The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-04-16
TX you say that because your
man-because Lieutenant
Beverley has returned It


Beverley has returned It
is always so. You have
everything to make you happy, while
IL"
Again her eyes spilled their shower
and she hid her face in her hands
which Alice tried in vain to remove.
Don't cry, Adrfenne. You didn't
see me crying"
mo. OF course not; you didn't have
a thing to cry about. Lieutenant Bev-
erley told you just where he was go
ing and just what
But think, Adrienne, only think Of
the awful story they told-that he
was killed, that Governor Hamilton
had paid Long-Hair for killing him
and bringing back his scalp-oh. dear,
Just think! And 1 thought it was
true"
well, I'd be willing to think and
believe anything in the world, il Rene
would come back" said Adrienne, her
face, now uncovered. showing pitiful
lines of suffering. 20 Alice. Alice, and
he never, never will conner
Alice exhausted every device to
cheer, encourage and comfort her.
when she lay recovering from the
shock of Hamilton's pistol bullet.
which, although it came near killing
her, made no serious wound-only a
bruise, in fact It was one of those
fortunate accidents, or providentially
ordered interferences, which once in
a while save a life. The stone disc
worn by Alice CHANGED TO lie exactly
in the missiles way, and while it was
not broken, the ball, already some
what checked by passing through sew
eral folds of Father Beret's garments,
hattened itself upon it with a shock
which somehow struck Alice senseless.
Here again, history in the form OF
an ancient family document "a letter
written in 1921 by Alice HERSELF, gives
us the curious brace Of incidents to
Wit, the breaking Of the miniature on
Beverley's breast by a British musket-
ball, and the stopping Of Hamilton s
bullet over Alice's heart by the Indian
charm stone.
Which shows the goodness OF God, -
the letter goes on, "and also seems to
sustain the Indian legend concerning
the stone. that whoever might wear If
could not be killed. Unquestionable
(sicl Mr.. Hamilton's shot. which was
aimed at poor, dear old Father Beret
would have pierced my heart. but for
that charm-stone. AS for my lOcket
it did not. as some have reported, save
FitzhUghs life when the musket-ball
was stopped. The ball was so spent
that the bow was only hard enough to
spoil temporary (sic) the face Of the
miniature. which was afterwards re
stored fairly well by an artist in Paris.
When it did actually save Fitzhugh' S
life was out on the Illinois plain. The
savage, Long Hair, peace TO his mem
ory, worked the miracle Of restoring to
me" Here fold in the paper has
destroyed a linz Of the writing.
The letter is a sacred family paper,
and there is not justification for going
into its faded and. in some parts,
almost obliterated writing. But Sc
much may pass into these pages as
pleasant Authorization Of what
otherwise might be altogether toe
sweet a double nut for the critics
teeth TO crack.
While Adrienne and Alice were still
discussing the probability Of Rene de
RonvilIe's return. NJ. Roussillon came
to the door. He was in search OF
Madame. his wife. whom he had not
vet seen.
He gathered the two girls In his
mighty arms, tousling them with
rough tenderness. Alice returned his
afectionate embrace and told him
where to find Madame Roussillon
who was with Dame Godere, prob
ably at her house.
Nobody killed" he said, IN answer
to Alices inquiry about the catas
trophe at the fort. "Some Of 'em hurt
and burnt a little. Great big scare
about nearly nothing. Ziffl my chill
dren, you should have seen me quiet
things. put out my hands, this way
CONNIE ca-poufi It was all over
The people went home"
His gestures indicated that he haC
borne back an army with open hands
Then he chucked Adrienne under the
chin with his finger and added in his
softest voice:
It saw somebody's lover the other
day, over yonder in the Indian village
He spoke to me about somebody-eh
ma petite, que voulez-vous dire?"
"Oh. Papa Roussillonl we were just
talking about Rener' cried Alice
Have you seen himT
IT saw you. you little mink, jump
ing into a mans arms right under
the eyes of a whole garrison, Bah
I could not believe It was my little
AliceP'
He let go a grand guffaw. which
seemed to shake the cabins walls
Alice blushed cherry red. Adrienne
too bashful to inquire about Rene
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