Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 18 September 1896 — Page 7

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C.W.BURTON ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

Will do a general law business in Montgomery and adjoining- counties. Special attention given to conveyancing: and the settlement of decedents.

Office over Jlai. Kline's Jewelry store.

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"Soldiers are ana ever nave Deen tlie hired murderers of despots. I caunot go near them. AYhy invoke tlie aid of man when the hand cf Jehovah rests oil the mountains, where the weakest may seize it?" "I have told my story," said the young mail, biting his lip and turning to examine the bridle aud .saddle girth. "And I have heard ifc. Go to thy father and leave me here to pray for light before'this mountain altar lire.

The Prophet waved his hand, then dropped on his knees and lowered his head. Without a word Louis Kyle swung himself into the saddle, shook the bridle rein, and liis rested horse wheeled and shot into the darkness.

The Prophet remained in his attitude of devotion until the clanging of flying hoofs had died out, and he might have retained bis position longer had not his quick ear caught the sound of approaching steps. He sprang to his feet, grasping liis rifle in the act, and within a few seconds was out of tlie glare of the fire and in the shadow of an overhanging rock. "Who comes there?" lie demanded in a voice determined and military. "I, Black Eagle, the Shoshone," was the reply, and the next instant the young Indian was before the fire. "Comest thou alone?" "I do." "Then go thou to the other side of the fire, for thy acts have brought a fixe between thee and me."

The young Indian obeyed promptly, and the Prophet advanced to the fire. "I am and want to continue your friend,'' said Black Eagle, with an exon of awe and wonder on his keen

"Can the man be my friend who associates with *iy foes? Talk not to me of friendship! You came here in pursuit of Louis Kyle," said the Prophet, dropping his usual form of the pronoun. "The Prophet mistakes," replied Black Eagle. "We saw the fire from far down the valley. Never do I remember seeing one before in this place, so I came to learn what- it might mean." "And now that thou hast learned?" "Now I will return to the camp of the white men." "Aye, return and say to Bouton and his murderers that you found Daniel the Prophet kneeling beside his altar fire. And further say that he was praying that the Great Spirit might destroy the Ishxnaelitcs, who thirst for the blood find tlie spoils of those journeying to the promised land." "I shall go." "Go and come not again near me! Go, Black Eagle, to thy fellows! Once thou wert a child. I fed and clothed and taught thee. Now thou hast rejected my teachings and fled. So go, and come not near me again forever!"

The Indian lowered his head and withdrew, but he had not been gone many minutes when the Prophet followed on hi3 trail with strides swift and silent.

Black Eagle returned to the outlaw camp and was telling, with awe written on his countenance, what he had seen, when a step was heard in the darkness, and before an exclamation of surprise could be uttered the Prophet stood in their midst. His erect, gigantic form was particularly distinguished by contrast with a large number of men, and the light in liis eyes looked as if caused by fires behind. The outlaws, from the leader down, had a dread of this man, who more than once had appeared among them to utter incomprehensible prophecies or to deter them from their contemplated deeds of death and plunder. The Prophet looked slowly about him, as if reading the thoughts in every acc. The silence was becoming painful, when Boutonij'roke it by saying: "We aro glad to see the Prophet again." "Glad!" repeated the Prophet. "That is what I said." "And you would have me believe the lie?" "You are taking advantage of an old privilege now," said Bouton, a greener tinge coming to his face. 'If you cannot be a gentleman, you must remain away." "A gentleman!" exclaimed the Prophet, and he hastily brushed the red beard from hi3 lips and showed his even, white teeth. "A gentleman that remained voluntary for an hour in such company would lose his character on earth and bo damned through all the seons of eternity." "Then why do you come?" "I come, as before, to wain you." "We have not heeded your warnings, yet we survive and prosper." 'Aye, as the wolf prospers away from the hunter. But if the hunter pursue, the wolf cannot long escape. "Wliat-liarm have the peaceful people under Captain Brandon done that ye, claiming to bo men, should war on their women and children? Ye who have sisters and remember your mothers^—ba they living or sainted—depart hence at once, for if yo do not ruin will come:, as my soul liveth. The Prophet drew himself up, and as he looked about him his eyes fell on Henry Kyle, who liad withdrawn to the edge of the crowd. Seeing him, the Prophet called out: "And thou art here?" "As you see, Prophet," replied Henry, laughing to iridWhe blush that crimsoned his clieek. "Away, man, before it is too late! Away ere your hands are reddened by the blood of a brother or his hands bo imbued in your? Tarry not, for thy father's head is bowed, and grief: and shaino sit on thy mother's heart. Tlio beautiful eyes of thy sister aro red with much weeping, and she clasps her white hands in sorrow aud despair."

The Prophet pointed to the mountain, behind which lay Henry Kyle's home, and in this tragic attitude stood with his long arjji extended for some time.

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Bouton saw tnat .nenrv ivyie was a Erected, and knowing liis ardent, impulsive iiurure he hastened to his side and whispered: "I must get this man out of camp." "Why ik.d do it, thru?" "He will not leave while you aro here. Step away before he i.pens again." "And I am to begin my work at onee?" askel Henry as he tightened his belt. "At oiioe, :srd the sooner the.better," replied Bru-fuj.

Henry Kyle, without another word, turned and disappeared iu the dense undergrowth cn one side ef i!io camp. "You have sent, him u\" said the Prophet..v:h a Bouton returned. "You liuve ordered him to^'murder. On your head be. that blood that is about to be shed.''

The Prophet shouldered his rifle and strode iu tlie direction of Captain Bran don's camp. "Hold!" shouted Bouton. "Where are you going?" "I am going to the aid of the oppressed," replied the Prophet, and as he

"Go to thy father!"

spoke he wheeled and faced the gang with his eyes flaming and his rifle in the hollow of his left arm. "You cannot go there."' "Who can prevent?" "I!" 'Prevent me, then. But let me say this: No man ever lived to fire at me a second time. Long before you came to thes-.o mountains I was here, and here I will be long, after the wolves have eaten thy carcass and left thy white bones glistening on the mountain side."

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No words can adequately convey the effect of this defiance. The man looked like an inspired lion, and the desperadoes drew back like jackals. The voice rang out like a huge blast, and the atti tude was the very ideal of heroic contempt The Prophet waited as though to see if a hand would be raised, and an expression ot unutterable loatiung swept over his face as he wheeled and resumed his onward march.

Howard Blauchard was the first to discover the approach of the wild figure, and it was so strange and startling—so different from anything he had ever beheld—that, in his momentaiy alarm, he would have raised his arm and fired had not Captain Brandon seized the weapon and called out: "Hold! That is the Prophet and my friend 1"

With the activity of a youth, and all the more surprising in one of his size, the Prophet laid his band on the stone wall that surrounded the corral and vaulted ovsr.

The Prophet inquired about the strength of the force and made some shrewd suggestions as to further action.

During the day neither Captain Brandon nor his men showed themselves above the wall, but the children, who could not be restrained inside the central stockade, moved about without being molested. At times the riflemen up on the cliffs fired down a random shot, as if to show that he was still on the lookout. "Let him stay there until it is dark, and I will make it hot for him," said the captaiij, when about sunset another bullet whizzed over the camo.

True to his word, the captain crept out with the dusk. He assured his friends he would be back in an hour or two and told Howard Bianchard to take command till he returned. "If the young man makes a mistake, I will correct him," said the Prophet

Two hours passed, but the captain did not return. Midnight came and morning neared, but still ho was absent. And the Prophet raised his hands and said: "I fear me a great misfortune has befallen us. We may never see the brave captain again."

CHAPTER VIL

In a former chapter it was said that Captain Brandon placed the utmost reliance in ajl but one of his men, and to this man he could not openly show his suspicion. His name was Patch, and he was employed at Omaha to drive one of the mulo teams. Short, thickset and bullet headed, Patch looked an ideal prizefighter, an effect heightened by a broken nose and tho absence of front teeth. Patch was very taciturn beyond the professional swearing at his mules, profanity being considered on the jilains as essential to tho mule's progress and usefulness as harness. He rarely spoke, and ho never jouied the people about the campfire in the evenings.

His great delight was to sit on tho wagon box and clicw tobacco. Ho actually devoured great black slabs of it From this perch lie would watch the immigrants, or rather he would watch one of tlieni, Clara Blancharrl. He followed her every movement with his red rimmed cyis, and at times was so fascinated as to fall into a mesmeric state and sleep on the box all night.

Patch sr-' ,iiitted to Captain Brandon's discipline. Lad a dread of tho tall guide, and would have offered no resistance had that person kicked him, but behind this Show of obedience the debased spirit was in revolt. He. would have deserted at once but for the fascination that kept him within the sight of Clara l^lanehard. Through his dim brain the thought crept, "If I was to help bust this outfit up, them Bouton chaps mout let me have charge of her like a kinder reward."

While watching his mules that day Patch discovered something which had escaped the notice of Captain Brandon and which could not have been thought of by Bouton's party—viz, the river, on which the semicircular corral wall abutted, was so shallow at tlie upper part of the camp and for many yards up the river that it could bo waded without reaching a depth abovo tho knee, and in this way the place could br surprised and taken in tho rear. Patch was oil guard the first half of tho night, and it can bo said that ho was too much absorbed in the contemplated treachery to givo any thought to tlie duties or dangers of his position. Ho listened eagerly to everything that was said, and the instant lie was relieved ho resolved to test the practicability of his own scheme. He succeeded in reaching the outlaw camp and was brought' before Bouton, who at once asked: "Aro there many more like you over in that camp?" "No, boss, there ain't another one. I was mighty lonely over there, suid that why I left." "Left?" repeated Bouton. "Yes. Lit out." "You're a deserter, then?" "As full blowed and fresh a one as you ever clapped eyes on," chuckled the wretch. "I can give you a few wrinkles that'll open your eyes." "Well, what are they?"

Patch lowered his voice to make his words more impressive and confidential, and then toid of his discovery and offered to guide Bouton and his men. "But what if you area spy and want to lead us to destruction?" asked Bouton, who in his heart felt that the wretch was sincere in his villainy. "Couldn't you shoot me down at once if you seed I was givin you away?"

Bouton believed the renegade and was resolved to try his plan at once. Two hours of daylight remained, time sufficient to win and to have an hour to spare. "One-half of the force will be sufficient," said Bouton. "Get ready, men, as I call vour names."

He was selecting his men when Black Eagle sped in from the darkness and stood gasping in their midst. "What is it, Black Eagle? Speak!" shouted Bouton, alarmed at the manner of the young Shoshone. "Henry Kyle"— "What of him?" "Killed, we fear! Come, come! Captain Brandon is back in the hills!" And Black Eagle waved his arms in the direction from which he had come.

After Captain Brandon left the camp —ostensibly to find the man who had been firing at them all day, but really to spy out the enemy and to get a good idea of their force and raise the siege if feasible by a bold dash—he crept to the summit of the cliff and found the rifle-

man's post deserted. From this vantage ground he could count, the men about there and see exactly where the vedettes were posted. Satisfied with the survey and resolved to lead a dash on the sleeping outlaws, he started back to his own camp by a circuitous route that led him farthest away from the enemy. He had gone safely over half the distance when he came to a halt by hearing low voices near by. Captain Brandon crouched down behind a rock and listened. The voices soon ceased, and he could hear the light, quick step of an

"Are there many more like you over in that camp?" Indian as he glided back to the outlaw camp. He also heard the clicking of Henry Kyle's rifle as he paced the hill with a step as noiseless as tho falling of a leaf.

In this trying situation Captain Brandon never lost his presence of mind. He reasoned that it would be fatal to bring on a conflict there and that if he could strike the river at a point higher up he could swim down till ho reached his own camp.- He started to carry out this plan, but in a short time found liis course blocked by a precipitous mass of rocks that was the extension of a mountain spur abutting on tho river. He turned with the intention of finding a path to the water, when suddenly, cm rounding a bowlder, ho found himself face to face with Henry Kyle.

With the strength of a giant and the quickness of a tiger the captain threw

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upon this man and bore him to

tho ground. The rifle fell from the younger man's grasp as he was in the act of falling, and the captain did not attempt to use his.

Henry Kyle's first impulse was to shout to his companions for aid, but the lion in liis -nature asserted itself before the cry rose to his lips. Ho had a young man's pride in his strength and activity. Man to man he felt himself to bo the peer of the best. Why should ho tear this white headed man single handed? He did not fear him. With an effort that amazed 'the captain Henry straggled to his feet and tried to reach his knife, but the iron grip on his arm tightened and he, could feel his muscles crushing and his veins swelling painful ]y below where the hard hand grasped him. "Not a word, Surrender at once,' hissed the captain, "or I will crush you to death. "You surrender," replied the yoaag man with a fierce oath, "for you cannot get awav from me.''

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"Deluded wretch! If 1 could meet all your band ono or two at a tinio riiis way tlie work of destroying them would bo simple, but I have pity for you, pity for the mother that, they say still loves you,'' said the captain. And as lie spoke he seized the knife, in the young man's belt and sent it rattling down tho rocks. "I do not want your pity! Curse you! Release moor I will go at you with my teeth!"

This was shouted in a voice of mingled anger and pain, and the cry was heard down the river by the Indians. "Hold him, Henry! Hold him!" cried Black Eagle. "Iiurry, hurry!" was the response.

Captain Brandon heard the tlioux and Slioshones advancing, iuid knew that, self preservation demanded prompt action. "On your own head bo tho blood, then,'' he said.

The young man tried to tear himself away, but ho was as a child in this man's hands. He felt himself being lifted bodily into tho air and poised there for an instant then he knew no more.

The Indians, who came a moment afterward, found Henry Kyle crushed and bleeding on tho rocks.

CHAPTER VUL

"Bo not try to change me," repeated Louis Kyle. It was an appeal to his father rather than an assertion of his own inflexible determination. '"v""I cannot read your past,''he went on, "but I see my own present, and I must work for my own future. This I will do with love for you, my mother and Nora, but do not force me to disobey by asking me to run counter to my own sense of duty." "He has his uncle Frederick's spirit and his undo Frederick's ways. O God, O God!" cried the agonized father, and his fingers again interlocked and his head fell forward on his breast "An uncle Frederick!" exclaimed Louis. 'I never heard you speak of him before." "He is dead," wailed the distracted father.

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Valentine! Tell him all! Tell

him alll" cried Mra Kyle, coming over and kneeling beside her husband, with her white hands pressed about liis, so hard and brown. "Ease your heart by telling Louis all. A knowledge of the ono rash act of your life will not quench his love.", "Oh, my father, there can bo no act in the past that would change me. You have been to mo from my earliest mem o.ry my ideal of all that is brave, self denying and noble. I ask not to lift the curtain or your past. But hear me—believe me that I would die to save you now that I am ready to bear with you all the troubles of tho past and to share with you all tho burden they have brought For many years I have noticed that the shadow of a great affliction hung over your heiirt, and I have yearned to dispel it by the suushine of my own love. But do not let us yield to despair: there are four of us left." he continued, drawing Nora to his side and kissing her wet cheeks. "If need be, I will give up all else to make you happy, but I should scorn ms-self if I did not Follow the light that I have, aud that light leads me to act for your good as well as mine." "Trust him, husband. Trust Louis," pleaded Mrs. Kyle.

Valentine Kyle heaved a sigh, and, compressing his lips, raised his agonized face to the ceiling. Could he open his heart to his own son—to this only sou, for the other was worse than dead— and show him there the blood stains that had remained fresh through all tho years sjnee that awful night?

The conflict between desire and shame, duty and love, tho confirmed habit of secrecy and the fear of letting in more light, and of knowing what his son might think of him, was fearful but brief. "I will tell Louis all, all, "ho said, straightening up, with such an expression on his face as bravo men wear when the ship is sinking beneath them. "Shall Nora and I withdraw?" asked Mra Kyle, taking her daughter's hand and leading her toward the door. "Yes, wife, and tell her the whole truth. Tho years have made our secret too big and heavy for two to bear. Wo thought that time would obliterate it, but it has grown and grown and gnawed into my soul like rusting fetters on the. h'mh« nf nricmipr

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Win. W atson. of 1'd.rke counts, was heie buying uiulys last,week. Sam Or iines, Fred Gardner and Wall l'roctor wen lip to Eii Grimes' vSiiinl:iy.

Monroe Nicholas aud family, of CrawiortUviUe, were in Uussellville, Saturday lianson Grimes and family and Sain W, Evans and family wero guests of Sam Galey and wife Sunday.

Dan Gott has returned from Washington, 111., where he has been working this summer oa- the railroad, lie will return there after the election.

Dr. Ntraughn went to the entertainment at ParUei'sburg Saturday instead of filling his appointment to speak at RiiSHelivilJe on free coinage of «ilv«r. The Republicans think that, the Doctor bas gone back on free silver,

Judge Grime s, of North Platte, Neb, formerly of Uusvellvilie, delivered a due speech last .Saturday evening to a e. owd of 1,500 paople on the .political issues of tho day: W. H. Lear followed with a good speech full of sound ad vie.

It seems that Russell-rile has got in the habit of letting outlaws^arade the streets nowadays.- They have a young man by the name of Ike lirown who has made his brag that he could not be arrested. It does seem strange that the authorities allow such cattle to go loose. Last Saturday 13rown got drunk and charged up and down the street cursing and applying vile epithpts to the citizens of the town. The officers should do their duty.

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