Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-09-08

Her words went home. 1t was Us IL
the beauty of her face, the magnetism
of her lissome and symmetrical form,
the sweet fire of her eyes and the pas
sionate appeal of her voice gave what
she said new and irresistible force OF
truth. When she spoke OF beverley
love for her and declared her love for
him there was not manly heart in all
the garrison that did not suddenly beat
quicker and feel a strange, sweet watt
of tenderness. A mother somewhere,
wife, daughter, sister. sweetheart,
called through that voice Of absolute
womanhood.
Beverley, what can dor muttered
Clark, his bronze face as pale as it
could possibly become.
Dor thundered Beverley. do! You
cannot murder that man. Hamilton Is
the man you should shoot! He offered
large rewards, he infiamed the passions
and fed the love of rum and the cupidi-
ty of the poor wild men like the one
standing yonder. Yet you take him
prisoner and treat him with distin-
guished consideration. Hamilton offer
ed a large sum for me taken alive, a
saved me. You let Hamilton stand
yonder in perfect safety while you
shoot the Indian. Shame on you, Colo
mel Clark Shame on you If you do it."
Alice stood looking at the stalwart
commander while Beverley was pour
ing forth his torrent Of scathing refer
ence to Hamilton, and she quickly saw
that Clark was moved. The moment
was ripe for the finishing stroke. They
say it is genius that avails itself of OPP
portunity. Beverley knew the fight
was won when he saw what followed.
Alice suddenly left Long Hair and ran
to Colonel Clark, who felt her warm,
strong arms loop around him for sin
gle point Of time never to be effaced
from his memory; then he saw her
kneeling at his feet, her hands up
stretched, her face a glorious prayer,
while she pleaded the Indians cause
and won It.
Doubtless, while we all rather feel
that Clark was weak to be thus sway
ed by a girl, we cannot quite blame
him. Alice's flag was over him. He
had heard her history from Beverley's
cunning lips. He actually believed that
Hamilton was the real culprit, and be-
sides he felt not little nauseated with
executing Indians. A good excuse to
have an end Of it all did not go beg
ging.
But Long Hair was barely gone over
the horizon from the fort, as free and
as villainous q savage as ever trod the
earth, when a discovery made by Oncle
Jazon caused Clark to hate himself for
what he had done.
The old scout picked up the scalp
which Long Hair had flung at Hamil-
ton and examined 1t with odlous curl
osity. He had fingered on the spot
with no other purpose than to get pos
session Of that ghastly relic. Since los
ing his own scalp the subject Of crown
locks had grown upon his mind until
its fascination was irresistible. He
studied the hair of every person he saw
as a physiognomist studies faces. He
held the grewsome thing up before him,
scrutinizing it with the expression Of
a connoisseur who has discovered on
grimy canvas the signature of an old
master.
Sac bleuw he presently broke forth.
"Well, I'll be- Look'ee yer, George
Clark! Come yer an look. Ye've been
sold ag'in. Take a squint, ef We please~
rIy l. fo han nIo
behind him, his face thoughtfully con-
tracted, was walking slowly to and fro
a little way off He turned about when
Oncle Jazon spoke.
"What now, JaZonT"
"a mighty heap right now, that's
what Come yer an let me show ye.
Yer fine sort o. eejit now, amt yer
The two men walked toward each
other and met. Oncle Jazon held up
the scalp with one hand. pointing at 1t
with the index finger of the other.
This here scalp come off'n Rene de
Ronville's head"
"And who Is he?"
"Whos be? Ye may well ak thet.
He wuZ Frenchman. He wuZ fine
young feller o. this town. He killed
corp'ral o. Hamilton's an tuck ter the
woods a month or two ago. Hamilton
offered lot O. money for i'm or is
scalp an Long Hair went in fer gittin'
II. Now ye knows the whole racket.
An we let's that InjuD go! An thet
same Injun he mighty nigh kicked my
ribs inter my stomachv
Oncle Jazon's feelings were visible
and audible. but Clark could not resent
the contempt OF the old mans looks
and words. He felt that he deserved
far more than he was receiving. Nor
was Oncle Jazon wrong. Rene de
RonviIe never came back to little Adri-
enne Bourcier, although, being kept
entirely ignorant of her lovers fate,
she waited and dreamed and hoped
throughout more than two years. after
which there is no further record OF her
life.
Clark, Beverley and Oncle JaZon con-
suited together and agreed among
themselves that they would hold pro-
To have made 1t public would have ex-
asperated the creoles and set them vio-
lently against Clark, thing heavy with
disaster for all his future plans. AS 1t
was, the release of Long Hair caused
great deal of dissatisfaction and mutt
nous talk. Even Beverley now felt
that the execution ordered by the com
mander ought to have been sternly car
ried out.
A day or two later, however, the
whole dark affair was closed forever by
n bit of confidence on the part of Oncle
Jazon when Beverley dropped into his
hut one evening to haveAa smoke with
him.
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