The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-01-18

ing red scar upon the forehead. liz
dignation ran higher and higher.
David Laurence, who had enlisted SO
soon as he reached Vincennes, 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
ewes smiled above her smiling lips !;
could not forget the little cabin which
she hallOwed with her grace, the little
house on the edge of the woods; lone
ly, pathetically 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
its launches a cry of mutual recogni-
| ton broke from both men.
"Ikei"
But Blackford paused for no greet
ing.
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 heaving 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 palsy! Oh, David, we must save
her!'
Il will CO." said David quietly. His
face had become suddenly aged with
suffering. us it known what course
they took?'
ITO 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 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 Blackf0rd 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 gen.
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, Larrence!' he ex-
claimed, "this is sheer madness!''
II 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 ] can with General
Harrison" assured the judge hastily.
ICED 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 rs
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 trOt. They went on at
| a steady shuttle, their eyes alert for
any signs. their ears strained for any
sound. At noon they stopped long
enough to eat little of the smoked
yenisOn in their packs, then went on