The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-19

Clark, who had turned to the waiting
platoon with the order OF death on his |
lips. She made no noise. save the fut.
rapid pantihg on account of her long.
hard run. She sprang before Long |
Hair and faced the platoon.
you cannot, you shall not kill this
man. she cried In a voice loaded with |
excitement. Put away those gnns!"
Woman never looked more thrillingly |
beautiful TO man than she did just |
then TO all those rough, stern back
woodsmen. During her flight her hair |
had fallen down. and It gfimmered like
soft sunlight around her face. Some.
thing compelling flashed out Of her |
eyes. an expression between a trium-
plant smile and a ray OF irresistible
beseeChmcnt 1t took Colonel Clark's |
breath when he turned and saw her
standing there and heard her words.
This man saved Lieutenant Bever-
ey's life" she presently added. getting
better control Of her voice and sending
into 1t a thrilling timbre. You shall
not harm him: you must not do it,
Beverley was astounded when he
saw her, the thing was so unexpected,
so daring and done with such high, i'm
perious force. Still 1t was but II real.
liza ton of what he had imagined she
would be upon occasion. lie stood gnZ
ing at her. as did all the rest while she
faced Clark and the platoon Of rifle
men. To hear his own name pass her
quivering lips in that tone and in that
connection seemed to him consecrn.
ton.
Would you he more savage than
your Indian prisoner she went on;
less grateful than he for IA life saved?
l did him a small-a very small-scrv
fee once, and in memory Of that he
saved Lieutenant Beverlcy's life, be-
cnuse-bccause" she faltcrcd for a sin
gle breath. then added clearA and with
magnetic sweetness because Iieuten-
ant Beverley loved me and because |
loved him. This Indian Long Hair
showed gratitude that could over
come his strongest passion. You white
men should be ashamed to fall below
his standard"
Her words went home. 1t was as II
the beauty of her face, the magnetism
of her lissome and symmetrical form.
| the sweet fire of her eyes and the pas.
sionate appeal of her voice gave what
she said new and irresistible force OF
truth. When she spoke of Beyerley's
love for her and declared her love for
him there was not manly heart In all
the garrison that did not suddenly beat
quicker and feel strange. sweet watt
OF tenderness. A mother somew here, a
wife, a daughter, a sister. sweetheart,
called through that voice OF absolute
womanhOod.
Beverley, what can do?" muttered
Clark, his bronze face as pale NJ II
could possibly become.
"Dor' Numbered Beverley. do! You
cannot murder that man. Hamilton Is
the man you should shoot. He offered
large rewards, he infamed the passions
and fed the love OF rum and the cupid.
to- Of the poor wild men like the one
standing yonder. Yet you take him
prisoner and treat him with dlstin-
|
ed large sum for me taken alive. a
smaller one for my scalp. Long Hair
saved me. You let Hamilton stand
yonder in perfect safety while you
shoot the Indian. Shame on you. Colo
mel Clark! Shame on you il you do 1t. "
Alice stood looking at the stalwart
commander while Beverley was pour.
ing forth his torrent of scathing refer
ence TO Hamilton, and she quickly saw
that Clark was moved. The moment
was ripe for the finishing stroke. They
say It is genius that nvails Itself of OPP
portunity. Beverley knew the fight
was won when he saw what followed
Alice suddenly left Long Hair and ran
to Colonel Clark, who felt her warm
strong arms loop around him for n sin
gle point of time. never to be effaced
from his memory; then he saw her
kneeling at his feet her hands up
stretched, her face glorious prayer
while she pleaded the Indians cause
and won 1t.
Doubtless while we all rather fee
that Clark was weak to be thus sway
ed by girl, we cannot quite blame
him AliCe's flag was over him. II.
had heard her history from Beverey's
cunning lips. He actually believed thai
Hamilton was the real culprit. and be
sides he felt not a little nauseated with
executing Indians. A good excuse tC
have an end Of II all did not go beg
ging.
But Long Hair was barely gone oyel
the horizon from the fort, as free and
as villainous savage as ever trod the
earth when discovery made by Oncl'
Jazon caused Clark to hate himself fo'
what he had done.
The old scout picked up the scalI
which Long Hair had flung at Hamil
ton and examined It with odious curl
osity. He had fingered on the spo
with no other purpose than TO get pos
session OF that CHASTITY relic Since los
ing his own scalp the subject OF crow
locks had grown upon his mind unit
its fascination was irresistible. ii
studiad tho hair nf pynry Dpraan no aa Y