Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1915-02-19
CHAPTER vL.-contlnued.

CHAPTER Vi.-continued.
stooo staring at II, and then down
Into the face Of the dead nan DAuv-
ray: Her name! The came name she
had given mel Tho face OF the girl
came back instantly 10 memory, dis.
tinct. living. There was a familiarity,
"A resemblance, nov that ! thus con-
nected the two together. She had told
me her father was n French officer
but dead, killed In tction. 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 n few hours before,
and had met his fate here In the will.
derness by n foul and %treacherous
blow. Her fatherl The knowledge
seemed TO shock me. TO leave me help
less. | could not divorce my mind
from the remembrance OF the dangh.
ter. Where would she be that night?
Safe at lIarmar7 or In the dark woods
with Glrty? Did she know about this
hidden cPbln? This Island rcndez.
vous? Surely this could be no mere
colncldent OF name aud history. yet
what wal the mystery that enveloped
both2 Why was this Captain D'Auv.
ray hiding here, and why did she deny
that he was still llving7 The more
thought, the mort tangled grew the
skein. Brady called me, and | stepped
back into the other room, sim dazed,
srasping the medal In my hand.
Well, what is III" he asked gruff.
ly what have you found out?"
! told him briefly. describing the ap.
pearancc OF the body, and handing him
the medal. He turned It over In the
light OF the torch.
French. aln't It? What does II
say2"
AN army decoration for gallant con.
duct given to Capt. Raoel D'Auvray,
Firth Cuirassiers."
You think It belonged to hlm?"
BEYOND doubt: It wac pinned to
his shirt-the one thing he treasured
IN his exile
"DAuyray,' he repeated, as n the
name had familiar sound. i've heard
OF him before. wait a bit; now | have
tt-he commanded Hnmilton's Indians
at Nlncennes when Clark took the
town. | saw him once"
lie got to his feet with my hcln. and
braced himself IN the doorway, looking
lntently at the upturned face. as I held
the torch extended
That's tho man." he said soberly. 81
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 20
this
lie stared about among the shadows
at the miscellaneous articles littering
the shed, his trained eyes noting things
had overlooked IN nay excitement.
He was murdered all right, lad" he
commented slowly, "and by a white
man. This was not lnjun work. Here
h the imprint OF a boot heel; YOU can
even see the nails. That's odd; | didn't
suppose there was a boot worn In this
country except by British officers.
What is that red garment lying on the
box | thought 80; an English In.
fantry Jacket. made In London, and Il
never belonged to D'Auvray." lie held
1t up. III was q bis 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
90 explain. Did you chance to see a
French girl back at Fort IIarmar7"
lie shook his head.
mot as | remembers who was she?'
THAT Is what | would like to know.
7 hoped you might have picked up
some Information. Che was at General
narmar's ohioo-a young girl not
much over twenty, | should Judge,
gith dark eyes and hair. speaking
bynhAs enElish. her dress half Indian