured her that he had spoken only thetruth, and that
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