Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-14

Il Will tell you what 4 am permit
ted" he answered gently.
.eThen tell me whenm my cousin BE
Lefty is coming back. Have younol
heard from Sir John J~ohnson?n
eyes,; I have heard" replied the doc
tor cautiously.
I waited. my eyes searching his face
"Sir John returns tomorrow" ID
said.
Tomorrow" I repeated.
The doctor regarded me very gravely,
Miss Warren will remain In Rog,
ton, The said. s1
The light died out before my eyes.
Presently / closed them.
How long?" I asked.
LIDO not know.
Doctor Imuttered, II am heart.
sick for familiar face. Where are the
people who have lived in this house,
tits scarce four months that I have
been away, yet all Is changed and
strange-new servants everywhere, no
old, friendly f~aces-nay. even Peter
has grown so gross and sullen that I
scarce knew him. Where is Esk? Is
there not one soul unchangedf"
After a moment he said: these are
times to age all men. Have you your
self not aged in these five months?
You went away a fresh faced lad,
scarce weAned from your alley taws
and the chalky ring. You return a man,
singed already by the first breath Of a
fire which will scorch this land to the
bedded rock"
Presently / asked, els war certain7 p
He nodded, looking at the floor.
Lad" he said kindly, 'the two
rough woodsmen who brought you
home did what their rude skill permit
ted to save your life. They washed
your wounds and bound them with
balsam and linen. They bore you faith
fully for miles and miles through the
valley Of death ITSELF"
There is one man I would like to
see," I said, land that is Mr.. Duncan.
VIII you send to the guardhouse and
beg him to come to me, doctor?"
I must have fallen into a light sleep,
for when l Enclosed my eyes 1 saw Mr..
Duncan beside me, looking down into
my face. I smiled and raised one
hand, and he took it gently in both Of
his strong. sun Drowned hands.
/ motioned feebly for him to find a
chair beside my bed, and he sat down,
still holding my hand in his.
Now" I said, explain to me all
that has happened. The doctor tells
me what I ask, but l have had little
inclination to hear much. 1 like you,
Mr.. Duncan. Tell me everything"
"You m~ean-about Sir William?" he
asked gently.
Eyes. but that last of ALL" 1 mutter-
ed, choking.
"You must know" he said, "that
Colonel Guy johnson is nov superin-
tendent Of Indian affairs in North
America for his majesty. He has APP
pointed as deputies Colonel Claus and
Colonel John Butler"
"WhoY' I exclaimed.
Colonel Butler" repeated Mr.. Dun
can. "You remember him, don't you?'
Eyes. I remember him." 1 replied.
where is he?"
He and Joseph Brant are organizing
the loyalists and Indians north Of u.s."
said MI. Duncan innocently. "This
border war in Virginia has set the Six
Nations a1re. Many Of our Mohawksl
have slipped away to join Logan andI
Sowanowane against this fellow Cres-l
APP. who murdered Logan's children.
The others are restless and sullen.,
There was but one man in the world
who could have controlled them .
He paused.
Il know it." said 1. "You mean Sir
William" !
aye. Mr.. Cardigan. I mean Sir viii
lam. It is Sir John Johnson's policy
10 win over the sayages to our side.
It will be dreadful, dreadful! /, for
,ne, wish nc such allies as are gather
ing north of us under Joseph Brant
and Colonel Butler. Yet the rebels,
too, would doubtless use the sayages
against us If they could win them
over. Sir John says SO. That is why
he sent Thayendanegea and Colonel
Butler to recruit in the north. They
say that Captain Walter Butler is with
Cresap. I don't know. l have not
been him In months"
what have you heard from Cresap's.
men?" I asked.
Nothing save that the war is a
fierce one. An express came in yester-
day with news that the Cayugas had
been terribly whipped by the back
woodsmen under Andy Lewis, some
where near the Great Kanawha. The
express rider got it from some of Cres-
APPS men, but it may not be true"
After a silence I asked him what
month Of the year it now was. I had
noticed yellow leaves outside.
October" he said pityingly; "did
you not know 1T"
1 tried to realize the space of time
which had been wiped out from my
memory.
when did Sir wiliam-die?" / NUT
tered painfully.
Mr.. Duncan looked at me with tears
h his eyes.
"On Monday. the 11th OF .July"