Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-10

 never fails But he'll tell Clark to stay where he is, and Vigoscan do no more. !"
 What effect Helm,s boldyand appar- ently artless talk had upon Hamilton's mind is not recorded, but the meager historical facts at command show that v1go was released and permitted to re- turn under promise that he would give no information to the enemy on his way to Kaskaskia.
 Doubtless this bit of careless diplo- macy on the governors part did have a somewhat soothing effect upon a large class of Frenchmen at Vincennes, but Farnsworth quickly neutralized it to a | serious extent by foolish act while slightly under the influence of liquor.
 He met Father Beret near Roussillon place, and, feeling his ribs squirm at sight of the priest, he accosted him in solently, demanding information as to the whereabouts of the missing flag. A priest may be good and true Father Beret' certainly was and yet have the strongest characteristics of worldly man. This thing of being bullied day after day, as had recently been the rule, generated nothing to aid in removing refractory desire from the priests sheart the worldly desire to repeat with great increment of force the punch against Farnsworth's lower ribs.
 II order you, sir, to produce that rebel flag" said Farnsworth. "You will obey forthwith or take the conse- quences. I am no longer in the humor %rs 1o %rfA AkA1 n TNrs 11nNa stand?''
 .T might be forced to obey you if could,' said the priest drawing his robe about him; "but, as have often told you, my son. do not know where the flag Is or who took 1t. I do not even suspect any person of taking it. All that know about it is the simple fact that it is gone"
 "You canting old fooli' cried Earns worth Don't lie to me any longeri won't have 1t. Don't stand there grin ming at me. Get that flag or I'll make you"
 What is impossible, my son, is pos sible to God alone. Apud homines hoo Impossible est, apud Deum autem omnia possibilia sunt.''
 None of your Jesuit Latin or logic to me. I am not here to argue, but to i command. Get that flag. Be in a hurry about 1t. sir''
 He whipped out his sword, and in his l half drunken eyes there gathered the l dull film of murderous passion Put up your weapon, captain. You I will not attack an unarned priest. You 1 are soldier and will not dare strike an 1 old, defenseless man.
 But will strike black robed and black hearted French rebel. Get that ! flag, you grinning fooIr sN I Strike if you must 2 he said very gently. very firmly. T never yet have seen the man that could make me afraid.' His speech was slightly sing song in tone, as it would have been 1 during a prayer or a blessing.
 "Get the flag, then!" ragged Earns I worth in whose veins the heat of liquor was aided by an unreasoning choler
 T cannot" said Father Beret.
 sThen take the consequencesy'
 Farnsworth lifted his sword, not to thrust, but to strike with it's flat side, f and down it flashed with a noisy whack. Father Beret flung out an arm l and deftly turned the blow aside. It was done so easily that Farnsworth sprang back glaring and surprised.
 sYou old fool?' he cried, leveling his weapon for direct lunge. ''You dew ilish hypocritep'
 It was then that Father Beret turned deadly pale and swiftly crossed him. self His face looked as if he saw something just beyond his adversary. Possibly this sudden change of expres- l sion caused Farnsworth to hesitate for mere point of time. Then there was l the swish of woman's skirts; light l step battered on the frozen ground, and Alice sprang between the men, facing l Farnsworth. As she did this something small and yellow-the locket at her throat-fell and rolled under her feet. Nobody saw it. I In her hand she held an immense horse pistol, which she leveled in the captains face, it's flaring, bugle shaped muzzle gaping not a yard from his nose. The heavy tube was as steady as if in wise.
 Drop that swordw
 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. The leaden slugs were on the point of leap ing forth.
 Drop that sword!'
 The repetition seemed to close the op. portunity for delay.
 9 Farnsworth was on his guard in q twinkling. He set his jaw and uttered an ugly oath; then quick as lightning he struck sidewise at the pistol with his blade. It was move which might have taken a less alert person than Alice unawares,, but her training in sword play was ready in her wrist and hand. An involuntary turn, the slight est imaginable, set the heavy barrel of her weapon strongly against the blow partly stopping it, and then the gaping muzzle spat it's load of balls and slugs with a below that awoke the drowsy | nII will ncrn