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A ROMANCE OF THE BLACK HAWK WAR •The Devil’s Own” is a stirring tale of the stirring frontier days of the middle West—of the Mississippi*river in the exciting times of the Black Hawk war qf the early thirties. This is the famous Indian war in which Zachary Taylor and Abraham Lincoln, future presidents of the United States, and Jefferson Davis, future president of the. Confederacy, all took part. On the Indian side were Black Hawk and Keokuk, two strong and able Indian chiefs—one the bitter enemy of the White Man, the other his consistent friend. The characters are typical of the time and the place—Knox, the hero, army officer; Beaucaire, the aristocratic planter and slave-owner, and his fascinating daughter; Kirby (The Devil’s Own) gambler and desperado. And interwoven with it all is the slavery question. Randall Parrish, the author, is one of the popular writers of the day. He knows the country and the time. And he gives us action, always action. Love, fighting and adventure—all are in this tale in generous measure.

CHAPTER I. . —l—- — Old Fort Armstrong. It was the early springtime, and my history tells me the year was 1832, • although now that seems so far away I almost hesitate to write the date. It appears surprising that through the haze of all those intervening years—intensely active years with ine -I should now be able to recall so clearly the scene of that far-off my youth, and depict in memory efft'h minor detail. Yet, as you read on, and realize yourself the stirring events resulting from that Idle moment, you ' mgy be able to comprehend the deep impression left upon my mind, which no cycle of time could ever erase. . I was barely twenty then, a strong, almost headstrong boy, and the far wilderness was still very new to me, although for two years past I had held army commission and been assigned to duty in frontier forts. Yet never previously had I been stationed at quite so isolated an outpost of civilization as was this combination of rock and log defense erected at the southern extremity of ItOck Island, fairly marooned amid the sweep of the great river. with Indian-haunted land stretching for leagues on every side. A mere handful of troops was quartered there, technically two companies _of infantry, yet numbering barely enough for one; and this in spite of rumors daily drifting to us th"* the Sacs and Foxes, with Aheir main village just below, were already becoming restless and warlike, inflamed by the slow approach of white settlers into the valley of the Rock. Indeed, so short was the garrison of officers, that the harassed commander had ventured to retain me for field service. In spite of the fact that I was detailed to’ staff duty, had borne dispatches up the Mississippi from General Gaines and expected to return again by the first boat. The morning was one of deep-blue sky and bright sunshine. As soon as early drill ended I had left the fort enclosure and sought a lonely perch on the great rock above the mouthrof the cave. Below, extended a magnificent river, fully a mile wide from shore to shore, unbroken" in its vast sweep toward the sea except for a few small willow-studded Islands a mile or two away. Over there, in the near shadow of the Rock Valley, was where Black Hawk, dissatisfied, revengeful, dwelt with his British band, gathering swiftly about him the younger, fighting warriors of eveyy tribe his influ- ||||||& ill He Had Been at the Fort but Two Days Before, a Tall, Straight, Taciturn Indian. ence could reach. He had been at the fort but two days before, a tall, straight, taciturn Indian; no chief by birth,, yet a born leader of men, defiant in speech and insolent of demeanor in spite of the presence also at the council of his people’s true representative, the silent, cautious Keokuk. Even with my small knowledge of such things it was plain enough to be seen there existed deadly hatred between these two, and that Keokuk’s desire for peace with the whites alone postponed an outbreak. Already tales reached us of encroaching settlers advancing along the .valley, and of savage, retaliating raids which could only terminate in armed encounters. That -. Keokuk could continue to control his people no longer seemed probable to me, for the Hawk was evidently the jrtronget character of the two, possessed the larger following and made no attempt to conceal the depth of his hatred for all things American. Down below where I sat a little river steamboat was tied to the wharf, a dingy stern-wheeler, with the word "Warrior” painted across the- pilot house. My eyes and thoughts turned that way. Standing alone together near the stern were a heavily-built man with white hair and beard, and a younger, rather slender fellow, with clipped, black mustache. Both were

unusually well dressed, the latter exj 'ceedingly natty and fashionable in attire, rather overly so, 1 thought, while the former wore a long coat and high white stock. Involuntarily I had placed them in my mind as river gamblers, but was still observing their movements with some curiosity when Captain Throckmorton crossed the gangplank and began ascending the steep bluff. The path to be followed led di•rectly past where I-was sitting and, recognizing me, he stopped to exchange greetings. “What I have you finished your day’s work already, lieutenant?” he exclaimed pleasantly. - “Mine has only just begun.” “So I observe. It was garrison talk last night that the Warrior was to depart at daylight.” “That was the plan. However, the Wanderer went north during the night,” he explained, “and brought mail from below, so we are being held for the return letters. I am going up to the office now.” My eyes returned to the scene below. “You have some passengers aboard.” “A few; picked up several at the lead mines, besides those aboard from Prairie du Chien.” “Evidently all of your passengers are not miners, captain,” I ventured. “Those two standing there at the stern, for instance.” He turned and looked. “No,” he said; “that big man is Judge Beaucaire, from Missouri. He has a plantation just above St. Louis, an old French grant. Os course you know the younger one.” “Never saw him before.” “Then you have never traveled much on the lower river. That’s Joe, Kirby.” “Joe Kirby?” 4 “Certainly; you must have heard of him. First time I ever knew of his drifting so far north, as there are not many pickings up here. Have rather suspected he might be laying for Beaucaire, but the two haven’t touched a card coining down.” “He is a gambler, then?” “A thoroughbred; works between St. Louis ami New Orleans. I can’t just figure out yet what he is doing up here. I asked him flat out, but he only laughed, and he isn’t the sort of man you get very friendly with, some say he has Indian blood in him, so I dropped it. He and the judge seem pretty thick, and they may be playing in their rooms. See you again before we leave; am going up now to have a talk with the major.” My eyes followed as he disappeared within the open gates, a squatty, strongly built figure, the blue smoke from his pipe circling in a cloud above his head. Then I turned idly to gaze once again down the river and observe the groups loitering below. Assuredly it was none of my affair, and yet a certain curiosity caused me to observe the movements of the two so long as they remained on deck. However, it was but a short while before both retired to the cabin, and then my gaze returned once more to the sullen sweep of water, while my thoughts drifted far away. A soldier was within a few feet of me and had spoken before I was even aware of his approach. “Lieutenant Knox.” I looked about quickly, recognizing the major’s orderly. i “Yes, Sanders, what is it?” “Major Bliss requests, sir, that you report at his office at once.” Wondering what might be desired of me, yet with no conception of the reality, I followed after, the orderly through the stockade gate, and across the small parade ground toward the more pretentious structure occupied by the officers of the A number of soldiers off duty were loitering in front of the barracks, while a small group of officers occupied chairs on the log porch of their quarters, enjoying the warmth of the sun. 1 greeted these as I passed, conscious that their eyes followed me curiously as I approached the commandant’s office. Major Bliss glanced up at my entrance, with deep-set eyes hidden beneath bushy gray eyebrows, his smooth-shaven face appearing almost youthful in contrast with a wealth of gray hair. “How long have you been here at Armstrong, lieutenant?” he" questioned, toying with an official-looking paper in his hands. “Only about three weeks, sir. I came north on the Enterprise, with dispatches from General Gaines.” “I remember; you belong to the Fifth, and without orders, I promptly dragooned you into garrison service.” His eyes laughed. “Only sorry I cannot hold you any longer. It seems you have an application pending for a fur- ■ lough.” “Yes; sir.” “It is my pleasure to inform you t that it has been granted—sixty days, i with permission to proceed east There,

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has been considerable delay evidently in locating you.” A sudden vision arose before me of my mother’s face and of the old home among the hills as I took the paper from his extended hands and glanced at the printed and written lines. “The date is a month ago.” “That need not trouble you. Knox. The furlough begins with this delivery. However, as I shall require your services as far as St. Louis, I shall date this acceptance from the time of your arrival there." "Which is very kind, sir.” “Not at all. You have proven of considerable assistance here, and I •shall part from you with regret. I have Jetters for Governor Clark of Missouri and Governor Reynolds of Illinois; also one to General Atkinson at Jefferson barracks, detailing my views on the present Indian situation. These are confidential, abd I hesitate to intrust them to rhe regular mail service. I had intended sending them down river in charge of a noncommissioned officer, but, shall now utilize your services instead —that is if you are willing to assume their care?” “Very gladly, of course.” “I thought as much. Each ofjhese Is to be delivered in person. Captain Throckmorton informs me that he will be prepared to depart within an hour. You can be ready in that time?” | I smiled. “In much less. I have little with ' me but a field kit, sir. It will not re- , quire long to pack that. ’ “Then return here at the first whistle i and the letters will be ready for you. That will be all now. Travel as a civilian if you please, lieutenant, bu’ I suggest it will be well to wear the I uniform of your rank when you deliver the letters.” Fifteen minutes sufficed to gather together all my belongings and change from blue into gray. and. as 1 emerged from quarters, the officers of the garrison tlocked about me with words of congratulation and innumerable questions. . Universal envy of my good fortune was evident, but this assumed no unpleasant form, although much was said to express their belief in my early return. I shook hands all around, and left them, hastening across the parade to the office. Ten minutes later I crossed the gangplank and put foot for the first time on the deck of the Warrior. Evidently the crew had been awaiting my arrival to push off, for instantly the whistle shrieked again, and immediately after the boat began to chhrn its way out into the river current, with bow pointing down stream. Throckmorton leaned out from the open window of the pilot house and hailed me. “Put your dunnage in the third cabin, Knox—here, you, Sam, lay hold and help.” It was nothing to boast of, that third cabin, being a mere hole, measuring possibly about four feet by seven, but sufficient for sleeping quarters, and was reasonably clean. R failed, however, in attractiveness sufficient to keep me below, and as soon as I had deposited my bag and indulged in a somewhat captious scrutiny of the bedding I very willingly returned to the ouiside and clambered up a steep ladder to the upper deck. Judge Beaucaire was standing at the low rail. Our eyes met inquiringly, and he bowed with all jhe ceremony of the old school. “A new passenger on board, I think. Sir,” and his deep, resonant voice left a pleasant impre.ssion. “You must have joined our company at Fort Armstrong?” “Your supposition is correct,” I answered, some peculiar constraint preventing me from referring to my military rank. “My name is Knox, and I have been about the island for a few weeks. I believe you are Judge Beaucaire of Missouri?” He was a splendidly proportioned man, with deep chest, great breadth of shoulders and strong individual face, yet bearing unmistakable signs of dissipation, together with numerous marks of both care and age. “I feel the honor of your recognition, sir,” he said with dignity. “Knox, I believe you said? Os the Knox family at Cape Girardeau, may I inquire?” “No connection to my knowledge; my home was at Wheeling.” “Ah I I have never been that far east; Indeed the extent of ray travels along the beautiful Ohio has only beAi to the Falls, The Beaucaires were originally from Louisiana.” “You must have been among the earlier settlers of Missouri?” “Before the Americans came, sir,” proudly. “My grandfather arrived at Beaucaire Landing during the old French regime; but doubtless you know all this?” “No, judge,” I answered, recognizing the egotism of the man but believing frankness to be the best policy. “This happens to be my first trip on the upper river, and I merely chanced to know your name because you had been pointed out to me by Captain Throckmorton, I understood from him that you represented one of the oldest families in that section.” “There were but very few here before us,” he answered with undisguised pride. “My grandfather’s grant of land was from the king. Alphonse de Beaucaire, sir, was the trusted lleutenhnt of D’lberville—a soldier and a gentleman.” I bowed in acknowledgment, the family arrogance of the man interesting me deeply. So evident was this pride that this might be all the man had left —this memory of the past. “The history of those early days is not altogether familiar to me,” I admitted regretfully. “But surely D’lberville must have ruled Louisiana more than one hundred years ago!'

The judge smiled. “Quite true. This gra"nt of ours was practically his last official act. Alphonse de Beaucaire took possession tn 1712, one hundred and twenty years ago, sir. I was myself born at Beaucaire sixty-eight years ago." l “I should have guessed you as ten years younger. And the estate still remains in its original grant?” The smile of condescension deserted his eyes, and his thin lips pressed tightly together. “I —I regret not; many of the later years have proven disastrous in the extreme,” he admitted, hesitatingly. “You will pardon me, sir, if 1 decline to discuss misfortune. Ah, Monsieur Kirby! I have been awaiting you. Have you met with this young man who came aboard at Fort Armstrong? I —l am unable to recall the name.” “Steven Knox.’’ I tfelt the firm, strong grip of the other’s hand, ami looked straight into his dark eyes. They were like a mask. ■ // X'Wf i , W t "Rather a Dull Lot on Board—Miners and Such Cattle." The face' was long, firm-jawed, slightly swarthy, a tightly clipped black mustache shadowing the upper lip. It was a reckless face, yet appeared carved from marble. “Exceedingly pleased to meet you,” he said carelessly. “Rather a dull lot on board —miners aud such cattle. Bound for St. Louis?” “Yes—and beyond.” “Shall see more of you then. Well, judge, how do you fgel? Carver and McAfee are wailing for us down below.” } »«- The two disappeared together down the ladder and I \yas again left alone in my occupancy of the upper deck. CHAPTER 11. History of the Beaucaires. The first two days and nights of the journey southward were devoid of any special interest or ads’Pniure. After the first day Kirby withdrew all attention from me and censed in his endeavor to cultivate my acquaintance, convinced of my disinclination to indulge in cards. Throckmorton, being his own pilot, seldom left the wheelhouse. and consequently I passed many hours on the bench beside him. At one rime or another he had met the famous characters along the river banks, and through continual questioning 1 thus finally- became possessed of the story of the house bf Beaucaire. In tlie main it contained no unusual features. Through the personal influence of D’lberville at Louis’ court Alphonse de Beaucaire had oHginally 1 received a royal grant of ten thousand acres of land bordering the west bank of the Mississippi a few miles above St. I.ouis. When his master returned to France leaving him unemployed, Beaucaire, possessing ample means of his own, had preferred to remain in America. ,In flatboats, propelled by voyageurs, and accompanied by a considerable retinue of slaves, he, with his family, had ascended the river and finally settled on his princely estate. Here he erected what for those early days was a stately mansion, and devoted himself to cultivating the land. Twenty years later, when his death occurred, he possessed the finest property along the lipper river, was shipping heavily to the New Orleans market, and was probably the most influential man in all that section. His only son, Felijie, succeeded him, but was not so successful in administration, seriously lacking in business judgment, and being decidedly indolent by nature. Felipe, married into one of the oldest and most respectable families of St. Louis, and as a result of that union had one son, Lucius, who grew up reckless of restraint, and preferred to spend his time in New Orleans, rather than upon the plantation. Lucius was a young man of twentysix.' unsettled in habits, when the father died, and, against his inclination,was compelled to return to Missouri and assume control of the property. He found matters in rather bad condition. and, his was not at all the type < f mind to remedy them. Much of the I land had been already irretrievably lost through speculation, and when his father’s obligations had been met, and his own gambling debts paid, the estate, once so princely and magnificent, was reduced to bareiy- five hundred acres, together with a'comparatively small amount of cash, ’yiiis condition ’ sufficed to sober Lucius for a few years, and he married a Menard of ! Cape Girardeau, of excellent family but not great wealth, and earnestly 1 endeavored to rebuild his fortunes, i Unfortunately his reform did not last. The evil influences of the past soon 1 proved too strong for one of his tem- • perament. The plantation house be- ■ came in time a rendezvous for all the > wild spirits of that neighborhood, and stories of fierce drinking bouts and

, mad gambling current in St. Louis. “Have you ever been at Beaucaire, captain?” I asked. “We always stop at the landing, but I have only once been up the cliff to where the house stands. The judge was away from home —in St. Louis. I believe—the (jay of my visit. He had sold me some 'timber, and I went out with the family lawyer, a man named Haines, living at the landing, to look it over.” “The house was closed?” “No; it is never closed. The housekeeper was there, and also the two daughters.” "Daughters?” “Certainly; hadn’t I told you about them? Both girls are accepted as his daughters; but, if all I have heard is true, one must be his granddaughter.” He paused reminiscently, his eyes on the river. “Haines told me a numbei of strange things about that family 1 hud never heard before,” he admitted at last. “You see he has known them for years, and attended to inost of Beaucaire’s legal business. This is about how the story runs, as he told it. It wasn’t generally known, but It seems that Lucius Beaucaire has been married twice —the first time to a Creole girl in New Orleans when he was scarcely more than a boy. Nobody now living probably knows whatever became of her, but likely she died early: anyway she never came north, or has since been heard from. The important part is that she gave birth to a son. who remained in New Orleans. probably in her care, until he was fourteen or fifteen years old. Then some, occurrence, possibly his mother’s death, caused the' judge to send for the lad, whose name was Adelbert, and had him brought to Missouri. All this happened before Haines settled at the Landing, and previous to Beau'caire’s second marriage to Madeirtoiselle Jleuffrd. Bert, as the boy was called, grew up wild, and father and son quarreled so continuously that fina/ly, and before he was twenty, the latter ran away, and has never been heard of since—simply disapjigared, and no one knows to this day whether he is alive or dead. At least if Judge Beaucaire ever received any word from him he never confessed as much to Haines. However, the boy left behind tangible evidence of his existence.” An exciting game of poker between an honest man and card sharps, with a tragic ending. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ANY FOOL CAN FIND FAULT Practically Impossible for Any Proposition, However Good, to Be . Absolutely Without Flaw. There is nothing however good but a person may find some fault in it if he is determined to do so. There is nothing perfect that is of man’s making. There is nothing that man originates or perforins but what contains more or less of his weakness. Worth, like water, must stay below the level of its source. It is quite natural that a person should dissent. The scientists dispute as much as the theologians. Every time one obtains a new standpoint he changes his opinion. Everytime he meets a friend lie finds that he differs. So We must make up our minds to disagree in the right spirit, observes tlie Ohio State Journal. If we don’t do that and our disagreement falls into ill will and anxiety, then we become enemies of the truth and social pests besides. The person we earnestly and candidly disagree with may be right and ourselves wholly wrong. It would make us feel very absurd sometimes in the midst of a violent controversy, to have a sudden light let in on the controversy and show our adversary entirely right. The safest thing, so far as one’s conduct toward him is concerned is to remember he may be right and treat him accordingly. Markings of Horse’s Coat It is found that there is a very definite connection between the coat color of horses and the frequency with which white markings occur. Thus the latter are by far the most commonly associated with the chestnut color. And not only are they the most prevalent in chestnut horses, but it is also, of course, a well-known fact that the markings are apt to be more extended in nature in the case of this color than in that of any other. Chestnut. therefore, apparently possesses so to speak, a special affinity for these markings. Bay ranks next as regards the degree of frequency with which white markings appear in horses ot this color, although It comes a good way behind rhestnut in this respect. Then follows brown, while the white marks are met with less frequently among black and roan colored horses Power Os imagination. A doctor, treating an old woman for typhoid fever, took her temperature on each visit by putting a thermometer under her tongue. One day, when she was nearly well, the dbetor Hid not take her temperature. He had scarcely got 100 yards from the house when her son called him back. “Mother is worse,” said the young man. “Come back at once!“ The doctor returned. As he went into the sick- room the old woman looked up at him reproachfully. “Doctor,” she said, “why didn’t you give me that tube under my tongue today? That always did me more good than all the rest of your trash I”

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