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Page 65
"And dis you handsome squaw," remarked the Indian, a
moment or two after having tossed off the wine, which
quickly circulated through his veins. "Dis you wife!"
he repeated, throwing his expressive eyes upon Miss
Heywood, while a rich glow lighted up his dark, but
finely formed features.
"Hush!" said Ronayne, making a sign to intimate that he
was not to indulge in such observations.
But even the small quantity of wine he had taken was
acting potently on the fast animating Indian. "Dis no
you squaw--dis Waunangee squaw," he said, with strong
excitement of manner. "Waunangee, see him beautiful,
Waunangee got warm heart--love him very much!"
"Tolerably well for a modest youth!" exclaimed the laughing
Mrs. Elmsley. "Who would have thought that one with
those soft black eyes, more fitted for a woman than a
man, would hazard so glowing a speech, after an acquaintance
of barely five minutes?"
"Who says Chicago doesn't abound in adventure?" sneered
Von Vottenberg, as he arose and passed into the apartment
of his patient. "I shall certainly write a book about
this when I get back into the civilized world, and entitle
it 'The Loves of the Handsome Waunangee, and the Beautiful
American.'"
"You had better write 'The Loves of the Fat Von Vottenberg,
and his Mistress, Whisky Punch,'" remarked Ronayne,
peevishly, for in spite of himself, he felt annoyed at
an observation, which he thought delicacy might have
spared. "Come, Waunangee, my good friend, we must go."
But the young Indian was not so easily led. "Waunangee
have him first dis nice squaw," he said, with all that
show of dogged obstinacy which so usually distinguishes
his race, when under the influence of liquor, and bent
upon the attainment of a particular object.
"Hear me, Waunangee," replied the other, placing his hand
upon his shoulder, and now, that Mrs. Elmsley only was
present with his affianced, feeling less scruple in
explaining to the young savage--"that is my squaw--my
wife."
"Why you no tell him so?" asked the youth, gravely, and
with an air of reproach, while, at the same time, he
fixed his soft and melancholy eyes upon Miss Heywood.
"Waunangee love officer's squaw--but Waunangee good heart.
Shake him hand, my friend," he continued, walking up to
her, and tendering his own, while, singular as it seemed
to all, a tear dimmed his eye, and stole down his cheek.
"'Spose no Waunangee wife--you Waunangee's friend?"
The generous but trembling girl, shook cordially the hand
that rested in her own, and assured the youth, in a way
easily intelligible to him, that, as the friend of her
husband, and she blushed deeply, as the moment afterwards
she became sensible she had used a word, she could not
but feel to be premature, she would always regard him
with friendship and esteem.
"What a nice little scene we might get up out of this
morning's adventure," said the ever gay Mrs. Elmsley, as
Waunangee, after having shaken hands with herself, departed
with Ronayne. "Really, my dear, he is a fine looking,
and certainly a warm-hearted fellow, that Wau--Wan--what's
his name, Maria?"
"Waunangee. I know not how it is, Margaret, or why--I
should attach so much importance to the thing, but if
ever those glimpses of the future, called presentiments,
had foundation in truth, that young Indian is destined
to exercise some sort of influence over my fate."
"You do not mean that he is to supplant Ronayne, I hope,"
returned her friend, trying to laugh her oat of the
serious mood, in which she seemed so much inclined to
indulge.
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