The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-24

appreciated on Adrienne's mind. for all
her thoughts went with her eyes to-
ward Rene and Alice. Nor was Bever-
ley so absorbed In his partners behalf
that he ever for a moment willingly
lost sight of the floating bun gown, the
shining brown hair and tlS beautiful
face. which formed indeed. the center
Of attraction for all eyes.
1t was some time before Beverley
could again secure Alice for dance,
and he found 1t annoying him afro.
, ciously to see her smile swcCtly on
some buCkskin clad lout who looked
like an Indian and danced like II Part
sian He did not greatly enjoy most
of his partners they could not appeal
TO any side Of his nature just then.
| Not that he at all times stood too much
on his aristocratic traditions. or lacked
the virile traits common to vigorous
and worldly minded men, but the con.
trast between Alice and the other girls
! present was somehow an abSSutc bar
to democratic freedom Of the sort de
manded by the occasion. lie met
Father Bcret and passed few pleas.
ant words with him.
They have honorcd your flag, my
son, | am glad to See" the priest said.
pointing with n smile to where. in one
corner, the banner that bore Alices
name was effectively drapcd.
Beverley had not noticed ii before.
and when he presently got possession
of Alice he asked her TO tell him the
story of how she planted II on the fort
although he had heard IL to the last
detail from Father Bcret Just mo-
ment ago. They stood together under
its folds while she naively sketched the
scene for him, even down to her pic
! turcsqucly disagrecable interview with
Long Hair mention of whom led up to
the story of the Indians race with the
stolen dame Jeanne of brandy under his
arm on that memorable night and the
subsequent services performed for him
by Father Bcret and her after she and
Jean had found him in the mud beyond
| the river.
The dancing went on at Il furious pace
while they stood there. Now and again
a youth came to claim her, but she
! nulb Nllt W as llItu anu DtEEtl ~ ItSl
awhile, smiling so graciously upon each
one that his rebuff thrilled him as If it
had been the most fiattering gift of ten
der Partially, while at the same time
he suspected that it was all for Bever-
ley.
Helm in his most jovial mood was
circulating freely.
= lnt Nx.h fa thnpa nd my hnra
in the company began to suggest ad-
journment. In the open lamps sus-
pended here and there the oil was run
ming low. and the rag wicks sputtered
and winkcd with their yellow flames.
We'll" said NJ. Roussillon, coming
to where Alice and Beverley stood in
sulated and isolated by their great de-
light in each others company, its
time to go home"
Beverley looked at his watch. 1t was
a quarter TO three!
Alice also looked at the watch, and
saw engraved and enameled on its mas.
sive case the Beverley crest, but she
did not know what it meant. There
was something of the sort in the back
of her lockct, she remembered with sat.
isfactiOn.
Just then there was peculiar stir in
the tagging crowd. Some one had ar
rived. coureur de bois from the north.
Where was the commandment? The
coureur had something important for
him.
Beverley heard Il remark in startled
voice about the English getting ready
for descent upon the Wabash valley.
This broke the charm which thralled
him and sent through his nerves the
bracing shock that only soldier can
feel when a hint of coming battle
reaches him.
Alice saw the flash in his face.
where is Captain Helm? | must
see him Immediately. Excuse me-" he
said, abruptly turning away and look
ing over the heads of the people. lyon
der he is; | must go to him"
The coureur de bois, Adolphe Dutrem-
Bile by name, was just from the head
waters of the Wabash. He was speak
ing to Helm when Beverley came up.
NJ Roussilon followed close upon the
lieutenant's heels, as eager as he to
know what the message amounted to;
but Helm took the coureur aside, mo-
tioning Beverley to join them. NJ.
Roussilon included himself in the con-
ference.
After all it was but the gossip of
savages that Dutremble communicate
ed, still the purp0rt was startling in
the extreme. Governor Hamilton, so
the story ran, had been organizing n
large force. He was probably now on
his way to the portage of the Wabash
with fotilla of batteauX, some com
panies of disciplined soldiers, artillery
and a strong body of Indians.
Helm listened attentively to Dutrem-
blc's lively sketch, then cross ques-
toned him with laconic directness.
Send Mr.. Jazon to me-" he said to
NJ. Roussillon, as If speaking to a serv-
ant.
THN