Middletown transcript., 1916-10-21

| felt his lips upon my hand. yet
knew not he had gone I stood there
my eyes blinded with tears at his gal
liant words, only becoming conscious of
his disappearance when D'Artigny
drew me to him, his cheek pressed
against my hair.
HE has gone! We are alone!'
Eyes, dear one; but thank God for
those last words. They have given me
courage ard faith. SO my old COM
rades believe US right the criticism of
others does not move me. You love
me. Adele? You do not regretr
Ny arms found way abouts his neck:
my lips uplifted7to his.
Monsieur, shall never regret; I
trust God and yOu."
How he ever found his way along
that dim trail shall never knew.
Some memory of its windings. together
with the instinct of a woodsman. must
have given guidance, while no doubt
his feet. clad in soft Indian mocca-
sins, enabled him to feel the faint
track, -imperceivable In the darkness.
1t led along a steep bank. through low.
tangled bushes, and about great trees.
witt here aud there a rock thrust
across the path. compelling detOur
The branches scratched my face and
tore my dress. confusing me so that
had | not clung to his arm, should
have been instantly lost in the gloom.
Our advance was slow and cautious
every step taken in silence. Snakes
could not have moved with less noise
and the precaution was well taken
Suddenly D'Artigny stopped. gripping
me in warning. For a moment there
was no sound except the distant mur-
mur of waters. and the chatter of some
! night bird. Yet some instinct of the
woods held the man mOtiOnless, listen
ing A twig cracked to our left. and
| then a voice spoke. low and rumbling.
1t sounded so close at hand the fellow
could scarcely have been FIVE yards
away. Another voice answered, and
we were aware of bodies. stealing
along through the wood; there was a
faint rustling of dead leaves. and the
occasional swish of a branch. We
crouched low in the trail. fairly hold
| ing our breath, every nerve tense
There was no sound from below. but
in the other direction one warrior
! could see the dim outline of his ma
ked figure-passed within easy reach
of my Outstretched haG6.
Assured that all had passed beyond
hearing D'Artigny rose to his feet, and
assisted me to rise. his hand still grasp
ing mine.
'Iroquois. by the look Of that war
rior," he whispered. land enough Of
them to mean mischief"
"'Twas the tongue of the Tnscare-
ras." | answered. My father taught
me a little of it years ago. The first
words spoken we're a warning to be
still: the other answered that the white
men are all asleep"
"And am not sure but that is true
| IL De Tonty was in command the walls
would be well guarded. but De Baug1S
and Cassion know nothing of Indian
war"
"You believe it to be an ASSAULT"
at hath the look: It's not Indian ma
tuIe to gather thus at this night hour.
without a purpose. But pOuf. there is
little they can do against that stOckade
Of legs for all their numbers. 1t is
our duty to be well away by daylight"
The remaining distance to the wa
ter's edge was not far-a direct de-
scent amid a litter of rocks. shadowec
by great trees. Nothing opposed our
passage, nor did we hear any sound
from the savages concealed in the for
est above. D'Artigny led the way
along the shore until we reached the
log hut. Its door stood open: the canoe
was gone.