Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1904-03-31

S4SlduCe al pcISuduAnS AlCc " hurry
him at once, SO az to go with him on
what proved to be delightful wedding
Journey through the great wilderness
to the Old Dominion. Springs verdure
burst abroad on the sunny hills as they
slowly went their way. The mating
birds sang in every blooming brake
and grove by which they passed, and
in their joyous hearts they heard the
bubbling Of loves eternal fountain.
Our story must end here, because at
this point its current flows away for
ever from old vincennes, and it was
only Of the post on the Wabash that
we set out to make record. What
befell Alice and Beverley after they
went to Virginia we could go on to tell,
but that would be another story. Suf-
fee It to say, they lfved happily ever
after, or at least somewhat beyond
threescore and ten, and left behind
them q good name and numerous de-
scendants.
How Alice found out her family in
Virginia we are not Informed, but after
a lapse of some years from the date of
her marriage there appears in one of
her letters reference to an estate in
herited from her Tarleton ancestors,
and her name appears in old records
signed in full, Alice Tarleton Beverley.
A descendant of hers still treasures the
locket. with its broken miniature and
battered crest, which won Beverley's
life from Long Hair, the savage. Be-
side it, as carefully guarded, is the In
dian charm stone that stopped Hamil-
toms bullet over Alice's heart. The ra.
piers have somehow disappeared, and
there is a tradition in the Tarleton
family that they were given by Alice
to Gaspard Roussillon, who after Nine.
Roussillon's death in 1890 went to New
Orleans, where he stayed year or
two before embarking for France,
whittier he took with him the beautiful
pair of colechenardes and Jean, the
hunchback.
Oncle Jazon lived in Vincennes many
years after the war was over, but he
died at Natchez, Miss, when ninety
three years old. He said with almost
his last breath that lie couldn't shoot
very we'll even in his best days. bu.
that he had upon various occasions
''jes' kind O. happened to hit a In;un in
the lef' eye" They used to tell Il story
as late as General Harrison's stay in
Vincennes about how Onclc Jazc:l b,:
led his collection of scaips with gre:s.ss
funeral solemnity as his part of the
celebration of peace and Independence
about the year 1884.
Good old Father Beret died suddenly
soon after Alice's marriage and deiH.'.
ture for Virginia. He was found lyiu.
face downward on the floor of his cab.
in. Near him on smooth part of Il
puncheon we're the widowed. frag-
ments of letter which he had been ar
ranging as IL to read its contents.
Doubtless it was the same letter
brought to him by Rene de Ronvillc, as
recorded in an early chapter of our
story. The fragments were gathered
up and buried with him. His dust lies
under the present Church Of st. Xavier.
the dust Of as noble a man and as true
q priest as ever sacrificed himself for
the good Of humanity.
In after years Simon Kenton visited
Beverley and Alice in their Virginia
home. To his dying day he was fond
Of describing their happy and hospita-
BILE welcome and the Injuries to which
they introduced him. They lived in a
stately white mansion on hill over
looking vast tobacco plantation
where hundreds Of negro slaves worked
and sang BY day and frolicked BY
night. Their Oldest child was named
Fitzhugh Gaspard. Kenton died in
1896.
There remains but one little fact
worth recording before We close the
book. In the year 1900. on the Fourth
Of July. certain leading French fami-
y Of Yincennes held . patriotic reun.
ion during which . little old mar was
pcoduced and it, story told. Some ono