Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1916-11-16

Ing Il red scar upon the forehead. In
d~ignation ran higher and higher.
David Laurence, who had enlisted as
DOR as he reached V~incennes, drilled
daily with the grim frontiersmen. He
had told himself that Corydon should
be wiped from his memory; but, in
spite of all, his mind could not blot
out the image of a girl whose blue
eyes smiled above her smiling lips +;
could not forget the little cabin which
she hallowed with her grace, the little
house IN the edge of the woods; lone
ly, p%athetically exposed to the unseen
danger of the dark forest that over
Swallowed it.
The sun that had been yelled at
midday of the seventeenth struggled
all the next day through gathering
clouds and sank among the shoulders
of gray giants. David was walking in
the twilight toward the Jefferson
house when the sound of flying hoofs
thudding along the dirt lane, the old
rue st. Louis, struck on his ear.
He turned idly to see who rode so
furiously, and as the horseman drew
rein and pulled the smoking steed to
it's launches a cry of mutual recogni-
ton broke from both men.
"IkeI'
But Blackford paused for no greet
ing.
1.-THE Indians-Toinette !"
He flung himself from his horse and
staggered with exhaustion. His face
was as white as the lather Of foam on
the heaying TANKS of his mount.
"What?'
"They took her last night-at dark
O'Bannon had left the house scarcely
an hour-God help him, it struck him
like a palsy! Oh, David, we must save
her!"
Il will co." said David quietly. His
face had become suddenly aged with
suffering. SIS it known what course
they took?
$40 the north" gasped Ike. "There
was not a ranger in the country to
follow; they are all here in vincennes
with Spencer's company; but the
Frenchman, Pierre Devan, followed
them and overlook them at their camp
that night. There were eight of them,
and he could do nothing; but he
crawled close enough to hear their
talk. They are taking her to the
Prophets town at a creek called Tip
pecanoe. She is to be sold to the Brit
ish at Maiden. They will take the
trace on the east bank of the Wa
BASH"
Ike tottered in sheer exhaustion.
"You must rest" said David. II
shall start at daybreak."
But Blackford shook his head.
II go with you, David" he said SIM
ply. The two young men gripped
hands in silence.
They entered the tavern and David
began to make his hasty preparations.
Benjamin Parke, the judge of the gem
eral court, an especial friend of Gov
ernor Harrison, sat at his dinner in
the tavern; he heard the story that
spread from lip to lip and setting
down his glass hastily, he strobe over
to the young men.
"Do you actually intend to follow
these Indians?" he demanded.
1--WE shall set out at dawn" said Da-
vid.
Judge Parke looked at him in
amazement.
Great God, Laurence" he ex-
claimed, "this Is sheer madness"
Il must ask you to procure my tenn
porary discharge from Captain Har-
groves company, Judge Parke," an
swered David quietly. "Inasmuch as
the militia has not yet been ordered
into active service"
II will do what I can with General
Harrison" assured the Judge hastily.
"Gcd be with you"
The woodsmen who crowded about
them at the news warned them against
the quest. To all objections they re-
turned the same disregard; their duty
lay plain before them. Those who
babe them goodby looked on them as
men going to certain death.
1t was an hour before sunrise, but
the Sky was paling with the light pre-
ceding dawn. They drew deep breaths
and set off at a trot. They went on at
a steady shuttle, their eyes alert for
any signs. their ears strained for any
sound. At o they stopped long
enough to eat a little of the smoked
venison in their packs, then went on