Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-10-06
black hearted French rebel. Get that

black hearted French rebel. Get that
flag, you grinning fool!'
sStrike il you must" he said ve7
gently. very firmly. Il never yet haya
seen the man that could make me
afraid" His speech was slightly sing
song in tone, as it would have been
during Il prayer or blessing
Get the flag, Them ragged Farms
worth, in whose veins the heat Of hquo.
was aided by an unreasoning choler.
II cannot" said Father Beret.
"Then take the consequencesy'
| Farnsworth lifted bis sword, not Il
| thrust, but to strike with it5 fat side
and down it flashed with noisy
whack Father Beret flung out an arm
and deity turned the blow aside. II
| was done so easily that FarnswortH
sprang back glaring and surprised.
sYou old FOOL" lie cried, leveling hil
weapon for direct lunge. you dew
ilish hypocritev'
1t was then that Father Beret turned
deadly pale and swiftly crossed him'
self. His face locked as II he saw
something Just beyond his adversary
Possibly this sudden change Of express
sion caused Farnsworth to hesitate fcs
a mere point Of time. Then there was
| the swish Of woman's skirts; q light
step battered on the frozen ground, and
Alice sprang between the men, facing
Farnsworth. As she did this something
small and yellow-the locket at her
! throat-fell and rolled under her feet
| Nobody saw IL.
| In her hand she held an immense
horse pistol which she leveled in the
captains face. its 1aring, bugle shaped
muzzle gaping not q yard from his
nose The heavy tube was as steady
Us il in a wise.
| "Drop that sworde'
| That was all she said, but her finger
/ was pressing the trigger, and the flint
in the backward slanting hammer was
ready to click against the steel. Tho
| leaden sIugs were on the point Of leap
! Ing forth.
drop that sword!'
The repetition seemed to close the op.
| portunity for delay.
| tdEuSWOItll WIS OA Mao 60cA0 - -
J; twinkling. He set his jaw and uttered
| an ugly oath; then quick as lightning
/ he struck sidewise ut the pistol with
/ his blade. 1t was move which might
have taken less alert person than
| Alice unawares, but her training In
| sword play was ready in Ter wrist ana
hand. An involuntary turn, the slight
/ est ina ginable, set the heavy barrel OF
her weapon strongly against the blow,
partly stopping it, and then the gaping
muzzle spat Its load Of balls and slugs
with a below that awoke the drowsy
/ old village.
Farnsworth staggered backward, let
! ting tall his sword There was rent
I in the clothing Of his left shoulder He
reeled, the blood spun out, but he did
not fall. although he grew white.
Father Berct sprang nimbly to sus-
/ tain Farnsworth. snatching up the
pistol az he passed around Alice.
.sYou are hurt, my son." he gently
said. "Let me help you" He passed his
arm firmly under that Of Farnsworth,
seeing that the captain was unsteady
on his feet.
/ Lean upon me. Come with me.
Alice, my child, and l will take him
into the house"
Alice picked up the captains sword
and led the way.
It was all done SO quickly that Farms
worth, in his half dazed condition,
scarcely realized what was going on
until he found himself on couch In
the Roussillon home, his wound "a
Jagged furrow plowed out by slugD
that the swords blade had first inter
cepteO neatly dressed ana bandaSed,
while Alice and the priest lowered over
him. busy with their careful ninistra-
tions.
ITO be continued)