Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-12-04
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wivels alongside the guns already in

swivels alongside the guns already in
position.
In few minutes Hamilton. returned
under the white flag and shouted
Upon what terms will you surren-
der?"
"All the honors of war" Helm firmly
replied. ITS that or fight, and l don't
care which,
Hamilton half turned away, as If
done with the parley, then facing the
fort again he said:
Very well, sir. Haul down your
flag"
Helm was dumfounded at this
prompt acceptance of his terms In
deed the incident is unique In history.
AS Hamilton spoke he very naturally
glanced up to where la banniere d AL
ice Roussillon waved brilliantly. Some
one stood beside 1t on the dilapidated
roof Of the old blockhouse and was al
ready taking it from its place. His aid,
Captain Farnsworth, saw this, and the
vision made his heart draw in strong,
hot flood. 1t was a girl in short skirts
and moccasins, with fur hood on her
head, her face, thrillingly beautiful, set
around with tufts of wind blown
brown gold hair. Farnsworth was too
young to be critical and too old to let
his eyes deceive him. Every detail of
the fine sketch, with its steel blue back
ground of sky, flashed into his mind.
sharp cut as a cameo. Invountarily he
took off his hat
Alice had come in by way of the
postern. She mounted to the roof I'M
observed and made her way to the
flag just at the moment when Helm,
glad at heart to accept the easiest way
out Of tight place, asked Oncle Jazon
to lower It,
Beverley was thinking Of Alice, and
when he looked up he could scarcely
realize that he saw her. But the whole
situation was plain the instant she
snatched the staff from its place, for
he, too, recollected what she had said
at the river house. The memory and
the present scene blended perfectly
during the fleeting instant that she
was visible. He saw that Alice was
smiling somewhat as in her most mis-
chievous moods, and when she jerked
the staff from its fastening she lifted
1t high and waved it once, twice, thrice
def1antly toward the British lines, then
fed down the ragged roof slope with
it and disappeared. The vision re-
manned in Beverley's eyes forever aft
erward. The English troops, thinking
that the flag was taken down in token
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of shouting.
Oncle Jazon intuitively understood
just what Alice was doing, for he
knew her nature and could read her
face. His blood effervesced in an in
slant
"Vive Zhorzh Vasinton! Vive la ban
Mere d'Alice Roussillonw he screamed,
waving his disreputable cap round his
scalpless head. "Hurrah for George
Washington. Hurrah for Alice Rous-
sillon's flag"
1t was all over soon. Helm sur
rendered himself and Beverley with
full honors. AS for Oncle Jazon, he
disappeared at the critical moment. 1t
/ was not just to his mind to be a pris-
oner of war, especially under existing
conditions, for Hamilton's Indian allies
had some old warpath scores to settle
with him dating back to the days
when he and Simon Kenton were COM
rades in Kentucky.
When Alice snatched the banner and
descended with it to the ground she
ran swiftly out through the postern, as
she had once before done, and sped
along under cover of the low bluff or
swell which, terracelike, bounded the
fiat bottom" lands southwark Of the
stockade. She kept on until she reach