The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-07-26
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tight place. He'll be shot tomorrow
morning if that flag is not produced.
Governor Hamilton has SO ordered, and
what he orders is done
You jest, monsieur.
II assure you that I speak the plain
truth.
You will probably catch Monsieur
Roussillon before you shoot him. She
tossed her head.
He IS already prisoner IN the Tort
Alice turned pale.
Monsieur, is this true2" Her voice
had lost its happy tone Are you tell
ing me that to
You can verify it, mademoiselie, by
calling upon the commander at the
fort. I am sorry that you doubt my
Veracity. If you viii go with me L
will show you NJ RoussillOn a tightly
bound prisoner"
Jean had crept out of the gate and
was standing just behind Alice with
his feet wide apart, his long chin ell
evated. his head resting far back be-
tween his upthrust shoulders, his bands
in his pockets his uncanny eyes sizing
steadily at Farnsworth. He looked like
a deformed frog ready to jump.
Alice Enthusiastically saw truth IN the
captains countenance and felt Ii in MS
voice. This reality came to her with
unhindered effect. NJ Roussillon's life
depended upon the return OF the flag
She put her hands together and for a
moment covered her eyes with them.
II viii go now. mademoiselle,' said
Farnsworth; but l hope You will be in
great haste about returning the flag"
He stood looking at her He was
profoundly touched and felt that to say
more would be too brutal even for his
! coarse nature; so he simply lifted his
hat and went away.
Jean took hold of Alice's dress as she
turned to go back into the house.
rs he going to take the flag? Can
he find it? What does he want with it?
What did you do with the flag, Alice?"
| he whined, in his peculiar, quavering
voice Where is it2''
Her skirt dragged him. along as she
walked
Where did you put it, AIice?''
Father Beret hid it under the floor"
she answered, involuntarily, and almost
unconsciously. Il shall have to take
it back and give it up,
/ "No-no-I wouldn't" he quavered,
dancing across the veranda las she
| quickened her pace and fairly spun him
| along. II wouldn't let Gem have it at
all"
| AIiee's mind was working with light
! ming speed. Her imagination took
strong grip on the situation so briefly
and effectively sketched by Captain
( Farnsworth. Her decision formed itself
( quickly.
stay here. Jean. l am going to the
fort. Don't tell Mamma Roussillon a
! thing. Be a good boy
/ She was gone before Jean could say
! a word. She meant to face Hamilton
/ at once and be sure what danger men
aced n. Roussillon. OF course, the flag
must be given up if that would save
| her foster father any pain: and If his
-
| be too great haste on her part
She ran directly to the stockade gate
and breathiessly informed a sentinel
| that she must see Governor Hamilton,
| into whose presence she was soon led
/ Captain FarnsWorth had preceded her
but u minute or two, and was present
| when she entered the miserable shed
room where the commander was hav-
ing another talk with NJ. RoussiIIon.
The meeting was a tableau which
would have been comicai but for the
pressure of its tragic possibilities
! Hamilton, stern and sententious. stood
| frowning upon NJ. RousSilIon who sat
| upon the ground. his feet and hands
| tightly bound. a colossal statue of in
] jured innocence.
Alice, as soon as she saw NJ Roussfl-
| Ion, uttered a cry of sympathetic en-
dearment and flung herself toward him
! with open arms. She could not reach
around his great shoulders: but she did
her best TO include the whole bulk.
! Papa. Papa Roussiilon," she CHR
! ruped between the kisses that she
| showered upon his weather beaten face
Hamilton and Farnsworth regarded
! the scene WITH curious and surprised
| interest NJ Roussillon began speak king
| rapidly; out being a Frenchman he
| could not get on well with his tongue
| while his hands were tied. He could
shrug his shoulders; that helped hin
/ some
4 am to be shot, ma petite" he pa
| thetically growled in his deep bass
voice; shot like a dog at sunrise to-
morrow.
Alice kissed VI. Roussillon's rough
cheek once more and sprang to her
feet facing Hamilton.
You are not such a fiend and brute
as TO kill Papa Roussillon." she cried
Why do you want to injure my poor
good papa?"
b believe YOU are the young lady
that stole the fiag?" Hamilton re-
marked, smiling contemp:uousIy.
She looked at him with swift fast
of Indignation as he uttered these
words.
Il am not a thief. 1 could not stea
what was my own. 1 helped to make
that flag 1t was named after me-
took it because ii was mine You I'm.
derstand me, monsieur"
Tell where it is and your father:
life will be spared
She glanced at NJ. RoussilIon.
No, Alice" said ne. with a pathetic,
ally futile effort to make a fine gesture.
don't do it. L am brave enough I,
die. You would not have me act tn,
coward"
No enlOol er would have ever
! .4.,Ix-
Roussillon had CHANGED 20 overhear ;
conversation between Hamilton an,
! Farnsworth, in which Hamilton stat
ed that he really did not intend t,
hurt NJ. Roussillon in any event: h,
merely purposed to humiliate the "bi;
wind bagi'
Ah, no; let me die braveIy for hon
Or's sake-I fear death far less thai
dishonOr, They can shoot me. my lit
tie one, but they cannot break N,
proud spirit" He tried TO strike hi
breast over his heart
Perhaps it would be just as well I,
: let him be shot, said Hamilton gruf
fly, and with dry indifference. II don
fancy that he's of much value to tn
community at best. He'll make a goo,
target for a squad. and we need al
example,
DO you mean it2-yOu ugly Englisl
brute-would you murder him2'' sh
stamped her foot.
Not if l get that flag between nov
and shutdown. Otherwise 1 shall Ger
tainIV have him shot Is all in x-Of,