The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-03-24


Hamilton hears that BeFerley has
escaped ard killed some Of his scouts
Twenty picked savages headed by -,
LONG-HAIR are sent to bring Beverley BACK
dead or alive. Alice has little hope that
Beverley will escape.
~ 9TH Helme and Father Beret
- tried to encourage and comfort
her by representing the proba-
biHties in the fairest light.
It's like hunting for a needle in a
haystack, going out to find man in
that wilderness" said Helm with Opt
mistic cheerfulness; and, besides
Beverley is no easy dose for twenty
red niggers to take. I've seen him
tried at worse odds than that. and
he got out with a whole skin. too.
Don't you fret about him, Miss Rous-
siIlon.''
Little help came to her from at
tempts of this sort. She might
brighten up for while, but the dark
dread, and the terrible gnawing at her
heart, the sinking and despair1ng in
her soul, could not be cured.
What added UNNECESSARILY TO her
distress was the attention of Farms
worth, whose wound troubled him but
a short time. He seemed 10 have had
a revelation and a change of spirit
since the unfortunate encounter and
the subsequent nursing at Alice 5
hands. He was grave, earnest, kind
", evidently striving to play a gen
tie and honorable part. She would
feel that he carried a load Of regret,
that he wanted to pay a full price in
good for the evil that he had done;
his sturdy English heart was righting
itself nobly, yet she but half under
stood him, until his actions and
words began to betray his love, and
then she hated him unreasOnably.
Realizing this. Farnsworth bore him
self more like a faithful dog than in
the manner hitherto habitual 10 him.
He simply Swallowed Alice and would
not be rebuffed.
There can be nothing more painful
to a finely sympathetic nature than
regret for having done a kindness.
Alice experienced this to the fullest
degree She had nursed Farnsworth
but a little while, vet it was a while
Of sweet influence. Her tender woman
nature felt the bIessedness Of doing
good to her enemy lying helpless in
her house and hurt by her own hand.
But now she hated the man. and with
all her soul she was sorry that she
had been kind TO him; for out Of her
kindness he had drawn the spell Of a
love under which he lived a new life,
and all for her. Yet deep down in
her consciousness the pity and the
pathos Of the thing lowered gloomily
and would not be driven out.
The rain in mid-winter gave every
prospect . sad, cold sodden gray APP
pearance. The ground was soaked,
little rills ran in the narrow streets,
the small streams became great rivers,
the Wabash overlooked its banks and
made a sea of al the lowlands on
either side. It was hard on the poor
jewellers in the matched and mostly
f1oorless cabins, for the grass roofs
gradually let the water through and
puddles formed on the ground inside.
Fuel was distant and had to be hauled
scarce and hunting almost impossible
Many people, especially children, were
taken Ill with colds and fever Alice
found some relief from her trouble in
going from cabin to cabin and waiting
upon the sufferers; but even here
Farnsworth could not be gOJ rid Of;
he followed her night and day. Never
fre h.
from head to foot, more lovelorn and
love-docile. The maiden had complete
ly subdued the man.
About this time, deep in a rainy
and pitch-black night, Gaspard Rous-
sillon came home. He tapped on the
door again and again. Alice heard,
but she hesitated 10 Speak or move.
Was she growing cowardly? Her heart
beat Ike a drum. There was but one
person in all the world that she could
think Oft was not NJ. Roussillon.
All, no, she had nigh-weu forgotten
her gigantic foster father.
''It is l. ma cherie, it is Gaspard,
my love. open the door," came in a
booming half-whisper from without.
Alice. Jean. it is your Papa Rous-
silon, my dears. Let me in"
Alice was at the door in a minute.
unbarring it. NJ. ROussillon entered.
armed to the teeth, the water dribbIng
from his buckskin clothes.
''Pouf!" he exclaimed. my throat
is like dust" His thoughts were div
ing into the stores under the floor.
It am famished- Dear children. dear