Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-12-18

What harm can he do you by going
back to Clark and telling him the whole
truth? Clark knew everything long
before Nigo reached here. Old Jazon.
my best scout, left here the day you
took possession, and you may bet he
got to Kaskaskia in short order He
never fails. But he'll tell Clark to stay
where he is, and Vigo can do no more"
What effect Helms bold and appar
emily artess talk had upon Hamlton's
mind is not recorded, but the meager
historical facts at command show that
v1go was released and permitted to re-
turn under promise that he would give
no information to the enemy on his
way to Kaskaskia.
Doubtless this bit of careless diplo-
macy on the governors part did have a
somewhat soothing effect upon a large
class of Frenchmen at Vincennes, but
Farnsworth quickly neutralized it to a
serious extent by a foolish act while
slightly under the influence of liquor.
He met Father Beret near Roussillon
place, and. feeling his ribs squirm at
sight of the priest, he accosted him in
solently, demanding information as to
the whereabouts of the missing flag.
A priest may be good and true
Father Beret certainly was-and yet
have the strongest characteristics of
a worldly man. This thing of being
bullied day after day, as had recently
been the rule generated nothing to aid
in removing refractory desire from
the priests heart-the worldly desire
to repeat with great increment of force
the punch against Farnsworths lower
ribs.
Il order you, sir, to produce that
rebel flag" said Farnsworth. "You will
obey forthwith or take the conse-
quences. l am no longer in the humor
to be trifled with. Do you under
stand? =
81 might be forced to obey you if 1
could" said the priest, drawing his
robe about him; but as l have often
told you, my son, do not know where
the flag is or who took it. l do not
even suspect any person of taking it.
All that l know about it is the simple
fact that it is gone"
you canting old foolr' cried Farms
worth Don't lie to me any longer!
won't have it. Don't stand there grin
ming at me. Get that flag or I'll make
you"
, What is impossible, my son, is pos
, sible to God alone. Apud homines hoe
impossible est, apud Deum autem
Omna possibiia stunt"
''None of your Jesuit Latin or logic
to me. / am not here to argue. but to
, command. Get that flag Be in a
hurry about it, sir"
;. He whipped out his sword, and in his
, half drunken eyes there gathered the
dull film Of murderous passion.
!, Put up your weapon, captain. You
, will not attack an unarmed priest. You
are soldier and will not dare strike an
old, defenseess man."
But l will strike black robed and
, black hearted French rebel. Get that
, flag, you grinning fool"
, Strike if you must" he said very
gently, very firmly. Il never yet have
seen the man that could make me
,, afraid" His speech was slightly sing
song in tone, as it would have been
/, during prayer or Il blessing.
=, Get the flag, them" ragged Farms
worth, in whose veins the heat of liquor
was aided by an unreasonng choler.
:, 81 cannot" said Father Beret.
'Then take the consequences"
!, Farnsworth lifted his sword, not to
. thrust, but to strike with its fiat side,
and down it flashed with noisy
:; whack. Father Beret flung out an arm
and deftly turned the blow aside II
was done SO easily that Farnsworth
sprang back glaring and surprised.
= you old fool" he cried, leveling his
: weapon for direct lunge. You dew
: ilish hypocrite"'
, 1t was then that Father Beret turned
deadly pale and swiftly crossed him
: self His face looked as if he saw
', something just beyond his adversary
!, Possibly this sudden change of express
= sion caused Farnsworth to hesitate fol-
= a mere point of time. Then there was
;. the swish of a wOman's skirts; light
. step battered on the frozen ground, and
Alice sprang between the men, facing
d FarnswOrth. AS she did this something
) small and yellow-the locket at hel
: throat-fell and rolled under her feet
. Nobody saw it.
= In her hand she held an immense
:. horse pistol, which she leveled in the
u captains face, its haring, bugle shaped
muzzle gaping not yard from his
nose. The heavy tube was as steady
! as if in a wise.
drop that sword!'
d That was all she said, but her fngel
/ was pressing the trigger, and the fin
10 in the backward slanting hammer wa:
: ready 10 click against the steel. Th'
= leaden slugs We're on the point of leap
&c ing forth.
- Drop that swordr
y The repetition seemed to close the op
portunity for delay.