The state herald., 1917-01-12
A Ron,once Of
Early Days In
the Middle West

was mine; felt no inclination to OBJ
scure 1t. The time had come for rejoic-
Ing, and action. I loved Rene OAR
tigny, and, although he had never spo-
ken the word. knew he loved me.
Tomorrow he would be in exile. a wan
derer Of the woods, an escaped pris-
oner, under condemnation Of death,
never again safe within reach Of
French authority. Ay, but he should
not 60 alone; in the depths Of those
forests, beyond the arm of the law. be-
yond even the grasp of the church. we
should go together. In our own hearts
love would justify. without qualm
Of conscience. without even a lingering
doubt, made the choice, the final
decision.
know not how long 1t took me to
think this all out. until had accepted
fate; but do know the decision
brought happiness and courage. Food
was brought me by strange Indian,
apparently unable to speak French;
nor would he even enter the room,
silently handing me the platter through
the open door. Two sentries stood Just
without-soldiers Of De Baugis.
guessed, as their features were unfa-
miliar. They gazed at me curiously,
as I stood in the doorway, but with
out changing their attitudes. Plainly
was held prisoner also; NJ. Cassion's
threat was being put Into execution.
This knowledge merely served to
strengthen my decision. and closed
and barred the door again, smiling as
did 80.
It grew dusk while I made almost
vain effort to eat, and, at last, push
ing the pewter plate away. I crossed
over, and cautiously opened the wood
en- shutter Of the window. The red
light Of the sunset still illumined the
western sky, and found glorious rehec.
ton along the surface Of the river.
II was a dizzy drop to the bed Of the
stream below, but Indians were on the
opposite bank. beyond rifle shot, in
considerable force. a. half-dozen en-
noes drawn up on the sandy shore, and
several fires burning. They were too
far away for me to Judge their tribe.
yet a number among them sported war
bonnets, and I had no doubt they were
IroQuois.
So far as could perceive elsewhere.
there was no movement, as my eyes
travelled the half-clrcle. over a wide
vista Of hill and dale. green valley
and dark woods, although to the left
I could occasionally hear the sharp re-
port of n rife. In evidence that besieg-
ing savagcs were still watchful Of the
fort entrance. I could not lean out far
enough to see in that direction. yet as
the night grew darker the vicious splits
Of FIRE became visible. Above me the
solid log walls arose but few feet
a tall man might stand upon the win.
dow ledge. and find grip of the roof;
but below was the sheer drop TO the
rlver-perchance two hundred feet be-
meath. Already darkness shrouded
the wntcr. as the broad valley iaded
into the gloom of the night.
There was naught for me to do but
sit and wait. The guard which NJ.
Casslon had stationed at the door pre-
vented my leaving the room. but Its
more probable purpose was to keep
others from communicating with me.
De Tonty had evidently resorted to
diplomacy, and instead OF quarreling
with the three officers when they mp.
pronched him, had greeted them all so
genInlly rs to leave the impression that
he was disposed to permit matters to
take their natural course. He might
be watched Of course. yet was no
longer suspected as likely to help re-
cue the prisoner. All their fear now
was centered upon me. and my Dos
slble influence.
II I could be kept from any further
communication with either D'Artigny
or De Tonty, 1t was scarcely probable
that any Of the garrison would make
serious effort to interfere with their
plans. De Tonty's apparent indifrer.
encc, and his sudden triendlIness with
De Baugis and Cnssion. did not worry
me greatly. realized his purpose In
thus diverting suspicion. His pledge
Of assistance had been given me, and
his was tho word OF soldier and gen.
tleman. In some manner. and soon
before midnight certninly-I would re-
ceive message from Boisrondet.
Yet my hcnrt failed mo more than
once a. I waited. How long the time
seemed. and how deadly silent was the
night. Crouched close beside the door.
! could barely hear the muttered con.
versatIon Of the soldiers on guard:
and when I crossed to tho open win.
dow ] looked out upon blnck void.
utterly soundiess.
Not even tho distant crack Of rife
now broke the solemn stiffness. and
the only spot Of color visible was the
dull red glow Of campfire on the op.
poslte bank Of tho river. I had no way
Of computing time. and tho tagging
hours seemed centuries long. as terri.
fying doubts assnilcd mo.
Every now thought became m agony
OF suspense. Had tho plans failedf