Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1904-05-12

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Beverley wns astounded when he
saw her. the thing was 50 unexpected.
30 daring and done with such high. im-
pcrious force. still II was but a real
ization OF what he had imagined she
would be upon occasion. lie stood ga2-
ing M her, M did all the rest, while she
faced Clark and the platoon of ride
men. To hear his own name pass her
quiverlng lips In that tone and In that
connection seemed 10 him consecra-
tion.
Would you bc more savage than
your Indian prisoner she went on,
less grateful than he for a life saycdl
l did him small very small-scry-
Ice once, and I'm memory OF that he
saved Lieutenant Bcycrlcy's life. bc-
cause because" she faltcred for sin
gle breath. then added clearly and with
magnetic sweetness because Licutcn-
ant Beverley loved me and because !
loved him This Indian Long Hair
showed "a gratitude that could over
come his strongest passion. You white
men should be ashamed TO fail below
his standard "
Her words went home. II was AZ II
the beauty OF her face. the magnetism
Of her llssome and symmetrical form,
the sweet FIRE OF her eyes and The pas
siunatc appeal OF her voice gave what
she said new and Irresistible force Of
truth when she spoke OF Beverley
love Tor her aud declared her love Tor
him there was not a manly heart IN all
the garrison that did not suddenly beat
quicker and feel strange, sweet wait
of tenderness. A mother somewhere, %
wife. n daughter. n sister. "a sweetheart
called through that voice OF absolute
womnnhood.
beverley. what can doT muttercd
Clark his bronze face as pale as II
could possibly become
Dor Numbered Beverley. do, You
cnnnot murder that man. Hamilton i
the man you should shoot. lie offered
large rewards. hc inhnmcd the passions
and fed the love of rum and the cupid
~ OF the poor Wild men Ike the one
standing yonder. Yet you take him
prisoner and treat him with distin-
guished consideration Hamilton ofIer
I'd 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 II you do it
Alice stnod looking at the stalwari
commander while Beverley was pour
Ing forth bis torrent of scathlng refer
cncc 20 Hamilton. and she quickly saw
that Clark was moved The moment
was ripe for the finishing stroke They
say II is genius that avails itself OF op.
portunltv Beverley knew the fight
was won when he saw what followed
Alice suddenly left Long Hair and ran
90 Colonel Clark. who felt her warm.
strong arms loop around him for sin
gle point OF time never 20 bc cflaccd
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 t.
Doubtless, while we all rather feel
that Clark was weak 10 be thus sway
cd by a girl we cannot quite blame
him. Alicc's flag was over him. lie
had heard her history from Beverlcy's
cunning lips. He actually believed that
Hamilton was the real culprlt. and bc
sides he felt not n little nauscatcd with
executing Indians A good excuse 90
have an end OF II all did not go beg
glng.
But Long Hair was barely gone over
the horizon from the fort. as free and
as villainous savage ms ever trod the
earth. when discovery made by Oncle
Jazon cnuscd Clark TO hate himself for
what he had done.
The old scout picked up the scalp
which Long Hair had flung at lIamil
ton and examined Il with odious curl
oslty. He had fingered on the spot
with no other purpose than 10 get pos
session OF that CHASTITY relic Since los
ing his own scalp the subject Of crown
locks had grown upon his mind until
its fascination was irresistible. He
studied the hair of every person he saw
ms n physiognomist studies faces. He
held the grcwsome thing up before him,
scrutinlzlng II with the expression of
Il connolsseur who has discovered on a
grimy canvas the signature of an old
master.
Sac bleu" he presently broke forth
well, I'll be Look'ee yer, George
Clark. Come yer an look. Ye've been
sold ag'ln. Take Il sQuint, ef We please3'
Colonel Clark. with his hands crossed
behind him, his face thoughtfully con
tractcd, was walking slowly To and fro
n little way Off. He turned about when
Oncle Jazon spoke.
what now, Jazonf"
"a mighty heap right now, that's
what Come yer an let me show yc.
Yer fine sort o. eeJlt now, amt yer
The two men walked toward each
other and met Oncle Jazon held mp
the scalp with one hand, pointing Mt II
with the index finger of the other.
"This here scalp come off'n Rene de
Ronvilles head"
"And who is hef"
ho Va NAV ruoIl ny thnt