Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1903-12-19
(Continued.)
CHAPTER XIII.
A MEETING IN THE WILDERNESS

wN EVERLEY set out on his mid
N winter journey to Kaskaskia
with a tempest in his heart.
b and It was perhaps the storms
onergy that gave him the courage to
eace undaunted and undoubtng what
his experience must have told him Law
IN his path. What meant suffering TO
bim IL hs could but rescue Alice? And
what were life should he fail to rescue
ber2 The old, old song hummed in his
hpart every phrase Of 1t distinct above
The tumult of the storm. Could cold
and hunger, swollen streams, ravenous
Wild beasts and scalp hunting savages
4 5affle him2 No; there is no barrier
mat can hinder love. He said this over
and over to himself after his rencoun-
i ter with the four Indian scouts on the
! wabash. He repeated It with every
4 heart beat until he fell In with some
friendly red men, who took him to their
camp, where, to his great surprise, he
met NJ. Roussillon. II was his song
when again he strobe off toward the
west on his lonely way.
He did not know that Long Hair and
his band were fast on his track but
The knowledge could not have urged
him TO greater haste. lie strained ev.
cry muscle to its utmost, kept every
nerve 70 the highest tension. Yonder
toward the west was help for Alice.
That was all he cared for.
But IL Long Hair was pursuing him
with relentless greed for the reward Of
fered by Hamilton there were friendly
footsteps still nearer behind him, and
one day at high noon while he was
bending over little fire broiling some
liberal cuts of venison a finger tapped
him on the shoulder. He sprang up
and grappled Oncle JaZon. At the same
time standing near by, he saw Simon
\ Kenton. his old time Kentucky friend.
The pungled features of one and the
fne, rugged face Of the other swan as
in mist before Beverleys eyes. Ken
ton was laughing quietly, his strong,
upright form shaking to the force Of
bis pleasure. He was in the early
prime of vigorous life, not handsome,
but strllIingly attractive by reason Of a
certain glow in his face and kindly
aash I'm his deep set eyes.
swell, well, my boyr he exclaimed,
laying his left hand on Beverley's
shoulder, while in the other he held a
long, heavy rifle. "I'm glad to see ye,
glad TO see yew
Thought we was Injuns, eh?' said
0ncla Jazpn. AN ef we had "A been
we'd n been shore O your scalp" The
Wlzened old creole cackled gleefully.
"And where are ye goln'" demand
ed Kenton. "Ye're maxim what lacks
a heap o. beln' a bee line for some
place or other"
Beverley was dazed and vacant mind
ed. Things seemed wavering and dim.
He pushed the two men from him and
gazed at them without speaking Their
presence and voices did not convince
him.
"Yer meats a-burnin'" said Oncle
Jazon, STOPPING to turn 1t on the smol-
dering Goals. "Ye must be hungry
oookin' enough for regiment
Kenton shook Beverley with rough
familiarity as II 10 rouse his faculties,
whats the matterI Fttz, my lau'
don't ye know 81 Kenton? It's not so
long since we were like brothers ana
now ye don't speak TO me. fe've not
forgotten me. FitzW
"Mebby he don't like ye as well as
ye thought he did" drawled oncie
Jazon. "I hev known o. fellers a-Deih
mistaken tes' thet way"
Beverley got his wits together as pest
be could, taking in the situation Dy
such degrees as seemed at the time I'M
duly slow, but which were really mere
momentAry gatherings.
"Why, Kenton! JazonF he presently
exclaimed, a cordial gladness piehuihs
with his surprise. How dld you se'
here7 Where did you come fromF
He looked from one TO the other pacN
and forth, with a wondering snne
breaking over his bronzed and deter-
mined face.
We've been hot on yer trail Tor tlilr' ,i
ty hours" said Kenton. "kousslllot
put us on It back yonder. But wna'
are ye up to? Where are ye goin
I'm going TO Clark at hasKasSia ~ ~
bring him yonder" He waved ms n
hand eastward. Il am going 10 t"As
Vincennes and kill Hamilton
"Well, ye're takin' mlghV queel
course, my boy. If ye ever expect 70 70
ind Kaskaskia. Ye're already twenty
miles too far south"
"Carryin' his gun on the same snou'' %
der all the time" said onele 'aloli' .1
has made i'm kind O. swing III eul ~
like. 'Tain't good luck nohow 10 ,S1,i.,, TSilS
yer gun on yer lef' shoulder " uen n
ye do it meks ye take a longer sStb .b
with yer right foot than ye 90 VIZ W.
yer ler, an ye can't walk suSisu ~ ~
line TO save yer liver. Ventreoieu' -
venaison brule encore! Look al tii"'
dasted meat burnin' aginF -n
He jumped back to the hre 10 'u'"
the scOrching cuts. "a
Beverley wrung Kentons manu- 49, -,
looked into his eyes as a man ~
when an old friend comes suddenly ~ Vu'
OF the naat so N say, and brings tA0