Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-07

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BE sof them w ere arTir
t6ent Tlle wooden stair
the gall ery wac abiazs
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in shoon It'll nov ia
tilsn tae sFjbrkle 81 a hit as sonis
scented gallant eended with his nut
I tering and KQrg ous convoy.
looks Silver Heels, but from
1 e sne nel c Fall faces were vagu,
4 ing ~ ifcate US massed blossoms in 4
garden. md eyes sparkled as family at
! dew on velvet petals all unfolded.
II We now took seats on the last Of the
red benches which stood near the cen
ter of the hall and in one corner Of
whicheI perceived Logan sitting BOLT
upright, eyes fixed on space, brooding,
unconscious of the thronged beauty in
the galleries above him or Of the rest.
less public now pouring into the hall
behind his back. E -
Mr.. Henry took his seat beside the
stricken chief Next followed Jack
Mount, numbering to his place, and /
heard a stir pass around the gallery,
with whispers Of wonder and admira-
ton for the giant, followed by litter
as the little Weasel trotted to his seat
next to Mount. I sat down beside the
Weasel, closing the row on our bench,
and. turned around to watch the people
filling up the hall behind me. They
were serious, sober eyed people and,
unlike the gay world in the galleries,
had apparently not come to seek
amusement in the clothes of three
shabby rangers or in the dumb grief
of savage.
I hunted the hall for Walter Butler
with hopeful eyes, for meant to seek
him and kill him without ceremony
when the first chance came. l could
not find him, however, but in a corner
near the door, whispering together and
peeping about, discovered his crea-
lures, Wraxall, the Johnstown barber,
and Toby Tice, the treacherous tenant
Of Sir William.
One circumstance impressed me-be~
hind Wraxall and Tice sat Saul .Shem-
uel, hands folded on his stomach, ap-
parentiy doing while whiting for the
spectacle to begin. But he was not
asleep, for now and again between his
lids / caught sparkle Of open eyes,
and l knew that his large, soft ears
were listening hard.
The commotfon on the platform was
st1lled as a gorgeous tipstaff advanced,
banging his great stave on the stones
and announcing the coming Of. his lord.
ship the Earl of Dunmore, royal gov
ernor of his majesty's colony Of Vir-
ginia. God save the king 7!se8
Before Dunmore was pleased to seat
himself he peered up into the balcony
and kissed his finger tips. and T. fol-
lowing his eyes by instinct, saw Silver
Heels sitting in the candle fare, scar
let and silent, with her sad eyes fixed
not on my Lord Dunmore, but on me.
The Weasel began twitching at my
sleeve, and bent beside him, listening
and watching the gentlemen on the
platform.
THAT'S John Gibson, Dunmore's sec
retary-the man in black on the gov
ernor's left. That loud, bustling fellow
On his right is DR.. Connolly, Dunmore's
deputy for Indian affairs He arrested
Cresap to clear his own skirts Of blame
For the war. Behind him sits Connol-
ly's agent, Captain Murdy. Murdy's
agent was Greathouse. You see the
inks in the chain?"
Perfectly" replied calmly, "and
mean to shatter them if my voice is
aot scared out Of my body"
We were near enough to the plat
form to hear the governor chattering.
with Gibson and DR.. Connolly and
shifting his snuff as he peeped about
With his lackluster eyes.
Presently Connolly arose and, maxi
ng a motion for silence, briefly an
bounced the restoration of .Cresap to
command. There was no sound, no
Those in the balconies
Jared nothing for Cresap; those on the
floor cared too much to compromise
him with applause.
Then the Interpreter advanced, an
bouncing in English and in the Cayuga
language that the governor of Virginia
welcomed his brother Logan, chief of
he Cayugas, warrior Of the clan Of the
Wolf and 1.-THE White Mans Friend"
nd saw Patrick Henry touch Logan
N the shoulder
Slowly the Indian looked up, then
ose like specter from his somber
'lanket and fixed his sad eyes on Dun
more.
There was faint movement, a rus
lie from the throng on floor and bal
ony, then dead silence as from the
Id warriors throat burst the first hol-
ow, heartsick word: |
"Brotherr'
Oh, the grim sadness Of that word !
ne mockery Of Its bitterness-the des-
late irony of despair ringing through
!. Brother! That single word cursed
he silence with an accusation so mer-
less that saw Connolly's heavy WIS.,
&c grow purple and Gibson turn his
yes away. Only my Lord Dunmore /