The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-17

fered under Hsmilton's brutal admin
istra ton.
At . O'Clock an ordSr was passed to
cease firing, and a Gag of truce was
seen going from Clark's headquarters
to the fort. II was DeremDtory de-
mand for unconditional surrender.
Hamilton refused. and lighting was
fiercely resumed from behind rude
hreastworks meantime erected. Every
loop-hole and opening of whatever sort
was the focus into which the uueTring
backwoods rifles sent their deadly bull
lets Men began 10 fall in the fort,
and every moment Hamilton expected
an ASA ult in force ton all sides of the
stockade. This if successful. would
mean inevitable massacre. Clark had
warned him of the terrible eonse-
duences of holding out until the worst
should come. For, said he in his note
to the governor. "if | am obliged TO
storm. you may depend upon such
treatment as is justly due to a muir
derer"
Historians have wondered why Ham
Hton became 50 excited and acted So
strangely after receiving the note. The
phrase, Justly due to a murderer" is
the key to the mystery When he read
il his heart sank and terrible fear
seized him. Justly due to murderer"
ah, that calm, white, beautiful Eirlish
face, dead in the moonlight With the
wisp of shining hair across it. such
treatment as is justly due 20 a MUIR
derer," Cold drops of sweat broke out
on his forehead. and shiver went
through his body.
During the truce Ciark's weary yet
still enthusiastic besiegers enjoyed a
good breakfast, prepared for them by
the loyal danes of Nincennes. Little
Adrienne Bourcier was one of the
handmaidens of the occa sion She
brought 10 BeverIey's squad A basket.
almost as large as herself, heaped high
with roasted duck and warm Wheafen
bread, while another girl bore two huge
Jugs of coffee, fragrant and steaming
hot. The men cheered them Justify and
complimented them without reserve.
so that before their service was over
their faces We're glowing with delight.
And yet Adrienne's heart was I'M
easy and full of longing to hear some
thing OF Rene de RonViIle. Surely some
one of her friends must know some
thing a. bout him. All there was Oncle
JazOn. Doubtless he could tell her all
that she wanted to know. She fingered
after the food was distributed, and
shyly inquired.
Jazon, only he used the patois most
familiar to the girls ear. killed an
scalped long ago, I reckon
His mouth was so full that he spoke
mumblingly, and with utmost difficulty
Nor did he glance at Adrienne, whose
face took on as great pallor as her
brown complexion could show.
Beverley ate but little of the food.
he sat apart on piece of timber that
projected from the rough breastwork
and gave himself over TO infinite misery
of spirit. which was trebled when he
took Alice's iOcket from his bosom,
only TO discover that the bullet which
struck him had almost entirely de-
stroyed the face of the miniature
He gripped the dinted and twisted
case and gazed at it with the stare of
blind man. His heart almost ceased
to beat, and his breath had the rustIing
sound we hear when strong man dies
of a sudden wound. Somehow the de-
Placement of the portraiS Jwas taken BY
his soul as the final touch of fate. sig
1ifying that Alice was forever and
completely obliterated from his life. He
felt a blur pass over his mind He
tried in vain to recall the face and
form 50 dear to him; he tried to mag
inc her voice; but the whole universe
was a vast hollow silence. For a long
while he was cold, staring. rigid: then
the inevitable collapse came, and he
wept as only strong man can who is
hurt 10 death, Yet cannot die.
Adrienne approached him. thinking
to speak to him about Rene; but he did
not notice her. and she went her way.
leaving beside him a liberal supply of
food