Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-09-30

Resistance would infame the English
soldiers and madden the Indians. There
would be a massacre, and the belts of
savages would sag with bloody scalps.
He shrugged his shoulders and felt
chill creep up his back
The first thing NJ. 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
ed like a giant beaver all night long.
Meantime Father Beret went about
over the town quietly notifying the in
habitants to remain in their houses I'M
til after the fort should surrender,
which, he was sure, would happen the
next day
you will be perfectly safe, my chill
dren,'' he said to them. mo harm can
come to you if you follow my direc-
tons"
Relying implicitly upon him, they
scrupulously obeyed in every particu-
lar.
He did not think it necessary to call
at Roussillon place, having already
given NJ Rorssillon the best advice he
could command.
Just at the earliest break of day,
while yet the gloon. OF night scarcely
felt the suns approach. q huge figure
made haste along the narrow streets in
the northern part of the town. If any
person had been looking out through
the little holes called windows in those
silent and rayless huts 1t would have
been easy to recognize NJ. Roussillon by
his stature and his gait, dlmly outlined
as he was. a thought which seemed 10
him an inspiration of genius had taken
possession Of him and was leading him
as if by the nose straight away to Ham
ilton's lines. He was freighted with ell
oquence for the ear of that commander,
and as he strobe along facing the crisp
morning air he was rehearsing under
his breath. emphasizing his periods in
tragic whispers with sweeping gestures
and liberal facial contortions. So alb
sorbed was he in his oratorical solilo-
guy that he forgot due military precau-
ton and ran plump into the face of
savage picket guard. who, without re-
spect for the great M. Roussillon's dig
nifty. sprang up before hinA grnnted
generously, flourished tomahawk
and spoke in excellent and exceedingly
cultural Indian:
"Wah, surrender
1t Is probable that no man ever COM
piled with a modest request in more
docile spirit than did NJ Roussillon
upon that occasion. In fact. his
promptness must have been admirable,
for the savage grunted approval and
straightway conducted him to Hamil
tons headquarters on batteau in the
river.
The British commander, hale man
of sandy complexion and probably I'M
der middle age, was in no very pleas
ant humor. Some Of his orders had
been misunderstood by the chief of his
Indian allies, so that premature ex-
posure of h, approach had been made
to the enemy.
well, sir, who are you?" he grufly
demanded when NJ. Roussillon loomet.
before him.
II am Gaspard Roussiilon, the mayor
of yincennes," was the lofty reply. .
have come to announce to you Officially
that my people greet you Loyalty and
that my town is freely at your com
mand" He felt as important as il his
statements had been true.
"Humph. That's it. is it? Well,
Mr.. A,ayor. you have my congratula
tons r. ri,9-lld n.efcr seeing the