Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-07
ALICE ef OLD VINCENNES
]. copsrieh.. IsOO. by the BowEN-MERRILL cOMPANY
CHAPTER TX.
By MAURICE
> THE RoNoEs OF WAR.

L1OTUQSnIy 0CTu1t1ubou WlIh
 savage warfare, and he knew
 all the pacific means so sue cessfuIly and so long used by French missionaries and traders to control saw are character, but the emergency now 4tupon him was startling. Ft confused Eglim. ThesfMct Shat4he had taken sol Aemn oath of allegiance to the American Government could have been pushed aside lightly enough upon pressing oc- tcasion. but he knew that, certain conf- tdentiaI agents left in Vincennes by 4sOyerx1or Abbott had, upon the arrival Of Helm, gone 1o Detroit and of course they had carried thfsher fua report of all~that happened in the Church of St. Xavier when Father Gfbault call ed the@peopie together, and at the fort when the British flag was hauled down and la banniere d'Alice RoussilBon run up in itsAp4ace. His expensive imagfna- 1ion did full credit to itself fn exagger- ating the importance of his part in handing the post over to the rebels. And what would Hamilton think of this2 Would he consider 1t treason2 The question certainly bore a tragic suggestion.
 M Roussillon lacked everything of being coward, and treachery had no rightful place in his nature. He was, however, so in the habit of fighting NTindmills and making mountains of nolehiIls that he could not at first glance see any sudden presentment with u normal vision. He had no love For Englishmen, and he did like Amer jeans, but he naturally thought that Helms talk of fighting Hamilton was, as his own would have been in like case, talk and nothing more The fort could not hold out an hour, he we'll knew. Then what? An, he but too well realized the result.
 Resistance would infiame the English soldiers and madden the Indians. There would be massacre, and the belts of savages would sag with bloody scalps He shrugged his shoulders and felt a chill creep up bis back.
 The first thing M Roussillon did was to see Father Beret and take counsel of him; then he hurried home to dig a great pit under his kitchen floor in which he buried many bales of fur and all his most valuable things. He work cd like giant beaver all night long. Meantime Father Beret went about over the town quietly notifying the in- habitants to remain in their houses un- Ill after the fort should surrender, Nhich be -FVas sure, would happen the aext day.
 "You will be perfectly, safe, my chill dren,v he said to them. "No harm can come to you if you follow my direc- tions.''
 Relying implicitly upon him, they scrupulously obeyed in every particu- lar;
 He did not think it necessary to call st Roussillon place, having already given M. Roussillon the best advice he could command
 Just at the earliest break of day, while yet the gloom of night scarcely felt the suns approach, huge figure made haste along the narrow streets iu the northern part Qf the town. If any person had been looking out through the little holes called windows in those silent and rayless huts it would have been easy to recognize M RoussiHom by ais stature and his gait dimiy outlined as he was. A thought which seemed tC him an Inspiration of genius had taker possession of shim andswas leading hin as if by the nose straight away to Ham dlton's lines. He was freighted with el oquence for the ear of that commander and as he strode along facing the crisI morning air he was rehearsing under bis breath, emphasizing his periods il tragic whispers with sweeping gestures and liberal facial contortions. So ab No %ra orso guy that he forgot due military precau ton and ran plump into the face of ; savage picket guard who without re Rpect for the great M. Roussillon's dig nifty, sprang up before him, grunteC cavernously, aourished tomahawl and spoke in excellent and exceedingI. guttural Indian:
 'sWah, surrender!'
 It is probable that no man ever com piled with modest request in nor docile spirit than did M Roussillol upon that occasion. Tn fact, hi promptness must have been admirable for the savage grunted approval ant straightway conducted him to Hamil toms headquarters on batteau in tn river.
 The British commander, a hale mal O. sandy complexion and probably rn der middle age, was in no very pleas ant humor. Some of his orders ha, been misunderstood by the chief of hi Indian allies, so that premature eS posture of his approach had been mad to the enemy.
 ''WelI, sir, who are you?" he gruff demanded when M. Roussillon loome before him.
 "I am Gaspard Roussillon, the mayo of Vincennes," was the lofty reply '' have come to announce to you offfciall that my people greet you Loyalty an that my town is freely at your con mand'' He felt as important as if hi statements had been true.
 "Humphl That's it. is it? Vel MT. Mayor, you have my congratulf tions, but I should prefer seeing tn military commander and accepting hi