Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1904-03-31

OF the water. There are to be no more
raids between the colonies of New
England and New France The Hurons
are to give back their English pris-
oners. and the Iroquois are to return
all their captiVes to the French The
Western tribes are to render up their
| prisoners also. be they French, Eng
| lish, Huron or Iroquois The errand
of carrying this news was offered to
me. It agreed well enough with my
own private purposes. had tracked
I you. Mr. Law, to Montreal, lost you
on the Richelieu, and was glad enough
to take up this chance of finding you
farther to the West. And now, by the
| justice of heaven, as | have said,
have found you easily"
And has Sir Arthur gone to sheriff
ing? Has my friend become constable?
Is Sir Arthur a spy? Because, look
France, nor Albany. This is Mesa
sebe. This is my valley. / rule here.
Now, if kings, or constables. or even
/ spies, wish to find John Law why
here is John Law Now watch your
people, and go you carefully here, else
/ that may follow which will be i'll ex-
| tinguished
Pembroke flung down his sword upon
the ground in front Of him.
You are lucky, Mr. Law" said he,
lucky as ever. But surely, never was
man so eminently deserving of death
as yourself
You do me very much honor, Sir
| Arthur, replied Law Here is your
sword, sir STOPPING. he picked it up
and handed it to the other Z did
but Ill if | refused to accord satisfac-
ton to one bringing me such speech as
that Tis we'll you wear your weap-
ons. Sir Arthur, since you come thus
as emissary of the Great Peacei know
you for a gentleman. and shall ask
no parole of you tonight; but mean
time let US wait until tomorrow,
when / promise you shall be eager
as yourself Comei We can stand
here guessing and talking no longer.
am weary of it,"
They came now to the gate of the
stockade, and there Pembroke stood
for moment in surprise and perplex-
ity. He was not prepared to meet this
dark-haired. wide-eyed girl, clad in
native dress of skin, with tinkling
metals at wrist and ankle, and on her
feet the tiny, beaded shoes. For her
part, Mary Connynge, filed with
womans curiosity, was yet less pre-
pared for that which appeared before
| her an apparition. as ran her first
thought. come to threaten and alright.
Sir Arthur" she began, her tremb-
ling tongue but half forming the words
Her eyes stared in terror, and beneath
her dark skin the blood shrank away
and left her pale. She recoiled from
him, her left hand carrying behind her
instinetively the babe that lay on her
arm
Sir Arthur bowed, but found no
word. He could only look questioning
II at Law.
Madam. said the latter. Sir Ar
thur Pembroke Journeys through as
| the messenger of Lord Bellomont. gov
ernor at Albany, to spread peace among
| the Western tribes. He has by mere
chance blundered upon our valley, and
will delay over night. It seemed we'll
you should be advised.
Mary Connynge. gray and pale, hag-
gard and Mortified, dreading all things
and knowing nothing, found no manner
| of reply. Without a word she turned
and fed back into the cabin.
| Sir Arthur once more looked about
him. Motioning to the others of the
party to remain outside the gate, Law
| led him within the stockade. On one
hand stood Pierre NOR, tall, silent,
! impassive as savage, leaning
upon his gun and fixing on
| the red coat of the English uniform an
eye none too friendly Jean Breboeuf,
| his piece half ready and his voluble
| tongue half on the point of breaking
over restraint, Law quoted with a
gesture. Back of these, ranged in a
silent yet watchful group, their weap-
ons well in hand, stood numbers of the
savage allies of this new war-lord.
| Pembroke turned to Law again.
You are strongly stationed, sir; but
! / do not understand
ut is my home"
But yet-why?7
AS well this as any, where one
leaves an old life and begins new, =
said Law. Tis as good place as
| any If one would leave all behind. and
| if he would forget
.sAnd this-that is to say-madam ?''
Sir Arthur stumbled in his speech.
John Law looked him straight in the
eye. a slow. sad smile apon his face
Had we here the plank of poor La
Sale his ship" said he, we might
nail the message Of that other renee
gade above our door Nous sommes
tous sauyages
CHAPTER XIV.
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