Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-09-01
saucy mouth.

saucy mouth.
Something or other seems to have
excited you nightly, ma file. You
are a trifie impulsively inclined today"
Yes, Father Beret; yes, know, and
l am ashamed. My heart shrinks when
/ think of what did. But / was so
glad, such a grand joy came all oNer
me when | saw him so strong and
brave and beautiful coming toward me,
smiling that warm, glad smile and
holding out his arms-ah, when l saw
all that-when knew for sure that he
was not dead. 1, why, father-I just
had to. l couldn't help it."
Father Beret laughed In spite of him
self, but quickly managed to resume
his severe countenance.
"Ta, tai he exclaimed. at was q
bold thing for little girl to do.''
$50 it was, so it was. But it was also
bold thing for him to do--to come
back after he was dead and scalped
and look so handsome and grand I'm
ashamed and sorry, father. but - but
I'm afraid 1 might do it again if-well,
don't care if did! So there, nowr'
But what in the world are you talk
ing about?" interposed Adrienne. Evi-
IDENTIFY they were discussing a most in
teresting matter of which she knew
nothing and that did not suit her fem
inine curiosity. Tell me-" She pulled
Father Beret's sleeve. Tell me,
sayr
1t is probable that Father Beret
would have pretended to betray Alice's
source of mingled delight and embar-
rassment had not the rest Of the Bour-
eier household returned In time to
break up the conversation. A little
later Alice gave Adrienne vividly
dramatic account of the whole scene.
"Ah, mon Dieuw exclaimed the pc
Ute brunette after she had heard the
exciting story. ''That was just like
you, Alice. You always do superb
things. You were born to do them.
You shoot Captain Farnsworth, you
wound Lieutenant Barlow, you climb
IN to the fort and set up your flag; yoh
take 1t down again and run away with
1t, you get shot and you DO not die, you
kiss your lover right before a whole
garrison. Bon Dieu, If l could but do
all those things!' She clasped her tiny
hands before her and added rather de-
jectedly:
But l couldn't, couldn't. couldn't
kiss man in that way!'
Late In the evening news came to
Roussillon place, where Gaspard Rous-
sillon was once more happy in the
midst of his little family, that the In
dian Long Hair had just been brought
to the fort and would be shot ON the
following day. scouting party cap
tured him as he approached the town
bearing at his belt the fresh scalp Of
white man. He would have been killed
forthwith, but Clark, who wished to
avoid a repetition of the savage venge-
ance meted out to the Indians on the
previous day, had given strict orders
that all prisoners should be brought in
to the fort, where they were to have
fair trial by court martial.
Both Helm and Beverley were ut
Roussillon place, the former slipping
wine and chatting with Gaspard, the
latter, Of course, lowering around AL
Ice after the manner of a hungry bee
around particularly sweet and deli
ciously refractory flower. 1t was rain
ing slowly, the fine drops coming
straight down through the cold still
February air, but the two young peo-
pie found 1T pleasant enough for them
on the veranda, where they walked
back and forth, making fair exchange
of the exciting experiences which had
hot fhar 1,rr.i fhatr 1ono
ton. Between the lines of these mutu-
al recitals sweet, fresh echoes of the
old, old story went from heart to heart
an ampbean love bout like that of
spring birds calling tenderly back and
forth in the blooming Maytime woods.
Both Captain Helm and NJ. Roussil-
lon were delighted to hear Of Long
Hairs capture and certain fate, but
neither of them regarded the news as
of sufficient Importance to need much
comment. They did not think of telling
Beverley and Alice. Jean, however,
lying awake in his little bed, overheard
the conversation, which he repeated to
Alice next morning with great circum-
stantiality.
Having the quick insight bred of
frontier experience, Alice instantly
caught the terrible significance of the
dilemma in which she and Beverley
would be placed by Long Hairs situa-
ton. Moreover, something in her heart
arose with irresistible power demand
ing the final, the absolute human SYM
pathy and gratitude. No matter what
deeds Long Hair had committed that
were evil beyond forgiveness, he had
done for her the all atoning thing. He
had saved Beverley and sent him back
to her.
With q start and chill of dread, she
thought, "What If it is already too
late?"
But her nature could not hesitate. To
feel the demand Of an exigency was
to act. She snatched a wrap from its
peg on the wall and ran as fast as she
could to the fort. People who met her
flying along wondered, staring after
her, what could be urging her so that
she saw nobody, checked herself for
nothing, ran splashing through the pud-