, 1917-03-01

Cry of the Soul Itself.
the revulsion of his despair, in his
mighty joy, like the cry of the soul
itself.
Toinette was leaning against the log
from behind which Girty had risen, eX-
hausted by the effort she had made to
free herself from the thongs that
bound her feet and hands. y sob had
come from lips drawn in utter weari-
ness and despair.
He was beside her.
"Save yourself" she murmured faint
ly, there are Indians coming"
He kneeled and cut the thongs that
bound her ankles and then those of her
wrists. AS she tried to stand, she
swayed weakly and tainted. There
was no time to lose he lifted her limp
form upon his shoulders and ran stag
geringly in the direction of the troops.
He could never Overtake them-the
marching column and the slOw-movlng
wagons must be Il mile awny by now.
He stumbled On with desperate eXrr-
ton. Re reached the winding creek
uSilu, ~ N'Nl ~ UNCONSCIOUS u
den and dashed the icy water in TOi-
nette's face. Her great blue eyes,
Swallowed by dark circles of eXhaus-
ton, opened slowly, looked at him
blankly. Father, help me :" she cried.
He shook her by the shoulders.
STAND up! Try!" The light of con
seriousness came back into her eyes
she rose tremblingly and tried to walk.
They found II place where the water
gurgled owe a stony bar, ankle-deep;
crossed it and struggled up the bank
on the farther side. AS they reached
the top there anne to their ears the
dreadful eXultant yells of the Indians,
three hundred yards behind. David put
his arms around the girls shoulders
and they ran on with palsied limbs.
They seemed to be struggling on In
that nightmare where the feet are
leaden and the purSuers fleet. Nearer
and nearer came the fierce yelping.
At last David and Toinette stood
still and looked at each other. David
drew his knife. She nodded, silently
praying him to deliver her with that
swift death from the tortures of the
savages. "Oh, God, not yet !" he cried;
and drew her on in blind haste. Twice
he shouted, with all the strength of
his gasping lungs. Was it an echo,
or an answering shout that came
back? And then there came a burst
of the sweetest music in the world
the cheers of a score of Harrison's
men, crashing through the woods a
hundred yards away.
The chase was suddenly reversed At
the first shout of the backwOodsmen.
the bafled Indians turned and fled.
The rescuing party pursued them but
u little way, firing vainly at the fleeing
forms lodging among the tree trunks.
Young George CrOghan. Harrison's
aid, was in command of the little
squad. They had heard Girty's shot,
fred at David, and a little later, Da-
vid's shot; and had come back from
the troops with all speed. T>dnette
had sunk to the ground, laughing and
sobbing; they gathered around her
with wild hurrahs, a torrent of eager
questions.
They bore her on their shoulders
DacK TO the marching men. no" the
cheering ran along the line as the men
caught sight of her General Harrison
and his staff galloped up n by one
and shouted like boys. Old wash"
Johnston leaned over and kissed her
face, stained with happy tears. I'm
old enough, my dear" he said.
And the men cheered again.
A dozen times she was obliged to
tell the story of her captivity II dozen
times the men lifted David on their
shoulders and cheered him to the echo.
But through all the rejoicing and the
thanksgiving, David's heart remained
heavy for the breach still seemed inn
possible to bridge. She, too, suffered
tormented by II debt of gratitude due
one whose treason to his country must
forever bar him from her love.
Treason? Why was it, then, that Dn-
vid seemed such II hero to all his com
rades among the m~llitiamen? Why
had all of them received him into their
Ito DO CoAtinued)