Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-11-06

IN his bonnet. He was not bad heart
cd fellow. Many right good young
man before him and since has loved an
Adrienne and been dazzled by an Alice.
violet is sweet but rose is the gar
dcn's queen. The poor youthful from
tiersman ought to have been stronger.
but he was not, and what have we to
say?
The dance did not come off. 1t had
to be postponed indefinitely on account
of grave change in the political rela-
tions of the little post. A day or two
before the time set for that function
rumor ran through the town that
something of importance was about to
happen. Father Gibault, at the head
of IA small party, had arrived from
Kaskaskia, far away on the Mississippi.
with the news that France and the
American colonies had made common
cause against the English in the great
war of which the people of Vincennes
neither knew the cause nor cared a
straw about the outcome.
1t was Oncle Jazon who came to the
RoussillOn place to tell NJ. Roussillon
that he was wanted at the river house
Alice met him at the door.
Come in, Oncle Jazon," she cheerily
said. you are getting to be a stranger
at our house lately. Come in What
news do you bring? Take off your cap
and rest your hair, Oncle Jazon."
The scalpless old fighter chucSled
raucously and bowed to the best of his
ability. He not only took off his queer
cap, but looked into it with a startled
gaze, as if he expected something in
finitely dangerous to jump out and
seize his nose.
"a thousand thanks, m'amsele," he
presently said "Will We please tell
M'sieu' Roussllon that | would wish
to see iimf'
"Yes, Oncle Jazon; but first be seated
and let me offer you just drop of eau
de vie, some that Papa Roussillon
brought back with him from Quebec
He says it's old and fine"
She poured him n full glass. then,
setting the bottle on little stand went
to find NJ Roussillon While she was
absent Oncle .Tazon improved his OPP
portunity to the fullest extent. At least
three additional glasses of the brandy
went the way of the first He grinned
atrocously and smacked his corrugat-
ed lips, but when Gaspard Roussillon
came in the old man was sitting at
some distance from the bottle and
glass, gazing indifferently out across
the veranda. He told his story curtly
Father Gibault he said. had sent him
to ask NJ. Roussillon to come to the
river house. as he had news of great
Importance to communicate.
"Ah, well. Oncle Jazon. We'll have Il
nip of brandy together before we 60"
said the host.
"Why. yes. ies' one ag'in' the broiin
weather" assented Oncle Jazon. Il
don't mind jes one"
"A very rich friend of mine in Que
bee gave me this brandy, Oncle Jazon.'
said NJ. Roussillon, pouring the liquor
with a grand flourish. land l thought
of you as soon as | got it. Now, says
| to myself. if any man knows good
brandy when he tastes it. it's Oncle
JaZon. and I'll give him a good chance
at this bottle just the first of all my
friends"
1T surely is delicious" said Oncle
Jazon very delicious" He spoke
French with a curious accent. having
slsnt long years with English speaking
frontersmen in the Carolinas and Ken
lucky. so that their lingo had become
his own.
AS they walked side by side down the
way to the river house they looked like
typical extremes of rough. sunburned
and weather tanned manhood Oncle
JaZon wizened. diminutive scrap.
wrinklcd and odd in every respect;
Gaspaln ROussilon towering six feet
two. wide shouldered, massive, lumber
ing. muscular. a giant. with long curl
ing hair and a superb beard They did
not know that they We're going down
to help dedicate the great northwest to
freedom.