The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-04-02

dead long. nor was there slishtsst evf.
dencs Of struggle; the hands were
empty. and, judging from the ugly
cash In his head. he had been struck
from behind Unexpectedly. II was .
CHASTITY wound. and the man had prob
ably died instantly. The blow must
have been q treacherous one, deliv-
cred BY some person acquainted with
the cabin; otherwise the dog would
have sprung to his masters defense.
Plainly this was murder. and the a.
sassin had taken his time; had closed
the door. locked In the dog: had even
washed on the blade Of the an. and left
Il standing thsrS against the wall
What could have been the object7 Was
II revenge? Robbery? I felt In the
pocket OF the loose blouse, finding
nothing, but my eye caught the glim-
mer Of a medal fastened to the front
OF the shirt. unpinned II, and held II
up to the light of the torch. studying
out the French inscription. letter by
letter. half guessing at It's meaning-it
was a medal Of honor, given for special
"
Capt Raoel DAuvray.
I stood staring at II, and then down
into the face OF the dead man. DAuv.
ray: Her name! The same name she
had given me! The face OF the girl
came back instantly to memory. dis
tinct. living. There was a familiarity.
q resemblance, now that ! thus con
nected the two together. She had told
me her father was French officer
but dead, killed In action. Perhaps she
thought SO; had been deceived into
this belief. Yet ! was convinced now
that this was the man: that he had
been living up to q few hours before.
and had met his fate here In the viii.
derness by . foul and treacherous
blow. Her father! The knowledge
seemed to shock me. to leave me help
less: l could not divorce my mind
from the remembrance OF the daugh-
ter. Where would she be that night?
Safe at Harmar? or In the dark woods
with Girty! Did she know about this
vous? Surely this could be no mere
coincident of name and history. yet
what was the mystery that enveloped
both? Why was this Captain D'Auv-
ray hiding here. and why did she deny
that he was still living! The more l
thought. the more tangled grew the
skein. Brady called me. and | stepped
back into the other room. still dared.
grasping the medal In my hand.
We'll, what Is it," he asked gruff-
ly. What have you found outI''
told him briefly. describing the ap-
pearance OF the body. and handing him
the medal. He turned II over In the
light Of the torch.
French, amt It? What does II
say!"
An army decoration for gallant con.
duct given to Capt. Raoel D'Auvray.
Fifth Cuirassiers."
You think II belonged to him7"
Beyond doubt: II was pinned to
his shirt-the one thing he treasured
In his exile"
"DAuvray," he repeated. as II the
name had familiar sound. I've heard
Of him before. Wait bit; now have
it-he commanded Hamiltons Indians
at Vincennes when Clark took the
town. I saw him once"
He got to his feet with my help. and
sraced himself In the doorway. looking
intently at the upturned face. as l held
the torch extended.
That's the man." he said soberly. IL
remember the white beard. some one
told me the Wyandots called him the
white chief. And he was In the French
army? An officer? Poor devil! !
wonder what happened to drive him to
this"
He stared about among the shadows
at the miscellaneous articles littering
the shed his trained eyes noting things
/ had overlooked in my excitement.
He was murdered all right. lad, he
commented slowly. and by a white
man. This was not lnjun work Here
is the imprint OF a boot heel: you can
even see the nails. That's odd; | didn't
suppose there wac a boot worn in this
country except by British officers.
What is that red garment lying on the
box? thought so; an English in
fantry jacket. made in London. and 1t
never belonged to DAuvray." lie held
II up. 1T was big fellow who wore
this coat, about your size"
drew up the bench, and sat down.
There is more to this than you have
discovered, Brady" said. determined
to explain. Did you chance TO see a
French girl back at Fort Harmar?"
He shook his head.
Not as remember; who was she?"
THAT is what | would like TO know.
I hoped you might have picked up
some information. She was at General
Harmar's ofiice--a young girl. not
much over twenty. ! should Judge.
with dark eyes and hair, speaking
broken English. her dress half Indian
and half border French. She was one
IN a thousand, to my thought. What
name do you suppose she gave me?"
His eyes, interested, questioned me.
but he sat silent.
Rene D'Auvray; and she explained
her father was French officer. killed
In battle"
And her mother?"
"A woman OF the Wyandots, but a
half-breed"
"D'Auvray! The same as the dead