Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 271, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 March 1923 — Page 8

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Alice of Old Vincennes By Maurice Thompson COPYRIGHT. 1908, BY ALICE LEE THOMPSON

HtLICE. foster daughter of ■JASPAKD ROUSSILLON, was loved by KIEUT. FITZHUGH BEVERLEY. American Army officer, who. with •S'ATTAIN HELM, surrendered Vincennes to the English general. Governor Hamilton, during the Revo- ■ lutionary War. ■ Alice was taken Into custody for shoot- ■ lng *S APT AIN FARNSWORTH. Hamilton would ■ have been less severo with her had she not ■ been responsible for the disappearance of H the American flag he wanted as a badge H of hia victory. H Beverley decided to escape and bring an Q. army against Hamilton. He left a note ■ for Alice with the little hunrhback. and finds a ■ locket Allco lost bearing a family crest ■ and the name Tarleton. Jeans takes the ■ note to Alice hidden between the pages of ■ "Manon Leacaut." Hamilton laughingly ■ admitted it was a beastly story, judged M Alice by tho books she read, but let her 9 hare It wiSSojt thinking to inspect it. H - 4 T care what kind of a Sf I book she reads," blurted H Hefei, “she's a fine, pure, ■ good girl. Everybody likes Hiet She’s the good angel of this Hnieerable frog-hole of a town. You'd Hike her yourself, if you'd straighten Hip and quit burning tow in your brain ■ l the time. You’re always so furlabout something that you never Have a chance to be just to yourself. Hr pleasant to anybody else.” H Hamilton turned fiercely on Heim, Hut a glimpse of the Captain's broad Mxx>d-humored face heartily smiling,, Hispelled his anger. There was no Hround upon which to maintain a Huarrel with a person so persistently H-nial and so absurdly frank. And Hi fact Hamilton was not half so bad his choleric manifestations seemed Ho make him out. Besides. Helm Hnew Just how far to go, just when Ho atop. H "If I had got furious at you every J*sme there was overwhelming provocation for it,” Hamilton said, “you'd H|ave been long since hanged or shot. H fancy that I have shown angelic B arance. I’ve given you somehat more than a prisoner 's freedom.” ■ “So you have, so you have,” as<*m nted Helm. “I've often been surHrised at your generous partiality in liy case. Let's have some hot water h something else In It, what do Hu say? I won't give you any more H'-vice for five minutes by your H “But I want some advice at once.” ■ “What about?” H “That girl.” HR “Turn her loose. That's easy and Hputable." ■ "I'll have to. T presume: but she |H ght to be punished.” H “If you’ll think less about punishHient. revenge and getting even with and everything, you’ll soon I Pgln to prosper." I Hamilton winced, but smiled as one I uite sure of himself. I Jean followed the soldier to a rickI :y log pen on the farther side of the I :orkad, where he found the prisoner I tstlesely moving about like a bird in I rustic eagre. It had no comforts, I ic-t gloomy !!ttl room. There was I o fireplace. the roof leaked, and the I uly furniture consisted of a bench *o I t on and a pile of skins for bed. looked chnrmlrply f rlorn ; - p Hg out of the wraps In whb-h she Bn bundled against the cold, her hair and rimpled in shining disorHRw around her fare. ■ The guard let Jean in and clos'd Be door, himself staying outside. H Alice was as glad to the poor Hd as if they had been parted for a SB ir. She hugged him and kissed his Hanai little face. “You dear, good Jean!" she mur“you did not forget me.” “I brought you something,” he producing the book. ■ Alice snatched it, looked at It, and Hy en at Jean. Jl "Why. what did you bring this for? Hu silly Jear.i I didn’t want this. I |9 n't like this book at all. It's hate■il- I despise it. Take It back." MM "There’s something In it for you, ■ paper with writing on it; U'-utenant Beverley wrote it on there. It’s shut between the leaves about the 99 idle.” ■ "Sh-e-sh! not so loud, the guard'll MjS* - r you," Alice breathlessly whis-W-M, her whole manner changing lnjQvntly. She was trembling, and the jH 'or had been whisked from her face, gSi the tiame from a candle In a sudHn draught. £f Ehe found the note and read It a time without a pause, her eyes along the lines back and 3jkj—'h with pathetic eagerness and Presently . she set Bswn on ihe bench and covered her with her hand. A tremor first, a convulsive sobbing, .-hook her form. Jean regarded her Jja Mi a drollv sympathetic grimace, his long chin and letting

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his head settle back between his shoulders. “Oh, Jean, Jean ” she cried at last, looking up and reaching out her arms; "O Jean, he is gone, gone, gone.'" Jean stepped closer to her while she sobbed again like a little child, i She pulled him to her and held him tightly against her breast while she once more read the note through blinding tears. The words were few, but to her they bore the message of desolation and despair. A great, i haunting, hollow voice in her heart repeated them until they echoed from vague distance to distance. It was written with a bit of lead on the half of a mildewed fly-leaf torn from the book: "Dear Alice: "I am going away. When you read this, think of me as hurrying through the wilderness to reach our army and bring it here. Be brave, as you always have been: be good, as you cannot help being; wait and watch for me: love me, as I love. you. I will ! come. Do not doubt It, I will come, and I will crush Hamilton and his command. Courage, Alice dear; courage, and wait for me. “Faithfully ever, “BEVERLEY.” She kissed the paper with passionate fervor, pouring her tears upon it In April showers between which the light of her eyes played almost fiercely, so poignant was her sense of a i despair which bordered upon desperation. “Gone, gone;” It was all she could think or say. “Gone, gone.” Jean took the offending novel back home with him. hidden under his jerkin; but Beverley’s note lay upon Alice’s heart, a sweet comfort and a | crushing weight, when an hour later j Hamilton sent for her and she was j taken before him. Her face was i stained with tears and she looked pitifully distressed and disheveled: yet despite all this her beauty asserted lt- ■ self with subtle force. Hamilton felt ashamed looking at j her, but put on sternness and spoke : without apparent sympathy: “Miss Roussillon you came near i committing a great crime. As it is. i you have dbne bad!*’ enough: but I ; wish not to be unreasonably severe. ! I hope you are sorry for your act, i and feel like doing better hereafter.” She was trembling, but her eyes looked steadily straight Into his. They were eyes of baby innocence, yet they irradiated a strong womanly spirit just touched with the old perverse, mischievous light which she could | neither banish nor control. When she ; did not make reply, Hamilton conj tinned: “You may go home now, and I shall | expect to have no more trouble on your account.” He mad? a gesture indicative of dismissal; then. ;ls she turned from him. he added, somewhat raising his voice: "And further. Miss Roussillon, that flag 3’ou took from here must positively be returned. Bee that it Is j done." She lifted her head high arid walked away, not deigning to give him a word. “Humph; what do you think now of your fine young lady?” he demanded, i turning to Helm with a sneering curl of his mouth. "She gives thanks copiously for a kindness, don’t you think?” “Poor girl, she was scared nearly out of her life.” said Helm. “She got away from you. like a wounded bird from a snare. I never saw a faco more pitiful than hers.” “Much pity she needs, and greatly like a wounded bird she acts, I must say; but good riddance If she'll keop her place hereafter. I despise myself when I have to be hard with a woman, j especially a pretty one. That girl’s | a saucy and fascinating minx, and as I dangerous as twenty men. I’ll keep ! a watch on her movements from this on, and if she gets into mischief again I’ll transport her to Detroit, or give her away to the Indians. She must stop her high-handed foolishness.” Helm saw that Hamilton was talking mere wind, vox et praeterea nihil, and he furthermore felt that ius babbling signified no harm to Alice; but Hamilton surprised him presently by saying: “I have Just learned that Lieutenant Beverley is actually gone. Did you know of his departure?" "What are you Haying, sir?” Helm jumped to his foot, not ar.gr>-, but excited. “Keep cool, you need not answer If you prefer silence or evasion. You may want to go yourself soon.” Helm burst out laughing, but quick J! y growing serious said: I "Has Beverley been such a driveling fool as that? Are you in earnest?” “He killed two of my scouts, wounded another, and crossed the ! Wabash in their canoe. He is going straight towards Kaskaskia.” “The idiot; Hurrah for him! If you catch your hare you may roast him, but catch him first, Governor!” “You’ll joke out of the other comer of your mouth, Captain Helm, if I find out that you gave him aid or countenance in breaking his parole." “Aid or countenance! I never saw 1 blm after he walked out of this room. You gave him a devil of a sight more aid and countenance than I did. What are you talking about! Broke his pa- | role! He did no such thing. He returned it to you fairly, as you well know. He told you he wa going.” “Well, I’ve sent twenty of my swiftest Indians after him to bring him back. I’ll Jet you see him shot. That ought to please you.” “They’ll never get him. Governor. T’ll bet high on him against your twenty scalp lifters any day. l’iizhugh Beverley is the best Indian fighter, I Daniel Boone and Rirnon Kenton excepted, In the American colonies.” On her way home Alice met Father Beret, who turned and walked beside her. lie was so overjoyed at her release that he could scarcely speak: but held her hand and stroked it gently whilp she told him her story It was beginning to rain, a steady, cold shower, when they reached the i house, and for many days and nights S 'hereafter the downfall continued almost Incessantly. “Dear child." said Father Beret, stopping at the gate i nd looking beseechingly into Alice's face, “you mus ! stay at homo now—stay in the noiis< —it will be horribly dangerous for you to pass about in the village after your —after what has happened.” "Do not fear, father, I will be careful. Aren’t you coming in? I'll find you a cake and a glass of wine.”

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"No, child, not now." "Then good-by. good-by," she said, turning from him to run into the house. "Come soon, i shall be so lonesome.” On the veranda she suddenly stopped, running her fingers about her neck and Into her bosom. "Oh, father, Fater Beret, I’ve lost rny locket!" she cried. “See if 1 dropped it there." She went back to the gate, search-

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ing the ground with her eyea. Os course she did not ilnd the locket. It was miles and miles away close to the heart of her lover. If she could but have known this, it would have comforted her. Beverley had intended to leave it with Jean, but in his haste and excitement he forgot; writing the note distracted his attention; and so he bore Alice’s picture on his breast and In his heart while pursuing his long and perilous Journey.

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Four of Hamilton’s scouts came upon Beverley twenty miles south of Vincennes, but having the advantage of them, he killed two almost immediately, and after a running fight, the other two attempted escape in a canoe on the Wabash. Here, firing from a bluff, he wounded a third. Both then plunged head foremost Into the water, and by keeping below the surface, got away. The adventure gave Beverley new spirit and self-reliance; he felt

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that he could accomplish anything necessary to his undertaking- In the oaptiured pirogue he crossed the river and, to make his trail hartl to find, sent the little craft adrift down the current. Then alone, in the dead c* winter, he took his bearings and stru-k across the dreary, houseless plain toward St. Louis. As soon as Hamilton's diSQomQted aoouta reported to him, he at*** Long-

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Hair with twenty picked savages, armed and supplied for continuous and rapid marching in pursuit of Beverley. There was a large reward for bringing him in alive, a smaller one for his scalp. When Alice heard of all this ,her buoyant and happy nature seemed entirely to desert her for a time, was proud to find out that Beveßey had shown himself brave and c&prede; It touched her love of heroism;/ but

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she knew too much about Indian fare to hope that he could hold his own against Long-Hair, the wiliest, and boldest of scalp-hunters, and twenty of the most experienced braves in Hamilton's forces. He would almost certainly be killed and scalped, or captured and brought back to be shot or hanged In Ylnoann—c The thought chilled and, mrdldeJl liar blood. [