The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-04-17


sending into it a thrilling timbre:
you shall not harm him-you must
not do itp'
Beverley was astounded when he
saw her, the thing was so unexpected.
so daring, and done with such nigh.
/ imperious force; still it was but a
realization of what he had imagined
she would be upon occasion. He
/ stood gazing at her. az did ali the
rest. while she faced Clark and the
! platoon of rtfiemen. To hear his own
name pass her quivering lips. In that
/ tone and in that connection, seemed
| to him a conservation.
Would you be more savage than
your Indian prisoner" she went on.
less grateful than he for a life saved?
I did him a small, n very small, serY-
ice once, and in memory of that he
saved Lieutenant Beverley's life, be
cause-bscause-" she faltered for a
single breath, then added clearly and
with magnetic observation-disclosures
Lieutenant Beverley loved me, and
because 1 loved him. This Indian
Long Hair showed a gratitude that
could overcome his strongest passion.
You white men should be ashamed to
fall below his standard
Her words went home. It was as #
the beauty Of her face, the magnetism
OF her lssome and symmetrical form,
the sweet fire OF her eyes and the
passionate appeal of her voice gave
what she said new and irresistible
force OF truth When she spoke of
| Beverley's love for her, and declared
| her love for him. there was not
manly heart in all the garrison that
did not suddenly beat quicker and
| feel a strange, sweet watt Of tender
| ness. A mother, somewhere, a wife
a daughter, a sister. sweetheart
| called through that voice OF absolute
| womanhood.
Beverley, what can do7" NUT
tered Clark, his bronze face as pale
as lt could possibly become.
'Dor" Numbered Beverley; 'doi you
| cannot murder that man. Hamilton
| is the man you should shoot! He Of
| fered large rewards, he infamed the
| passions and fed the love Of run and
| the cupidity Of poor wild men Ike the
one standing yonder. Yet you take
| him prisoner and treat him with dis
tinguished consideration. Hamilton
| offered large sum for me taken
alive, a smaller one for my scalp.
/ Long Hair saved me. You let Ham
| ilton stand yonder in perfect safety
while you shoot the Indian Shame on
you, Colonel Clark. shame on you, ii
you do IT."
Alice stood looking at the stalvart
| commander while Beverley was pour
/ ing forth his torrent Of sCathing ref
| erence to Hamilton, and she quickly
saw that Clark was moved. Tho mo-
ment was ripe for the finishing stroke
| They say it Is genius that avaiis it
self Of opportunity. Beverley knew
| the fight was won when he saw what
| followed. Alice suddenly left Long
Hair and ran to Colonel Clark. who
| felt her warm, strong arms loop round
him for single point Of time, never
| to be effaced from his memory; then
| he saw her kneeling at his feet, her
/ hands upstretChed. her face a glorious
/ PRAYER. while she pleaded the Indians
| cause and won It.
Doubtless. while we all rather feel
/ that Clark was weak to be thus
swayed by a girl. we cannot quite
I
he had heard her history from Bever-
/ legs cunning lips; he actually be
/ lieved that Hamilton was the real cul-
prit. and besides he felt not a little
! nauseated with executing Indians, a
good excuse TO have an end of It all
/ did not go begging.
! But LOng-Hair was barely gone over
] the horizon from the fort, as free and
as villanous a savage as ever trod
| the earth. when a discovery made by
! Oncle Jazon caused Clark to hate him
self for what he had done.
The old scout picked up the scalp,
which Long-HaIr had flung at Hamil-
ton. and examined 1t with odious curl
osity. He had fingered on the spot
with no other purpose than to get
| possession of that CHASTITY relic. Since
| losing his own scalp the subject of
Crown-locks had grown upon his mind
until it's fascination was Irresistible.
He studied the hair Of every person
he saw. as a physiognomist studies
faces. He held the grewsone thing
up before him, scrutinizing II with the
| expression Of a connoisseur who has
discovered on a grimy canvas the sig
nature Of an old master.
Sac bleu" he presently broke
forth. We'll I'll be Look 60 yer.
George Clark! Come yer an look.
we've been sold agin. Take a squint
ef We pleased
Colonel Clark. with his hands
crossed behind him, his face thought
fully contracted. was walking slowly
to and fro little way off. He turned
about when Oncle Jazon spoke.
What now. Jazon?"
"A mighty heap right now. that's
what; come yer an let me show We
Yer fine sort o eejit, now amt YER
The two men walked toward each
other and met. Oncle JaEon held I'D
the scalp with one hand, pointing at
It with the index finger Of the other
This here scalp come off'n Rene
de Ronville's head"
And who is hep
Who's he? Ye may we'll ak tibet
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