Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-27
when he tried to pass through the n1gf1n

ke%AS NAAA gate.
 .::They shut me uut!'s he beloved flu riously. "I am Gaspard Roussf1lon. and they shut me out, me! Eff! Me voici! Je vais entrer immediatement, mofT'
 He attracted but little attention, however. The people and the soldiery were all too excited by the special in- terest of the occasion and too busy with making a racket of their own for any individual. even the great RouSsil- lon, to gain, their eyes or ears. He in turn scarcely heard the tumult they made. so self centered were his burn ing thoughts and feelings. A great oc- casion in yincennes and he, Gaspard Roussillon. not recognized as one of the large factors in it! Ah, no, neverl And he strode along the wall of the stockade. turning the corners and-heav- fly shambling over the inequalities till he reached the postern. It was not fas- tened, some one having passed through just before him.
 ''Ziffv' he ejaculated. stepping into the area and shaking himself after the manner of dusty mastiff. "C est moi! Gaspard Roussillonw His massive un- der jaw was set like that of a wise, yet it quivered with rage: rage which was more fiery condensation of self approval than anger.
 Outside the shouting, singing and huzzas gathered strength and vol tune until the sound became a hoarse roar. Clark was uneasy. He had over heard much of threatening character during the siege The creoles were, he knew, justly exasperated, and even his own men had been showing a spirit which might easily be famed into a dangerous flame of vengeance. He was very anxious to have the formalf- ties of taking possession of the fort over with, so that he could the better control his forces. Sending for Bever- ley, he assigned him to the duty of hauling down the British flag and run ming up that of Virginia. It was an honor of no doubtful sort, which under different circumstances would have made the lieutenant's heart glow. As it was he proceeded without any sense of pride or pleasure, moving as mere machine in performing an act sdgnifi- cant beyond any other done west of the mountains in the great struggle for American independence and the control of American territory.
 Hamilton stood a little way from the foot of the tall flagpole his arms fold ed on his breast, his chin slightly drawn in, his brows contracted, gag ing steadily at Beverley while he was untying the halyard, which had been wound around the poles base about three feet above the ground The American troops in the fort were dis posed so as to form three sides of a hollow square, facing inward, Oncle Jazon, serving as the ornamental ex- treme of one line, was conspicuous for his outlandish garb and unmilitary bearing. The silence inside the stock ade offered strong contrast to the tremendous roar of voices outside. Clark made signalsand at the tap of a drum Beverley shook the ropes loose and began to lower the British colors. Slowly the bright emblem of eart11s mightiest nation crept down in token of the fact that handful of back woodSmen had won an empire by a splendid stroke of pure heroism. Bev- erIey detached the flag and, saluting, handed it to Colonel Clark. Hamil- ton's breast heaved and his iron jaws frightened their pressure. until the lines of his cheeks were deep furrows of pain.
 Just then there was birdlike move ment, wtngIike rustic, and a light fig ure fitted swiftly across the area. All eyes were turned upon it. Hamilton recoiled, as pale as death, half lifting his hands as if to ward off a deadly blow, and then gay flag was flung out over his head. He saw before him the girl he had shot, but her beau tful face was not waxen now, nor was it cold or lifeIess. The rich red blood was strong under the Drowned yet del icate skin, the eyes were bright and brave, the cherrW lips slightly apart, gave glimpse of pearl white teeth, and the dimples-those roguish dtmples
 twinkled sweet1y.
 Colonel Clark looked on in amaze ment and in spite of himself in ad- miration. He did not understand. The sudden incident had bewildered him, but his virile nature was instantly and wholly charmed Something like a breath of violets shook the tenderest chords of his heart
 Alice stood firmly, statue of tri- umph, her right arm outstretched, holding the flag high above Hamilton's head, and close by her side the little hunchbacl1 Jean was posed in his most characteristic attitude, gazing at the banner which he himself had stolen and kept hidden for Alice's sake and because he loved it.
 There was dead silence for some moments, during which Hamilton's face showed that he was ready to col lapse. Then the keen voice of Oncle Jazon broke forth:
 '''Vive Zhorzh vasinton! vive Ia ban niere d'Alice RoussillonE'
 He sprang to the middle of the area and flung his old cap high in air, with a shrill war whoop.
 'iSt it. hist fiji HjSseZ Ia hauniara