Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1904-01-21

loWuSiutn ana person OF some I'M
portanCc here. believe, Will surely be
saved 10y IT, You'd better consider,
mndcmolscllc You wouldn't like 20
cause the death of man"
"Who Is itT" she frankly demanded
1T is the mayor, the big man Of your
town NJ Rousslllon, | think he calls
himself He's got himself into n tight
place Hen be shot tomorrow morning
n that flag Is not produced. Governor
Hamilton has 40 ordered, and what lac
orders is done"
You Jest monsieur"
II assure you that speak the plain
truth"
You Will probably catch NJ Roussll-
Ion before you shoot him" She tossed
her head
lie is already a prisoner in the
fort"
Alice turned pale.
Monsieur. il this trueT" Her voice
had lost its happy tone. Are you tell
ing me that to-
You can verify IL, mademoiselle. 10y
calling upon the commander AT the
fort I am sorry that you doubt my
ycrlcity II you viii 90 with me
viii show YOU NJ Rousslllon "A tightly
bound prisoner"
Jean had crcpt ont Of the gate and
was standing just behind Alice. with
his feet wide apart. his long chin Gle
waited his head resting far back be-
tween hls upthrust shoulders. his
hands in his pockets. his uncanny eyes
gazing steadily al Farnsworth. lie
looked like a dcformcd frog ready 20
jump
Alice unmlstakably saw truth in the
captains countcnnncc and felt II IN
hIs voicc. The reality came 90 her
with unhindcrcd effect NJ Roussil
Ions life depended upon the return OF
the flag she put her hands together
and FOR moment covered her eyes
with them.
Il will 20 now. mndemolsellc. said
Fausworth, but | hope you Will be-
IN great haste about returning the
dag
Jean took hold OF Alicc's dress as she
turned 90 20 back into the house
'ls be- going 20 take the fag7 Can
ho find ~ What does ho want with
~ What did you do with the flag.
Aliccy' he whincd In his peculiar.
quavcrIng voice. where is itT'
Her skirt dragged him along Cs she
walked.
Where did you put II. Aliccf"
Father Bcrct hid II under his floor"
she answered involuntarily and almost
unconsciously. Il shall have 10 take
II back and give IL up"
"No-no-I wouldn't" he quavcred.
dancing across the veranda as she
quickoncd her pace and fairly spun
him along Il wouldn't let em have
IL at all"
Alice's mind was working with light
ming speed Her Imagination took
strong grip on the situation so briefly
and effectively skctchcd by Captain
Farnsworth Her decision formed It
self quickly.
stay here. Jean. ! am going 20 the
fort Don't tell Mamma Roussillon n
thing BE good boy"
She was gone before Jean could say
"A word She meant 20 face Hamilton
nj once ana bc sure what danger men
accd VI Itoussillon. or course. the
nag must bc given up II that would
save her foster father any pain. and
n his life were In question there could
not Dee too great haste on her part.
She ran directly 10 the stockade cato
and breathierAly Informed n sentinel
that she must see Governor Hamilton,
into whose presence she was soon led
Captain Farnsworth had preceded her
but a minute or two, and was present
when she entered the miserable shed
room where the commander was hav-
ing another talk with NJ. Roussillon
The meeting was tableau which
would have been comical but for the
pressure of its tragic possibilities.
frowning upon NJ. Roussillon. who sat
upon the ground, his feet and hands
tightly bound. colossal statue OF In
jurcd innocence.
Alice, as soon as she saw NJ Roussil-
Ion, uttered a cry of sympathetic en-
dearmcnt and dung herself toward him
with open arms She could not reach |
lround his great shoulders, but she |
did her best to include the whole bulk |
Papa! Papa Roussillonr' she CHR
ruped between the kisses that she |
showered upon his weather beaten
face.
Hamilton and Farnsworth regarded |
the scene with curious and surprised |
interest NJ. Roussillon began speak |
Ing rapidly. but being a Frenchman
he could not get on well with his
tongue while his hands were tied He
could shrug his shoulders; that helped
him some
Il am to be shot. ma petite" he pa
thctically growlcd I'm his deep bass
voice; "shot like a dog at sunrise to.
Alice kissed NJ. Roussillon's rough |
'hoek once more and sprang TO her
feet facing Hamilton.
You are not such n hend and brute
rs 10 kill Papa Roussillon," she cried.
Why do you want to inJure my poor,
xooda mana p