The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-06-09

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Huron. in the autumn OF 1872. Frank Ellery,
trapper, refuses to act as guide to a lieu
tenant Of the Kings infantry, desiring to re
birthday. Appealed to by Alice Tudor. a
white captive, he secures consent of Aneeo,
pie, but with the stipulation that she go
with the troops. He, then agrees to act as
guide. but the lieutenant attempting to mis-
treat the girl, he comes to her rescue Benny
is fatally wounded. but the lieutenant is cut
down by Frank: Alice is carried off by
on the trail Of the Indian family, coming up
with them when they are at the point or
starvation. Aneeb having had his leg broken
Indian sutton for ANces hand. finds them.
and again presses his suit aneeo ot refusing ing
dams In the fight all of the Indian family
are killed Alice and Frank escape the lat lat
he and Alice are at the point Of starvation ION
when they reach the fort at Detroit. He
lies at the point OF death and AGes Sfotne e
leaving for England, she Is told that Frank
is dead and is sent to Montreal under escort:
Roxbury. near Boston Boz He rides with Dickie
Ellery to Boston and takes part in the throw
Ing OF the tea chests into the harbor. He Is
alone at the bedside of Humphreys, an old
Ellery servant In his last moments: Ann.
Benjy's sister, is the only servant left The
Ellery business Of rope manufacturing is at
Dicks uncle. but the stranger is engaged as
manager and succeeds in making the business
pay in spite of the blockade Of the port. Cap
tain Tudor, in making inquiries. is told by
Dickie that his brother drowned He
sends for his sister Alice to come to Boston.
The stranger challenges Captain Sotheran
Alice arrives at Boston and visits the Ell
lery home. The Ellery factory is finally com
PEELED to close. Tine manager expresses great
ralio f and on Common seek
some one.
Chapter X-Continued.
There were Rodnan and Barbara, with Tn-
dor close at hand There stood great lum-
bering Dickie, and by his side a graceful
figure The manager halted; none of them
had seen him That Alice, looking
brightly into Dickie's face. A youthful form,
woman's eye and serious mouth-no spoiled
beauty, no sophistica ted London belle Here
there none to court or fatter; she was
at ease. She was in health, her cheeks said
that; with friends, and with such friends!
Therefore, she was happy. The manager, as
he looked upon her, felt his bosom warm.
He hesitated to speak to her. How should
he speak, what should he say? How should
he make her know him?
Tudor had been showing off his company to
Barbara, and with small success. The target,
at no great distance, little married; TIL
dor was veNed. Worce than that, lazy
countryman who had sold his produce and
wandered on the Common to see the soldiers,
leaned against tree and laughed. why,
Cap'n' was his final taunt, your men
couldn't hit a barn. let alone a house.
shouldn't care to be fishin' out there on the
Back Bay B gosh, three-quarters Of your
bullets hit the water
The men were angry and muNered. Tudor
saw that Barbara struggled with a laugh
while Rodman was studying the ground.
Well he demanded Of the countryman,
could you do well?'
AS we'll? Gosh! AS we'll? Naow, Cap n p!
If my boy Tom, that's only fifteen, couldn t
hit that target every time, at this little dis
tance I'd whop him good
Barbara turned away suddenly. Tudor
flushed. ''Corporal.'' he said sharply, bring
three muskets. Now, my man, you shall
give me proof OF your shooting.
lone gun'll do said the fellow undis-
turbed. But Ill load it myself He
watched the men offer their guns eagerly to
the corporal. Guess your men, Capn, don't
like to have me latin at en- I'll take this
one" He balanced it in his hand. Lord!
what a heavy thing! Loaded? Well, then. -
He fired at a tree and watched the result.
kicks like a mule. No wonder Cap'n, your
men cant shoot. Twice too much paowder
to the ball. Now, If you please, I'll show
you what
He loaded; village wit he seemed to be.
and kept on with his talking. I'VE use balls
half the weight of these Go jes' far,
Capn; kill -jes' as quick. Save paowder
save lead, save weight in marchin:. Means
lighter gun. My gun to home weighs two
paounds less this, I swear These
guns all right parade, I guess, but
marchn' in a rough country"
Tudor cut him short. You are loaded LIE,
you shoot
The countryman raised the gun. where
then? In the center?'
Yes.
The .yoke aimed. The soldiers craned their
necks to see; Barbara, Rodman, Dickie and
Alice pressed nearer. The fellow fired and
dropped the butt upon the ground Alice
clapped her hands. "A bullseye"
b gosh said the grinning fellow, look
Ing around You're pretty my lady, anC
see we'll. Where's that fellow going? Come
back, corp raj. Can't you see the hole?" He
loaded again. rafting the ramrod in and GU
the barrel. His lazy motions seemed az
quick as sight. His eyes snapped. ''Cap'n
can your men load quick as this? Stant
away, corp'ral., Ill show you naow. Mark
Cap'n. Jes above the other hole He fired
and Alice cried again to her brother
George. he has done it The second hole
was close above the first.
;.shall FIRE again." asked the country
man.
Tudor stood blank, but recovered himsel
eel He turned to Rodman and smiled
"This is such shooting as your Mr. Forrest :
She shook her head. Not at ALL" she de-
slared.
'No?" asked her brother
NOT at ALL" agreed Rodman. "To hi
tonething moving is far more difficult
~ do that. too, said the yokel. HI
loaded the gun again. What shall hit?'
"Gtve the gun to me-" said the manager
from. behind.
They turned to him, but he did not lool
ut them. He took the gun from the country
man and gazed on the water. There wa:
always gulls upon the bay fishing, scream,
Ing and quarreling. Some foated on thu
water. some swept across the line of sight
None suited him. They watched him as h
srowned and looked. Alice, with a littl,
gasp, crept up to her brother and put he
band in his Tudor glanced at her an instant
smiling. This Is Dickie's manager h.
Baid. ,.-. .--.rs.. .-....- r. -.- .--. ....
'.No," she whispered, in a tone of awe.
A gull detached itself from the rest head
Ing for the harbor. 1t came directly at tn
group, flying high. meaning to pass over
head. going with speed before the wind. I
was the hardest shot the bird could present
While it was yet some forty yards away tn
manager raised his gun and the instan
fired. The. gull was struck in the breast
seemed to crumple like paper, and fell mas
fho Pod