Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-12-25

that can hinde, love. He said this over
and over to himself after his rencoun-
ter with the four Indian scouts on the
Wabash. He repeated it with every
heart beat until he fell in with some
friendly red men, who took him to thei
camp, where, to his great surprise, he
met NJ. Roussillon. 1t was his song
when again he strobe off toward the
west on his lonely way.
He did not know that Long Hair and
his band were fast on his track, but
the knowledge could not have urged
him to greater haste. He strained ev-
cry muscle to its utmost, kept every
nerve to the highest tension. Yonder
toward the west was help for Alice.
That was all he cared for.
But if Long Hair was pursuing him
with relentless greed for the reward of
fered by Hamilton there were friendly
footsteps still nearer behind him, and
one day at high noon while he was
bending over a little fire brOiling some
liberal cuts of venison a finger tapped
him on the shoulder. He sprang up
and grappled Oncle Jazon. At the same
time, standing near by, he saw Simon
Kenton, his old time Kentucky friend.
The PUNCHED features of one and the
fine, rugged face of the other swan as
in mist before Beverley's eyes. Ken
ton was laughing quietly, his strong,
upright form shaking to the force of
his pleasure. He was in the early
prime of vigorous life not handsome,
ht1t mi. no1r tr.oa tix-, | Of
certain glow in his face and q kindly
fash in his deep set eyes.
"Well, well, my boy!' he exclaimed,
laying his left hand on Beverleys
shoulder, while in the other he held a
long, heavy rifle. I'm glad to see We,
glad to see ye!''
Thought we was Injuns, eh?' said
Oncle Jazon. AN eff we had "a been
we'd "a been shore O. your scalp" The
wizened old creole cackled gleefully.
And where are We goin'?" demand
ed Kenton. "Ye're maxim what lacks
a heap o. bein' bee line for some
place or other"
Beverley was dazed and vacant mind
ed. Things seemed wavering and dim.
He pushed the two men from him and
gazed at them without speaking Their
presence and voices did not convince
him.
Yer meats Albumin" said Oncle
Jazon, STOPPING to turn it on the smol-
dering Goals "Ye must be hungry.
Cookin' enough for regiment"
Kenton shook Beverley with rough
familiarity as if to rouse his faculties
What's the matter? Fitz, my lad,
don't We know 81 Kenton: It's not so
long since we were like brothers, and
now We don't speak to me. we've not
forgotten me. Fitz."
"Mebby he don't like We as we'll as
we thought he did" drawled Oncle
Jazon. Il hev known o. fellers a-bein'
mistaken jes' tibet way"
Beverley got his wits together as best
such degrees as seemed at the time un-
duly slow, but which We're really mere
momentary gatherings.
"Why, Kenton, Jazon" he presently
exclaimed, a cordial gladness blending
with his surprise. How did you get
here? Where did you come from?"
He looked from one to the other back
and forth, with wondering smile
breaking over his bronzed and deter
mined face.
"We've been hot on yer trail for thir-
ty hours" said Kenton. "Roussillon
put us on it back yonder. But what
are We up to? Where are We goin'?'
I'm going to Clark at Kaskaskia to
bring him yonder" He waved his
hand eastward. II am going to take
Nincennes and kill Hamilton"
"Well, ye're takin mighty queer
course, my boy, if We ever expect to
find Kaskaskia. Ye're already twenty
miles too far south"
"Carryin' his gun on the same Shout
der all the time" said Oncle JaZon,
has made i'm kind o. swing in a curve
like. 'Tain't good luck nohOw to carry
yer gun on yer lef' shoulder. When
We do it meks We take a longer step
with yer right foot than We do with
yer lef, an We can't walk a straight
line to save yer liver. Ventrebleu. La
venaison brule encore. Look at that
dasted meat burnin' ag'in!'
He jumped back to the fire to turn
the scOrching cuts.
Beverley wrung Kenton's hand and
looked into his eyes as a man does
when an old friend comes suddenly out
of the past, so to say, and brings the
freshness and comfort of strong, true
soul to brace him in his hour of great
est need.
'Of all men in the world, Simon Ken
ton, you were the least expected. But
how glad l am, how thankful. Now |
know / shall succeed We are going to
capture Nincennes, Kenton, are we
not? We shall, shan't we, JazOn?
Nothing, nothing can prevent us, can
it,"
Kenton heartily returned the pres
sure of the young mans hand, while
Oncle JaZon looked up QuiZZically and