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

the only treatment Que Long itdlE. 4 ne
repulsive savage stood up before them
stolid, resolute, defiant, proudly flaunt-
ing the badge which testified to his
horrible efficiency as an emissary OF
Hamilton. 1t had been left in his
belt by Clark's order as the best justi-
fication of his doom.
IL me hack is headw Oncle Jazon
pleaded. II jes' bankers to chop a
hole inter II. An, besides, l want is
scelp to hang up wi mine an that n
= the Injun what scelped me. He
Kicked me In the ribs, the varmint."
Beverley pleaded eloquently and well,
but even the genial Major Helm laugh
ed at his sentiment of gratitude to a
savage who at best but relented at the
last moment for Alice's sake and con-
cluded not to sell him to Hamilton. 1t
Is due to the British commander to
record here that he most positively and
with what appeared to be high SINGER
ity denied the charge of having offered
rewards for the taking of human
scalps. He declared that his purposes
and practices were humane, and that,
while he did use the Indians as militia
~ allies, his orders to them were that
they must forego cruel modes of war
fare and refrain from savage outrage
upon prisoners. Certainly the weight
Of contemporary testimony seems over
whelmingly against him, but we enter
his denial. Long Hair himself, how
ever, taunted him with accuse tions Of
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very inhuman contracts, and, to add q
terrible sting, volunteered the state
ment that poor Barlow's scalp had
served in his turn in the place of Bev-
erley's.
With conditions so hideous to con-
tend against, Beverley, of course, had
no possible means of succoring the con-
demned savage.
Him a-kickin' yer ribs clean inter
ye, an a-makin' We run the gantlet, an
here ye air a-tryin' to save is lifep
whined Oncle Jazon. IVY man,
thought We he'd some senterments! Dast
is Injin liver, 1 kin feel them kicks
what he guv me till yit. ventrebleu!
Que diable voulez-vousY
Clark simply pushed Beverley's
pleadings aside as not worth a mo-
ment's consideration. He easily felt
the fine bit of gratitude at the bottom
of 1t all, but there was too much In
the other side of the balance. Justice,
the discipline and confidence Of his lit
tie army and the claim Of the women
and children on the frontier demanded
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Long Hairs.
mo, no." he said to Beverley, Il
would do anything In the world for
you, Fitz, except to swerve an inch
from duty to my country and the de-
fenseless people down yonder in Ken
tucky / can't do it. There's no use to
press the matter further. The die Is
cast That brute's got to be killed and
killed dead. Look at him-look at that
scalp! I'd have him killed II dropped
dead for it the next instant"
Beverley shuddered. The argument
was horribly convincing, and yet, some
how, the desire to save Long Hair
overbore everything else in his mind.
He could not cease his efforts. 1t SEEM
ed to him as IL he were pleading for
Alice herself. Captain Farnsworth,
strange to say, was the only man in the
fort who leaned to Beverley's side, but
he was reticent, doubtless feeling that
his position as a British prisoner gave
him no right to speak, especially when
every lip around him was muttering
something about "infamous scalp buy
ers and Indian partisans," with whom
he was prominently counted by the
speakers.
As Clark had said, the die was cast.
Long Hair, bound to a stake, the scalp
still dangling at his side, grimly faced
his executioners, who were eager to
fire. He appeared to be proud Of the
fact that he was going to be killed.
"One thing I can say Of him." Helm
remarked to Beverley-'he's the grand
est specimen of the animal-I might
say the brute-man that I ever saw,
red, white or black. Just look at his
body and limbs! Those muscles are
perfectly marvellous"
"He saved my life, and must stand
here and see him murdered" the young
man replied with intense bitterness.
It was all that he could think, all that
he could say. He felt inefficient and
detected, almost desperate.
Clark himself, not willing to cast re-
sponsibility upon a subordinate, made
ready TO give the fatal order. Turning
to Long Hair first, he demanded OF
him as well as he could in the Indian
dialect, of which he had a smattering,
what he had to say at his last moment.
The Indian Strengthened his already
upright form and by q strong bulging
Of his muscles snapped the thongs that
bound him. Evidently he had not tried
thus to free himself. 1t was rather a
spasmodic expression Of savage digni-
ty and pride. One arm and both his
legs still were partially confined by the
bonds, but his right hand he lifted,
with a gesture Of immense self salts
faction, and pointed at Hamilton.
'Indian brave; white man coward"
he said, scowling scornfully. Long
Hair tell truth; white man Hep
Hamilton's countenance did not
change its calm, cold expression. Long
Hair gazed at him fixedly for a long
moment, his eyes flashing most concen-
trated hate and contempt. Then he
tore the scalp from his belt and flung
1t with great force straight toward the
captive governors face. 1t fell short,
but the look that went with 1t did not,
and Hamilton recoiled.
At that moment Alice arrived. Her
coming was just In time to interrupt
Clark, who had turned to the waiting
platoon with the order of death on his
lips. She made no noise, save the hut-
tering of her skirts and her loud and
rapid painting on account OF her long,
hard run. She sprang before Long
Hair and faced the platoon.
"You cannot, you shall not kill this
man. she cried in a voice loaded with
excitement. Put away those guns?'
Woman never looked more thrillingly
beautiful to man than she did just
then to all those rough, stern back
woodsmen. During her fight her hair
had fallen down, and it glimmered like
soft sunlight around her face. Some
thing compelling flashed out OF her
eyes. an expression between a trium-
plant smile and ray of irresistible
beseechment. 1t took Colonel Clark's
breath when he turned and saw her
standing there and heard her words.
"This man saved Lieutenant Bever-
ley's life" she presently added, getting