Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-11-05
Alice of Old Vincennes
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face showed that he was ready to col
lapse. Then the keen voice OF Oncle
Jazon broke forth:
"Vive Zhorzh Vasinton! Vive la ban
Mere d'Alice Roussillon!"
He sprang to the middle OF the area
and flung his old cap high in air, with a
shrill war whoop.
Hist 1t, hist 1t. Hissez la banniere
de Mile. Alice Roussillon! VOLTA, que
c'est glorieuse. cette banniere la. Hist
it, hist it!'
He was dancing with rickety live
Illness. his goatish legs and shriveled
body giving him the look of an enact
ated satyr.
Clark had been told by some of his
creole officers the story of how Alice
raised the flag when Helm took the
fort and how she snatched it from
Hamilton's hand. as 1t were, and would
not give it up when he demanded it,
The whole situation pretty soon began
to explain itself. as he saw what Alice
was doing. Then he heard her say to
Hamilton while she slowly swayed the
ripping tag back ana forth:
II said, as you will remember, NJ lie
Gouverneur, that when you next should
see this flag should wave it over your
head. Well. look. am waving It
yive Ia republique. vive George
Washington! What do you think of it.
NJ. lie Gouyerneur?''
The poor little hunchback Jean took
of his cap and tossed 1t in rhythmicui
emphasis. keeping time to her words.
And now from behind the hollow
square came a mighty voice:
"C'est moi. Gaspard Roussillon; me
voici, messieurs!''
There was a spirit in the air which
caught from Alice thrill OF romantic
energy. The men in the ranks and the
officers in front Of them felt a wave Of
irresistible sympathy sweep through
their hearts. Her picturesque beauty,
her fine temper. the fitness Of the Incl
dent to the occasion, had an instanta-
neous power which moved all men
alike.
"Raise her flag! Run up the young
lady's haSw some one shouted. And
then every voice seemed to echo the
words. Clark was young man Of no
BILE type, in whose veins throbbed the
warm, chivalrous blood Of the cava-
Tiers. A watt Of the suddenly prevail
ing influence bore him also quite of his
feet. He turned to Beverley and said:
'Do It'll 1t will have great effect.
4 Ia = unod idoo Iot Tho y,onyNc, In uso
flag and her permission to run 1t up"
Before he finished speaking-indee
at the first glancAhe saw that Beyer-
ley. like Hamilton, was white as dead
man, and at the same time 1t came to
his memory that his young friend had
confided to him during the awful march
through the prairie wilderness love
story about this very Alice Roussillon.
In the worry and stress Of the subse-
quent struggle he had forgotten the
tender basis upon which Beverley had
rested his excuse for leaving yincennes.
Now it all reappeared in justification
OF what was going on. 1t touched the
romantic core Of his southern nature.
Il say, Lieutenant Beverley" he re-
peated, beg the young lady's permls-
sion to use her nag upon this glorious
occasion. or shall do It for you?"
There were no miracles in those
brave days. and the strain Of life with
its terrible realities braced all men and
women to meet sudden explosions of
surprise, whether Of good or bad eff
feet, with admirable equipoise, but
Beverley's trial, it must be admitted.
was extraordinary. Still he braced him
self quickly and his whole expression
changed when Clark moved TO go to
Alice. For he realized now that 1t was
indeed Alice in flesh and blood. stand
ing there, the center Of admiration
filing the air with her fine magnetism
and crowniag a great triumph with
her beauty. He gave her a glad. fash
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