Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-01-20

she did not ind her lOcket. 1t was
miles and miles away, close to the heart
Of her lover. II she could but have
known this it would have comforted
her. Beverley had intended to leave it
with Jean, but in his haste and excite
ment he forgot. Writing the note dis.
6acted his attention, and 10 he bore
Alice's picture on his breast and in his
heart while pursuing his long and
perilous Journey.
Four Of Hamilton's scouts came up
ON Beverley twenty miles south Of Vim
cennes, but having the advantage Of
them he killed two almost Immediately
and, after q running fight. the other
two attempted escape in a canoe on
the Wabash. Here, firing from q blum.
he wounded third. Both then plunged
headf0remost into the water, and by
keeping below the surface got away.
The adventure gave Beverley new
spirit and self reliance. He felt that
he could accomplish anything neces-
sary to his undertaking. In the cap
tured pirogue he crossed the river, and,
to make his trail hard to find, sent the
little craft adrift down the current.
Then alone. in the dead of winter, he
took his bearings and struck across the
dreary. houseless plain toward st.
Louis.
As soon as Hamilton's discounted
scouts reported to him he sent Long
Hair, with twenty picked savages
armed and supplied for continuous and
rapid marching. in pursuit Of Beverley.
There was large reward for bringing
him in alive, 4 smaller one for his
scalp.
When Alice heard Of all this her
buoyant and happy nature seemed en-
tirely to desert her for a time. She
was proud to find out that Beverley
had shown himself brave and capable
It touched her love Of heroism-but she
knew too much about Indian warfare
to hope that he could hold his own
against Long Hair, the widest and
boldest of scalp hunters, and twenty
OF the most experienced braves in
Hamilton's forces. He would almost
certainly be killed and scalped or cap
tured and brought back to be shot or
hanged in Vincennes. The thought
chilled and curdled her blood.
Both Helm and Father Beret tried to
Encourage and comfort her by repre-
tenting the probabilities in the fairest
light.
Its like hunting for q needle in a
haystack. going out to find a man in
that wilderness" said Helm, with Opt
mistic cheerfulness, land, besides, Bev-
erley is no easy dose for twenty red
niggers to take. I've seen him tried at
worse odds than that, and he got out
with whole skin too. Don't you fret
about him, Miss Roussillon."
Little help came to her from attempts
OF this sort. She might brighten up
for awhile, but the dark dread and the
terrible gnawing at her heart, the sink
ing and despairing In her soul, could
not be cured.
what added 1mmeasureably to her
distress was the attention Of Farms.
worth. whose wound troubled him but
short time. He seemed to have had
Z revelation and change Of spirit
dnce the unfortunate rencounter and
the subsequent nursing at Alice's
hands. He was grave, earnest, kindly,
evidently striving to play gentle and
honorable part. She could feel that he
carried a load Of regret, that he wanted
to pay a full price In good for the evil
that he had done. His sturdy English
heart was Fighting itself nobly, yet she
but half understood him until his &C
lions and words began to hetray his
love, and then she hated him unreason-
ably. Realizing this, Farnsworth bore
himself more like a faithful dog than
In the manner hitherto habitual to him.
He simply Swallowed Alice aud would
not be rebu6ed. Never was a good SOL
dier-for he was that from head to foot
more lovelorn and love docile. The
maiden had completely subdued the
man.
About this time, deep in a rainy and
pitch black night, Gaspard Roussillon
came home. He tapped on the door
again and again. Alice heard, but she
hesitated to speak or move. Was she
growing cowardly7 Her heart beat
like q drum. There was but one per
son in all the world that she could
think Of: it was not NJ. Roussillon.
All, no; she had we'll nigh forgotten
her gigantic foster father.
1T is l, ma cherie; 1t is Gaspard, my
love. Open the door," came In boom
Ing half whisper from without. Alice,
Jean, 1t is your Papa Roussillon. my
dears. Let me In.
Alice was at the door In a minute,
unbarring it. NJ. Roussillon entered,
armed to the teeth, the water lribbling
from his buckskin clothes.
"Pouf!'' he exclaimed. MY throat is
Ike dust" His thoughts were diving
Into the stores under the floor. II am
famished. Dear children, dear little
ones! They are glad to see papa! Where
u your mammaf'
He had Alice In his arms and Jean
chung to his legs. Nine. Roussillon, to
be sure Of no mistake, lighted a lamp
with brand that smoldered on the
hearth and held it up; then, satisfied as
to her husbands identity, set it on a
shelf and flung herself into the affec.
Tomato group with clumsy abandon,
making great noise.
"Oh, my dear Gaspardr' she cried as
she lunged forward. "Gaspard, Gas
pard! Her voice fairly lifted the root,
her great weight, hurled with such
force, overturned everybody, and all Of
them tumbled in heap, the rotund
and solid dame sitting on top.
"Ouf! Not 20 impetuous. my DEAR"
puhed NJ. Roussillon, freeing himself
from her unpleasant pressure and