The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-10-12

she ulu not ma ncf lOckel. III was
miles and miles away, close to the heart
Of her lover. If she could but have
known this 1t would have comfortcd
her. Beverley had intended to leave 1t
with Jean, but in his haste and excite.
mcnt he forgot Writing the note dis
tractcd his attention, and so he bore
Alice's picture on his breast and in his
heart while pursuing his long and
pGrllOus journey.
Four of IlamiltOn's scouts came up.
on Beverley twenty miles south OF Vim
ccnncs but having the advantage of
them he killed two almost Immediately
and, after Il running fight the other
two attempted escape In "A canoe on
the Wabash Here, firing from bluff,
he wounded third. Both then plunged
headfOrcmost into the water, and by
keeping below the surface got away.
The adventure gave beverley new
spirit and self reliance. lie felt that
he could accomplish anything ncces
sary to his undertaking. In the cap.
tured piroguc he crossed the river, and,
| to make his trail hard TO find sent the
] Illlf ~ AT lhl III h'N " Nil' WI l'ilNs
Then alone, in the dead of winter. he
| took his bearings and struck across the
drcary, housclcss plain toward st
| Louis.
! As soon as IIamilton's discounted
scouts reported to him he sent Long
Hair, with twenty picked saynges
armed ana supplied for continuous and
/ ,.f1 In, t,ttrgtttt ~ Inynrlay
! There was 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-.
tircly tn desert her for n time. She
was proud to find out that Beverley
had shown himself brave and capable
It touched her love of hcroism-but she
knew too much about Indian warfare
to hope that he could hold his own
against Long Hair, the widest and
bOldcst of scalp hunters, and twenty
of the most experienced braves I'm
Hamlton's forces. lie would almost
certainly he killed and sCalpcd or cap
tured and brought back to be shot or
hanged In Ninccnncs. The thought
chilled and curdled her blood
Both Helm and Father Bcret tried to
encourage ana comfort her by repre-
scnting the probabilities in the fairest
light
ITS like hunting for Il needle in II
haystaCk, going out to find man in
that wilderness" said Helm, with opti-
mistic checrfulncss, land, besides, Bev-
erlcy is no easy dose for twenty red
niggers to take. I've seen him tried ut
worse odds than that, and he got out
with II whole skin too. Don't you fret
about him, Miss Roussillon."
Little help came TO her from attempts
OF this sort. She might brighten up
for awhile, hut the dark dread and the
terrible gnawing at her heart, the sink.
Ing and dcsparing in her soul, could
not be cured.
What added immcasureably to hei
distress was the attention of Farms
worth. whose wound troubled him but
short time. He seemed to have had
n revelation and change of spirit
since the unfortunate rcnCountcr anf
the subsequent nursing Mt Allce's
hands. He was grave, earnest, kindly
evidently striving TO play n gentle ant
honorable part. She could feel that IN
carried load of regret, that he wanteI
to pay full price In good for the cvi
that he had done. His sturdy Englisl
heart was rIghting itself nobly, yet sh
but half understood him until his nc
tions and words began TO betray hi
love, and then she hated him unreasou
ably, Realizing this, FarnswoHh Dor
himself more like faithful dog thaI
in the manlsr hitherto habitual to him
, lie simply Swallowed Alice and wOul
not be rcbuffed. Never was u good sol
, dier-fOr he was that from head to foo
more lovelorn and love docile. RI
Vaidcn had completely subdued tn
man.
About this time, deep in rainy an
pitch black night, Gaspard Roussillo
came home. lie tapped on the doc
again and again. Alice heard. but sh
hesltatcd to speak or move. Was sh
, growing cowardly2 Her heart bea
like u drum. There was but one PEI
son in all the world that she coul
think OF; 1t was not NJ. RoussilloT
All, no; she had well nigh forgottc
her gigantic foster father.
ut is |. ma Chcrie; 1t is Gaspard, m
I love. Open the door" came in a boom
ing half whisper from without. "Alic,
Jean, It is your Papa Roussilou, m
dcars Let me in"
Alice was at the door In a minute
unbarring it. NJ RouSsillon entered
armed to the teeth. the water drlbblin
} from his buckskln clothes.
"Pouf" he exclaimed MY throat /
like dust" His thoughts were divin
7 into the stores under the floor. II M
famished. Dear children, dear littl
] ones! They are glad to see papa! Wher
is your mammaY
He had Alice In his arms and Jeal
Clung TO his legs. Nine. ROussillon, t
, be sure OF no mistake, lighted lam
: with a brand that smoldered on tn
, hearth and held 1t up; then, satisfied a