The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-24

which once in a while save a life. The
stone disc worn by Alice CHANGED 10
lie exactly in the missiles way. and
while it was not broken. the ball al
ready somewhat checked by passing
through several folds OF Father Reret's
garments. flattened itself upon il with
shock which somehow struck Alice
senseless.
Here again, history in the form of an
ancient family document "a letter
written in 1921 by Alice herself). gives
US the curious brace OF incidents. to-
witt the breaking of the miniature on
BeVerley's breast by a British musket
ball. and the stopping of Hamilton's
bullet over Alice's heart by The Indian
charm stone
Which shows the goodness of God. :"
the letter goes on. and also seems to
sustain the Indian legend concerning
the stone, that whoever might wear il
could not be killed. Unquestionable
(sic) Mr.. Hamilton's shot which was
aimed at poor. dear old Father Beret
would have pierced my heart. but for
that charm stone. AS for nv locket.
it did not, as some have reported. save
F1tzhugh's life when the musket ball
was stopped. The ball was so spent
that the blow was only hard enough
TO spoil temporary (sic) the face of
the miniature, which was afterward
IcStoTeu larry Wei Dy an artist in
Paris. When il did actually save
Fitzhugh's life was out on the Illinois
plain. The savage, Long Hair. peace
to his memory, worked the miracle of
restoring to me" Here a fold In the
paper has destroyed a line of the writ
ing.
The letter is a sacred family paper.
and there is not justification for going
farther into its faded and, in some
QlTnnCT rQd
so much may pass into these pages as
a pleasant authorization of what
otherwise might be altogether TOO
sweet double nut for the critics
teeth to crack.
While AdPienne and Alice were still
discussing the probability OF Rene de
Ronville's return, NJ. RoussilIon came
TO the door. He was in search of ma
dame, his wife, whom he had not yet
seen.
He gathered the two girls in his
mighty arms, tOusling them with rough
tenderness. Alice returned his affec-
tionate embrace and told him where
TO find Madame Roussillon. who was
with Dame Godere, probably at her
house.
Nobody killed. he said, in answer
tastrophe at the fort. Some Of 'em
hurt and burnt little. Great big
scare about nearly nothing. Tiff, my
children. you should have seen me
quiet things. Iput out my hands this
way-comme ca-poufl 1t was all over.
The people went home"
His gestures indicated that he had
borne back an army with open hands
Then he chucked Adrienue under the
chin with his finger and added in his
softest voice:
Il saw somebody's lover the other
day, over yonder IN the Indian village.
He spoke to me about somebody-eh
ma petite, que voulez-vous dire?''
"Oh, Papa Roussilloni we were just
talking about Rene!'' cried Alice
Have you seen him?''
Il saw you, you little mink, jumping
into q mans arms right under the eyes
of whole garrison. Bah! 1 could not
believe it was my little Alicei'
He let go a grand guffaw, which
seemed to shake the cabins walls.
Alice biushed cherry red Adrienne
too bashful to inquire about Rene, was
trembling with anxiety The truth was
not in Gaspard Roussillon, just then;
or if ii WAS il stayed in him, for he
had not seen Rene de RonvilIe. It
was his generous desire to please and
to appear opulent of knowledge and
sympathy that made him speak. file
knew what would please Adrienne. so
why not give her at least a delicious
fOretaSte2 Surely, when a thing was
so cheap, one need not be so parsimon-
iouS as to withhold a mere anticfpa-
press him into details, for indeed he
had none.
There now, what did I tell YOU"
cried Alice, when the big man was
gone. II told you Rene would come
They always come back"
Father Beret came in a little later
AS soon as he saw Alice he frowned
and began TO shake his head; but she
only laughed, and initiating his hypo-
critical scowl, yet fringing it with d
twinkle of merry lines and dimpIes,
pointed a taper finger at him and ex-
claimed:
You bad, bad man, why did you
pretend TO me that Lieutenant Bever-
ley was dead2 What sinister eccles-
iastical NOTICE prompted you to de-
scribe how Long-Hair scalped him? ?
All. father"
The priest laid a broad hand over
her saucy mouth.
Something or other seems to have
excited you nightly, ma file, you are
a trifle impulsively inclined today
Yes. Father Beret; yes, L know, and
I'm ashamed. My heart shrinks when
I think of what 1 did; but 1 was so
I
me when 1 saw him, strong and
brave and beautiful, coming toward
me, smiling that warm, glad smile and
! holding out his arms-ah, when I saw
all that-when 1 knew for sure that he
was not dead-I, why. father-I just
! had to, I couldn't help it,
Father Beret laughed in spite of him
self, but quickly managed TO resume
his severe countenance.
ia. tai he exclaimed, 'it was a
bold thing for little girl to do
so il was, so 1t was. But it was
also bold thing for him to do-to
/ come back after he was dead and
scalped and look so handsome and
| grand. I'm ashamed and sorry, father;
but-but, I'm afraid might do it again
/ if-weIl, I don't care if 1 did-so there,
nowi"
But what in the world are you
| talking about?' interposed Adrienne.
| Evidently they were discussing a most
| interesting matter of which she knew
\ nine curiosity. Tell me- She pulled
/ Father Beret's sleeve. Tell me, say,''
1t is probable that Father Beret
4 would have pretended TO betray Alice's
| source of mingled delight and embar-
rassment. had not the rest Of the Bour-
/ cier household retu- ned in time to
/ break up the conversation. A little
i later Alice gave Adr;enne a wildly
/ dramatic account of the whole scene.
All, mon dieu," exclaimed the petite
| brunette, after she had heard the ex-
| citing story. That Was just like you.
! Alice. You always do superb things.
J You We're born TO do them. You shot
Captain Farnsworth, you wounded