Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1903-12-12

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running her fingers about her neck and
into her bosom.
"oh, father Father Beret, I've lost
my locketr' she cried. 'see n I
dropped II there"
She went back to the gate. searching
the ground with her eyes. or course
she did not find her locket. II was
miles and miles away, close to the heart
Of her lover II she could but have
known this It would have comforted
her. Beverley had intended to leave It
with Jean, but In his haste and excite
ment he forgot. Writing the note dis.
tracted his attention, and 80 he bore
Alice's picture on his breast and In his
heart while pursuing his long and
perilous Journey.
Four Of Hamilton's scouts came up.
on Beverley twenty miles south OF Vim
cennes, but having the advantage OF
them he killed two almost Immediately
and, after a running fight. the other
two attempted escape In canoe on
the Wabash. Here, firing from blum,
he wounded n third. Both then plunged
headforemost into the water. and by
keeping below the surface got away.
The adventure gave Beverley new
spirit and self reliance. He felt that
he could accomplish anything neces.
sary TO his undertaking. In the cap.
tured pirogue he crossed the river, and,
to make his trail hard to find sent the
little craft adrift down the current.
Then alone, In the dead Of winter. he
took his bearings and struck across the
dreary, houseless plain toward ST.
Louis.
As soon as Hamilton's discounted
scouts reported to him he sent Long
Hair, with twenty picked savages
armed and supplied for continuous and
rapid marching, In pursuit OF Beverley.
There was a large reward for bringing
him In alive, smaller one for his
scalp.
When Alice heard OF all this her
buoyant and happy nature seemed en-.
tirely to desert her for a time. She
was proud to find out that Beverley
had shown himself brave and capable
II touched her love OF herolsm-but she
knew too much about Indian warfare
to hope that he could hold his own
against Long Hair the willest ana
boldest Of scalp hunters. and twenty
OF the most experienced braves In
Hamilton's forces. He would almost
certainly be killed and scalped or cap
tured and brought back to be shot or
hanged In Vincennes. The thought
chilled and curdled her blood
Both Helm aud Father Beret tried 10
encourage and comfort her by repre-
senting the probabilities In the falrest
light
TITS like hunting for a needle In
haystack. going out 10 find a man IN
that wilderness" said Helm. with optI-
mlstic cheerfulness. "and. besides. Bev.
erley Is no easy dose for twenty red
nlggers TO take. I've seen him tried at
worse odds than that, and he got out
with a whole skin too. Don't you fret
about him. Miss Rousslllon."
Little help came 10 her from attempts
OF this sort. She might brighten up
FOR awhile but the dark dread and the
terrible gnawing at her heart. the sink.
Ing and despairing In her soul. could
not he cured.
What added immeasureably 10 her
distress was the attention OF Farms.
worth, whose wound troubled him but
n short time. He seemed 20 have had
revelation aud change OF spirit
since the unfortunate rencounter and
the subsequent nursing at Alice's
hands. He was grave, earnest. kindly.
evidently striving TO play a gentle and
honorable part She sould feel that he
carried a load Of regret, that be wanted
TO pay full price In good for the evil
that he had done His sturdy English
heart was rightlng itself nobly, yet she
but half understood him until his ac-
tions and words began TO betray his
love. and then she hated him unreasOn-
ably. Realizing this, Farnsworlh bore
himself more like a faithful dog than
IN the manner hitherto habitual 20 him.
He simply Swallowed Alice and would
not be rebuffed. Never was good sol
dler-for he was that from head 10 foot
more loyelorn and love dOclle. The
maiden had completely subdued the
man.
About this time. deep in a rainy ana
pitch black night, Gaspard R0usaillon
came home. lie tapped on the door
again and again. Alice heard, but she
hesltated 10 speak or move, Was she
growing cowardiyi Her heart beat
like a drum. There was but one per
son In all the world that she could
think OF: it was not NJ. Roussillon.
All. no: she had well nigh forgotten
her gigantic foster father.
III Is /. una cherie; II Is Gaspard, ny
love. Open the door" came In boom
ing had whisper from without alice,
Jean. II IA your Papa Rousslllon. my
dears Let me In
Alice was al the door In a minute.
unbarrlng H. NJ. ROussillon entered.
armed 10 the teeth, the water dribbling
from bis buckskin clothes.
"POuf" De exclaimed. my throat IL
ike dust" Hts thoughts were diving
into the stores under the hOor. Il am
furnished. Dear children. dear little
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