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

BEGIN HEBE ALICE, footer daughter ol GASPARD ROUSSILLON, was loved by EITZHUGH BEVERLEY, American Army officer, who with CAPTAIN HELM, surrendered Vlncenne9 to the English general. GOVERNOR HAMILTON, during the Revolutionary War. Roussillon, a fugitive from \ incennes, stole home to see his family when Hamilton's patrolmen rushed in. Roussillon escaped and Alice wounded one assailant before . . , , FARNSWORTH. English litutenant, arrived, but because of Ins infatuation for Alice hesitated to surrender her to Hamilton. Beverley escaped from Vincennes and met two old friends. SIMON KENTON and , ... ONCLE JAZON. who intended going with him to ask help from COLONEL CI.ARK They were attacked and captured by twenty savages headed by LONG HAIR, whom Hamilton had sent after them. ~ y y GH! dog!” he grunted, and ** I I gave Beverley a kick in V J the side. Then turning a fiendish stare upon Oncle Jazon he proceeded to deliver against his old, dry riba three or four like contributions with resounding effect. “Polecat! Little old greasy woman!” he snarled, “make good fire for warrior to dance by!” Kenton also received his full share of the kicks and verbal abuse, after which LongHair gave orders for fires to be built. Then he looked to his hurt arm and had the bone set and bandaged, never so much as wincing the while. It was soon apparent that the Indians purposed to celebrate their successful enterprise with a feast. They cooked a large amount of buffalo steak; then, each with his hands full of the savory meat, they began to dance around the fires, droning meantime an atrociously repellant chant. "They’re a ’spectin’ to hev a leetle bit o’ fun outen us,” muttered Oncle Jazon to Beverley, who lay near him. "I onderstan’ what they’re up to, dad dast ’em! More’n forty years ago In Ca’lina, they put me an’ Jim Hipes through the ga’ntlet, an’ arter thet, in Kaintuck. me an’ Sir Kenton tuck the run. Hi, there. Si! where air ye?” "Shut yer fool mouth,” Kenton growled under his breath. "Ye’ll have that Injun a kickin’ our lights out of us again.” Oncle Jazon winked at the gray sky and puckered his mouth so that It looked like a nut gall on an old, dry leaf. “'What's the diff'ence?” he demanded. “I'd jest as soon be kicked now as arter while; it’s got to come anyhow.” Kenton made no response. The thongs were torturing his arms and legs. Beverley was silent, but consciousness had returned, and with it a sense of despair. All three ot’ the prisoners lay face upward, quite unable to move, knowing full well that a terrible ordeal awaited them. Oncle Jazon's grim humor could not be quenched, even by the galling agony of the thongs that buried themselves in the flesh, and the ant.cipatlon of torture beside which death would seem a luxury. “Yap! Long-hair, how’s y<r arm?” he called Jeeringly. "Feels pooty good, hay?” Long-Hair, who was not joining In the dance and song, turned when he heard these taunting words, and mistaking whence they came, went to Beverley’s side and kicked him again and again. Oncle Jazon heard the loud blows, and considered the Incident a remarkably good joke. "He, he. he!” he snickered, as soon as Long-Hair walked away again. ”1 does the talkin’ an’ somebody else gits the thumpin’! Them kicks was good solid Jolts, wasn't they. Lieutenant? Sounded like they was. He. he, he!” Beverley gave no heed to Oncle Jason's exasperating pleasantry: hut Kenton, eorely chafing under the pressure of his bonds, could not refrain from making retort In kind. "I'd give ye one poundin' that ye'd remember, Emile Jazon, If I could get to ye. ye old twisted-face. peeledheaded, crooked-mouthed, aggravatin’ scamp!” he exclaimed, not thinking how high his naturally strong voice was lifted. “I can stand any fool but a damn fool!” Long-Hal- heard the concluding epithet and understood its meaning. Moreover, he thought himself the target at which it was so energetically launched. Wherefore he promptly turned back and gave Kenton a kicking -that made his body resound not unlike a drum. And here it was that Oncle Jazon overreached himself. He was so delighted at Kenton's luck that he broke forth giggling and thereby drew against his own ribs a considerable improvement of Long-Hair's pedal applications. ' v “Ventrebleu!” whined the old man. when the Indian had gone away again. “Holy Mary! Jee-ru-sa-lem! They’s nary bone o’ me left ’at’s not splintered as fine as toothpickcrs! S’pose yer satisfied now, ain’t ye. Si Kenton? 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the fust time I git a chance at ye, ye blab-mouthed eejit!” Before his conversation was ended a rain began to fall, and It rapidly* thickened from a desultory shower to a roaring downpour that effectually quenched not only the fires around which the savages w-ere dancing, but the enthusiasm of the dancers as well. During the rest of the afternoon and all night long the fall was incesasnt. accompanied by a cold, panting, wailing southwest wind. Beverley lay on the ground, face upward, the rawhide strings torturing his limbs, the chill of cold water searching his bones. He could see nothing but the dim, strange canopy of flying rain, against which the bare boughs of the scrub oaks were vaguely outlined; he could hear nothing but the cry of the wind and the swash of the water which fell upon him and ran under him, bubbling and gurgling as if fiendishly exultant. The night dragged on through Its terrible length, dealing out its indescribable horrors, and at last morning arrived, with a stingy and uncertain gift of light slowly Increasing until the dripping trees appeared forlornly gray and brown against clouds now breaking into masses that gave but little rain. Beverley lived through the awful trial and even had the hardihood to brighten inwardly with the first flash of sunlight that shot through a cloudcrack on the eastern horizon. lie thought of Alice, as he had done all night; but now the thought partook •somehow of the glow yonder above old Vincennes, although he could only see Its reflection. There was great stir among tho Indians. Long-Hair stalked about scrutinizing the ground. Beverley saw him come near time and again with a hideous. Inquiring scowl on his face. Grunts and laconic exclamations passed from mouth to mouth, and preeently the Import of it all could not be mistaken. Kenton and Jazon were gone—had escaped during the night—and the rain had completely obliterated their tracks. The Indians were furious. LongHair sent out picked parties of h!s best soouts with orders to scour the country In all directions, keeping with himself a few of' the older warriors. Beverley was fed what he would eat of venison, and Long-Hair made him understand that ho would have to suffer some terrible punishment on account of the action of his companions. Late In the day the scouts straggled back with the report that no track or sign of the fugitives had been discovered, and Immediately a consultation was held. Most of the warriors, Including all of the young bucks, demanded a torture entertainment as compensation for their exertions and the unexpected loss of their own prisoners; for It had been agreed that Beverley belonged exclusively to LongHair, who objected to anything which might deprive him of the great reward offered by Hamilton for the prisoner if brought to him alive In the end It was agreed that Beverley should be made to run the gantlet, provided that no deadly weapons were used upon him during the ordeal. CHAPTER XIV ALICE put on her wannest clothes and followed Captain Farnsworth to the fort, realizing that no pleasant experience awaited her. The -wind and rain still I revailed when they were ready to set forth, and, although It was not extremely cold, a searching chill went with every throb that marked the storm’s waves. No lights shone In the village hoi l <-s. Overhead a gray gloom covered stars and sky. making the darkness In the watery streets seem densely black. Farnsworth offered Alice his arm. but she did not accept It. “I know the way better ;han you do," she Baid. “Come on, and don’t be afraid that I am going to run. I shall not play any tricks on you.’ “Very well. Mademoiselle, as you like. I trust you.” He followed her from the house. He was so filled with the bitterness of what he was doing that he carried her sword In his hand ali the way to the fort, quite unaware that Its point often touched her dress so that she plaintly felt it. Indeed, she thought he was using that ruffianly and dangerous means of keeping pace with her. He had sent the patrol on its rounds, taking upon himself the responsibility of delivering her to Hamilton. She almost ran, urged by the strange excitement that burned in her heart, and he followed somewhat awkwardly, stumbling over the unfamiliar way in the rain and darkness. At every step he was wishing that she would escape from him. Coarse as his nature was and distorted by hardening experiences. It was rooted In good English honesty and imbued with a chivalric spirit. -MVhen, as happened too often, he fell under the influence of liquor, the bad in him promptly came uppermost; but at all other times his better traits made him a good fellow to meet, genial, polite, generous and inclined to recognize the finer sentiments of manliness. To march Into his commander’s presence with Alice as his prisoner lacked ev- | erythlng of agreeing with his taste; I yet he had not been willing to give her over into the hands of the patrol. If his regard for military obligation had not been exceptionally strong, even for an English soldier, he would have given way to the temptation of taking her to some place of hiding and safety, instead of brutally subjecting her to Hamilton’s harsh judgment. He anticipated a trying experience for her on account of this new transgression. They hastened along until a lantern in the fort shot a hazy gleam upon them. “Stop a nioment, Mademoiselle,” Farnsworth called. “I say. Miss Roussillon, stop a moment, please.” Alice halted and turned facing him so short and so suddenly that the rapier In his hand pricked through her wraps and slightly scratched her arm. “What do you mean, sir?” she demanded. thinking that he had thrust purposely. "Do I deserve this brutality?” “You mistake mo, Miss Roussillon. I cannot be brutal to you now. Do not fear me; I only had a word to say.” “Oh, you deem it very polite arid gentle to Jab me with your sword, do you? If I had one Ir my hand you ; wo Ad not dare try such a thing, and >yo™know It very well.”

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He was amazed, not knowing that the sword-point had touched her. H oauld not see her face, but there was a flash in her voice that startled him with its indignant contempt and resentment. “What are you saying. Miss Roussilon? I don’t understand you. When did I •'fever—when did I jab you wdth my sword? I never thought of such a thirg.” "This moment, sir, you did, and you \

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know you did. My arm Is bleeding now.” She spoke rapidly In Frenoh; hut he caught her meaning, and for the first time became aware of the rapier in his hand. Even then Its point, was toward her and very near her breast. He lowered it instantly while the truth rushed into his mind. "Forgive me,” he murmured, his words barely audible in the tumult of wind and ralh, but charged with the

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intensest feeling. "Forgive me; I did not know —-it was an accidents—l could not do such a thing purposely. Believe me, believe me. Miss Roussillon. 1 did not mean It.” .She stood facing him, trying to look right into his eyes. A quality in his voice had checked her hot anger. She could only see his dim outlines in the dull gleam from the fort’s lantern. He seemed to be forlornly wretched.

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"I should like to believe you,” she presently said, "but I cannot. Tou English are all. all despicable, mean, vlie!’’ She was remembering the young officer who had assaulted her with his sword in the house a while ago. And (what a strange thing the human brain isl) she at the same time comforted herself with the further thought that Beverley would never, never be guilty of rudeness to a woman.

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"Soma time you shall not say that,” F&msworth responded. "I asked you to stop a moment that I might beg you to believe how wretohedly sorry I ana for what I am doing. But you can not understand me now. Are you really hurt. Miss Roussillon? 1 assure you that it was purely accidental.” “My hurt is nothing,” she said. “1 am very glad.” "Well, then, shall we jo to the fort?” "Tou may go where you please,

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Mademoiselle.” I She turned her back upon him and without an answering word walked straight to the lantern that hung by the gate of the stockade, where a sentinel tramped to and fro. A few moments later Oaptain Farnsworth presented her to Hamilton, who had been called from his bed when the news of the trouble at Roussillon place reached the fort. (To Be ContinuedJ

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