The Syracuse and Lake Wawasee Journal, Volume 12, Number 23, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 2 October 1919 — Page 2

The Devil’s Own

“YES, I AM RENE BEAUCAIRE."

svnonsis -In 1832 I Jeutenant Knox of the regular army is on duty at Fort Arm«tron- Rock Island. 111., in territory threatened by disaffected Indians. The commandant sends him with dispatches to St. Ix>uls. He takes passage on the stumer Warrior and makes the acquaintance of Judge Beauca ir «- olknter and of Joe Kirby (the Devil’s Own), notorious gambler. Knox learns judge Beaucaire has a daughter, Eloise, and a granddaughter. Rene, offspring of a” son whom the judge has disowned. Rene’s mother is a negress, and she and her daughter, never having been freed, are slaves under the law, the girls haVe been brought up as sisters. Kirby induces the JuJKe to st k his nlantation and negro servants on a poker hand unfairly dealt by Joe Carver Kirby’s partner. The two hands contain five aces, and Kirby accuses the iud'ge of cheating Beaucaire. infuriated, arises to attack Kirby, and drops tries to Induce Kirby to give up his stolen winnings. Kirby refuses and after a hot argument he and Carver throw Knox overboard. The lieutenant awlma ashore and reaches a hut. Knox lies unconscious for ten days. Recovering, he finds he is in a cabin owned by Pete, a “free nigger ” who had shot him, mistaking him for an enemy. His dispatches have been forwarded. Recovering Som bis wound Knox sends Pete to bring Haynes, Beaucaire’s lawyer, and they arrangej?with Pete’s help, to get the women to the cabin of an aboliRofflst Amos Shrunk, before Kirby comes. Knox and Pete start out for Beaucaire.

CHAPTER VI. The Home of Judge Beaucaire. The road we followed appeared to be endless, and so rough that I soou climbed down from my seat, an unplaned board, uncomfortable enough under any conditions, in the swaying, bumping cart, and stumbled blindly along behind, tripping over stumps in the darkness, and wrenching my ankles painfully in deep ruts. It was considerably after ten o’clock when we emerged upon an open plateau, and a glimmer of stars overhead revealed to me afar off the silver thread of the great river. Pete stopped the straining nude, a feat not at all difficult of accomplishment, the animal’s sides.rising and falling as he wheezed for breath, and came back to where I stood, staring about at the dimly perceived objects in the foreground. “Out dar am de Beaucaire place,” he announced, as soon as he could distinguish my presence, waving his arm to indicate the direction. “An’ I reckon we bettah not ride no further, fer if Alick shud smell corn, he’d nat’larly raise dis who!’ neighborhood —he’s got a powerful voice, sah.” “Equal to his appetite, no doubt.” “Yas, sah; that’s mostly whut Alick am.” “How far away is the house?” “Likely ’bout a hundred yards Yer see dat light out yonder; well dab's it, an’ I reckon de ladies mus’ be up yet, keepin’ de lamp burnin’. Here’s de slave cabins ’long de edge ob de ■woods, but dey’s all dark. What’s yer a goin’ ter ter do novf, Massa Knox?" I was conscious that my heart was beating rapidly, and that my mind was anything but clear. The problem fronting me did not appear so easily solved, now that I was fairly up against it, and yet there seemed only one natural method of procedure. I must go at my unpleasant task boldly, and in this case only the truth would serve. I was an officer in the United States army, and had in my pocket papers to prove my identity. These would vouch for me as a gentleman, and yield me a measure of authority. And this fact, once established, ought to give me sufficient standing in the eyes of those girls to compel from them a respectful hearing. I would tell the story exactly as 1 knew it, concealing nothing, and adding no unnecessary word, outline my plan of action, and then leave them to. decide what they thought best to do. Strange, unbelievable as the situation was, proof was not lacking. Della could be compelled to acknowledge that Rene was her child—slie would scarcely dare deny this truth in face of my positive knowledge—and she, at least, .must know that Judge Beaucaire had never during his lifetime given her her freedom. This fact could be established beyond question, and then they must surely all comprehend the necessity of immediate flight —that there remained no other possible means of escape from hopeless slavery. Desperate as the chance appealed. it was the only one. It dawned upon me now with more intense force than ever before, the position in which I stood, and I shrank from the ordeal. A perfect stranger, not even a chance acquaintance of. those directly involved in this tragedy, I would have to drag out from the closet, where it had been hidden away for years, this old Beaucaire skeleton, and rattle the dried bones of dishondr before the horrified understanding of these two innocent, unsuspecting girls. The conviction came to me that I had best do this alone; that the presence of the negro would hinder, rather than help the solution of the problem. “Pete,” I said, measuring my words, my plan of action shaping itself even as I spoke. “What lies in there between us and the house?” “A truck patch mostly, wid a fence ’round it. Den thar comes som’ flower beds.” “No, path?” “Well, I done reckon as how thar might be a sorter path, sah, but you’d hardly find it in de danc. De bes’ way’d be ter sorter feel ’long de fence, ’til yer git sight o’ de front porch.” “All right, then. lam going to leave you here while I scout around. Keep your eyes open, and have the mule ready to leave at any minute.” “’Bout how lon’ yer be gone, sah?” “I cannot tell you that. As short a time as possible. It may require considerable explanation and urging to get those three women to trust me. However, all you have to do is wait, and be sure that no one sees you. If you should be needed for anything at the house. I’ll get word to you some way; and if I should send Delia and Rene out here alone, without being able to come with them myself, load them into the cart at once, and. drive to the boat. I’ll manage to join you somewhere, and the important thing is to get them safely away. Y’du understand ell this?"

“Yas, sah; leastways I reckon I does. I’se ter take keer ob dem all, an’ let yer take keer o’ yerself.” “Exactly, because, you see, I haven’t the slightest idea what I am going to run up against. There may be others in the house, and I might not dare to leave Miss Eloise behind alone without some protection. I shau endeavor to induce her to go to Haines at once.” Following some impulse I shook hands with him, and then plunged into the darkness, my only guidance at first that single ray of light streaming through the unshaded window. As I advanced cautiously along the fence, a low structure built of rough rails, and thus approached more closely to the front of the main building, other lights began to reveal themselves; enabling me to perceive that the inner hallway was likewise illuminated, although not brilliantly. All about me was silence, not even the sound of a voice or the flap of a wing breaking the intense stillness of the night. I came below the veranda, still in the deep shadow, utterly unconscious of any other presence, when suddenly, from just above me, and certainly not six feet distant, a mail spoke gruffly, the unexpected sound of his strange voice interrupted by the sharp grate of a chair’s leg on the porch floor, and a half-smothered yawn. “Say, sheriff, how long are we all goin’ ter set yere, do yer know? This don’t look much like Saint Louee afore daylight ter me.” I stopped still, crouching low, my heart leaping into my throat, and every nerve tingling: “No, it sure don’t, Tim," replied another, and the fellow apparently got down from off his perch on the porch rail. “Yer see Kirby is bound he’ll get hold o’ them txYo missin’ females furst, afore he’ll let me round up the niggers. The papers is all straight ’nough, but they’ve got ter be served afore we kin lay hands on a domed thing. The jedge tol’ me fer ter do everything just as Kirby sed, an’ I aim ter do it, but just the same I got ter keep inside the law. I dunno as it makes much difference when we strike the ol’ town.” “ ’Tain’t so much that, sheriff. I kin stan’ it fer ter be up all night, but Bill wus tellln’ me we might hav’ sotn’ trouble down ter the Landin’ unless we finished up our job yere afore mornin’.” “Oh, I reckon not; whut was it Bill ■ said?” “Quite a rigmarole frum furst ter last. Giv’ me a light fer the pipe, will yer?” There was a flare above me, and then darkness once more, and then the slow drawl of the man’s voice as he resumed. “Sopie feller by the name ov McAdoo, down ter Saint Louee, who’s just com’ down from the lead mines, toi’ him thet Joe Kirby got all this yere property in a game o’ kyards on the boat, an’ thet it wan’t no square game either. I didn’t git it all straight, I reckon, but accordin’ 4 ter the deal handed me thar wus two dead men mixed up in the affair —Beadcaire, an’ a young army officer. Seems ter me his name was Knox.” “I didn’t hear that.” “Well, enyhow, that’s the way Bill told it. Beaucaire he naturally fell . dead —heart, er somethin’ —an’ the other feller, this yere army man, he went out on deck fer ter see Kirby, an’ IKS K Wrm i A / w yi® < w I Stopped Still, Crouching Low, My Heart Leaping Into My Throat and Every Nerve Tingling. he never cum’ back. McAdoo sorter reckoned as how likely he was slugged, i an’ throwed overboard. An’ then, on . top’ all that, we’re sent up yere in the , night like a passel o’ thieves ter take ’ these niggers down ter Saint Louee. : What do yer make ov it, Jake?” > “Wai,” said the other slowly, his I mouth evidently loaded with tobacco. ; “I ain’t never , asked no questions since I I wus made sheriff. I’m doin’ whut * the court says. Kirby’s got the law i on his side —no doubt ’bout that—but i I reckon as how he knows, it wus a • durn mean trick, and so he’s'sorter skeered as ter how them fellers livin’ k

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down ter the Landin’ might act. Thet’s i why we tied up ter the shore below i town, in the mouth o’ thet crick, an’ 1 then bed ter hoof it up yere in the i dark. Os course we got the law with ■ us, but we wanter pull this job off an’ < not stir up no fight—see?” “Sure,” disgustedly. “I reckon I ’ know all that; I heerd the jedge tell ’ yer how we must do the job. But why’s Kirby in such a sweat ter git all < these niggers down ter Saint Louee?” > “Ter sell ’em. an’ git the cash. Onct 1 they’re outer the way there won’t be no row. He’ll let the land yere lie 1 idle fer a year or two, an’ by that time ■ nobody’ll care a whoop how he got it. But he’s got ter git rid o’ them niggers right away.” “Well, who the h—s goin’ ter prevent? They’re his’n, ain’t they? Thar ain’t no Black Abolitionists ’round yere, I reckon.” “Seems sorter queer ter me,” admitted the sheriff, “but I did get a little outer that feller Carver up. Carver fs som’ sorter partner with Kirby—a capper, I reckon. ’Tain’t the niggers thet are rankin’ the trouble — leastways not* the black ’uns. Nobody’s Ukely r ter row over them.,- It seems that Beaucaire kept a quadroon housekeeper, a slave, o’ course, an’ a while back she giv’ birth ter a child, the father o’ the Infant bein’ Judge; Beaucaire’s son. Then the son skipped ' out. an’ ain't, never bin heard frum ; since—dead most likely, fer all this I wus twenty years ago. ’Course’ the l child, which wus a girl, is as white as 1 1 am—maybe more so. I ain’t never set eyes on her, but Carver he says she's good lookin’. Enyhow, the ■ jedge he brought her up like his own , daughter, sent her ter school in Saint Louee, an’ nobody 'round yere even suspected she wist a nigger. I reckon she didn’t kqow it herself.” “Yer mean the girl’s a slave?” “Yer bet! That’s the law, ain’t it?” “And Kirby knew about this?” “I reckon he did. I sorter judge, Tira, frum whut Carver sed, that he wus more anxious fer ter git thet girl than all the rest o’ the stuff; an’ it’s her he wants ter git away frum yere on the dead quiet, afore Haines er any o’ them others down at the Landin’ kin catch on.” “They couldn’t do nothin’; if thar ain’t no papers, then she's his, accordin’ ter law. I’ve seen that tried afore now.” J “Os course; but what’s the use o’ runnln’ eny risk? A smart lawyer like Haines could make a devil ov-a lot o’ trouble just the same, U he notion. That’s Kirby’s idee—ter cum’ up yere in a boat, unbeknownst to enybody, tie up down thar at Saunders’, an’ run the whole bunch o’ niggers off in the night. Then it’s done an’ over with afore the Landin’ even wakes up. I reckon the jedge told him that wus the best way.” There was a moment of silence, the first man evidently turning the situation over'in his mind. The sheriff bent across the rail, and spat into the darkness below. “The joke of It all is,” he continued with a short laugh, as he straightened up, “this didn’t exactly work out ’cordin’ ter schedule. When we dropped in yere we rounded up the niggers all right, .an’ we got the girl whar there’s no chance fer her ter git away—” “Is that the one back in the house?” “I reckon so; leastways she tol’ Klrky her name was Rene Beaucaire, .an’ that’s how it reads in the papers. But thar ain’t no trace ov her mother, ner ov the jedge’s. daughter. They ain’t in the house, ner the nigger cabins. Leaves me in a deuce ova fix, fer I can't serve no papers less, we find the daughter. Her name’s Eloise; she’s the heir et law, an’ I ain’t got no legal right fer ter take them niggers away till I do. Looks ter me like they’d skipped out. Thar’s Kirby an’ Carver, a cornin’ now, an they’re alone; ain’t got no trace ov the girl or her mother, I reckon.” Where I crouched in the shadows I could gain no glimpse of the approaching figures, but I heard the crunch of their boots on the gravel of the driveway, and a moment later the sound of their feet as they mounted the wooden steps.' Kirby must have perceived the forms of the other men as soon as he attained the porch level, and his naturally disagreeable voice had a snarly ring. | “That you, Donaldson? Have either of those women come bark?” , “No,” and I though/ thfe jj^frifFs* 5 answer was barely cordial!" “We ain’t seen nobody. . What did you learn down at the Landin’?” “Nothing,” l savagely. “Haven’t found a d trace except that Haines hasn’t been home since before dark; some nigger came for him then. Is that girl safe inside?” “Sure; just as you left her, but she won’t talk. Tim tried her again, but it’s no use; she wudn’t even answer him.” “Well, by Heaven! I’ll find away to make her open her mouth. She knows ■where those two are hiding. They haven’t had no time to get far away, and I’ll bring her to her senses before I am through. Come on, Carver; I’ll show the wench who’s master here, If I have to lick her like a common nigger.” The front door opened, and ’ closed, leaving the two without standing in silence, the stillness between them finally broken by a muttered curse. I drew back hastily, but In silence, eager to get away before the sheriff and his deputy should return- to their seats by the porch rail. My original plan of warning the women of the house of their peril was blocked, completely overturned by the presence of these men. Beyond all question those I had hoped to serve already

aware of their position—someone had reached them before me—and two at least were already in hiding. Why the thirtl, the one most deeply involved, had failed to accompany the others, could not be comprehended. The mystery only made my present task more difficult. Why should Delia, the slave, disappear in company with Eloise, the free, and leave her own daughter Rene behind to face a situation more terrible than death? I could not answer these questions; but whatever the cause the result had been the complete overthrow of the gambler’s carefully prepared plans. Not that I believed he would hesitate for long, law or no law; but Donaldson, the sheriff, refused to be a party to any openly illegal act, and this would for the present tie the fellow’s hands. Not until Miss Eloise was found and duly served with the eviction papers would Donaldson consent to take possession of a single slave. This might still give me time for action. I Agllljjf*ed along in the shadow of the house. without definite plan of action bur with a firm purpose to act. The side door I knew to be securely locked, yet first of all it was essenhi fin wOS Wilf 'lßlfrw Carver Thrust Her Forward, but Remained Himself Blocking the Doorway. tlal that I attain to the interior. But one means to this end occurred to me—the unshaded window through which the d|ow of light continued to stream. I found I could reach the edge of therlxaleony with extended fingers. anfl\drew myself slowly up until I crungitn the railing, with feet support on the outer, rinu* This was accomplished noistdesslj’ and from the vantage point thus obtained I was enabled to survey a htrge portion of the room. I clambered over the rail, assured by the first glance that the room was empty, and succeeded in lifting the heavy sash a few inches without any disturbing noise. Then it stuck, and even as I ventured to exert my strength to greater 'extent to force it upward, the single door directly opposite, evidently leading into the halt, was flung violently open and I sank back out of view, yet instantly aware that the first party to enter was Joe Kirby. He strode forward to the table, striking the wooden top angrily with his fist and knocking something crashing to the floor. “You know where she is, don’t you?” he asked, in the same threatening tone he had used without. “Os course I do; didn’t I help put her there?” It wjts Carver who replied. standing in the open doorway. “Then bring the hussy in here. I will rnaSe the wench talk If I have to chbke it out of her; she’ll learn what jt n»nns to be a nigger.” I had but a moment in which to observe the man, for almost immediately Carver flung the door of the room open and Kirby swung impatiently about to face the entrance. Except for a possibility of thus attracting the attention of the newcomer I was in no special danger of being detected by thpse within. Carver thrust her forward ■ but remained himself blocking thei doorway. I use the word thrust, for I ! noted the grip of his hand on her arm,!yet in truth she instantly stepped forward herself, her bearing in no way devoid of pride and dignity, her head held erect, her eyes fearlessly seeking the face of Kirby. Their glances met, and she advanced to the table, the light of the swinging lamp full upon her. The impression she made is with me yet. Hfers was a ’ftfined, patrician face, crowned by a wealth of dark hair. Indignant eyes of hazel brown, shadowed by long lashes, brightened a face whitened by intense emotion, and brought into agreeable contrast flushed cheeks and red, scornful Ups. A dimpled chin, a round, full throat, and the figure of young womanhood, slender and yet softly curved, altogether formed a picture so entrancing as to never again desert my imagination. With one bound my heart went out to her in sympathy, in admiration, in full and complete surrender. Before I could change posttire, almost before I could draw fresh breath, her voice, trembling slightly with an emotion" she was unable wholly to suppress, yet sounding clear as a bell, addressed the man confronting her. “May I ask, sir, what this outrage means? I presume you are responsible for the insolence of this fellow who brought'me here?” Kirby laughed but not altogether at ease. t “Well, not altogether.” he answered, “as his methods are entirely his own. I merely told him to go’after you.” “For what purpose?” “So pretty a girl should not ask that. Carver, close the door and wait outside.” 1 could mqirk the quick rise and fall of her bosom and the look of fear she

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was unable to disguise. Yet not a limb moved as the door closed, nor did the glance of those brown eyes waver. “You are not the same mah I met before,” she began doubtlngly. “He said he was connected with the sheriff’s office. Who are you?” “My name is Kirby; the sheriff is l here under my orders.” “Kirby ! —the —the gantbler?” “Well, I play cards occasionally, and you have probably heard of me before. Even if you never had until tonight it is pretty safe to bet that you do now.” j “I know,” she admitted, “that yon won this property at cards and have now come to take jtossession. Is that what you mean?” “That, at least, is part of it,” and he took a step toward her, his thin lips twisted into a smile. “But not all. Perhaps Donaldson failed to tell you the rest, and left me to break the news. Well, it won’t hurt me any. Not only this plantation is mine, but every nigger on it as well. You are Rene Beaucaire?” “Yes,” she replied, slowly, almost under her breath, and hesitating ever so slightly, “I am Rene Beaucaire.” “And you don’t know what that means, I suppose?” he ‘insisted savagely. anger&d by her coolness. “Petnaps the sheriff did not explain this. Do you know who and what you are?” She rested one hand on the table in and I could "note the nervous : trembling of the fingers, yet her low I voice remained strangely firm. Knox acts after the sashion of a man in love. t (TO BE CONTINUED.) DIES IF AFFECTION WANES Pet Wife of Congo Chief Put to Death When Fickle Lord Tires of Her Charms. An African chief may possess 1.000 wives, but the chief who has two pet wives at the same time or keeps any two wives in the same house is yet to be found. To be the pet wife of the chief, to know that one is pointed out by the entire village as a beauty and the honored one, sounds rather alluring, but to know that one may lose one’s head when a more attractive successor appears is sufficient cause for hesitation on the part of the bride when the chief coines a-wooing. Jewelry that is worn by the pet of a Congo chief Is interesting. A neckpiece of beaten and carved brass, perhaps two and one-half inches thick, eight inches in diameter and weighing 28 pounds,, is shaped like the letter C. After this ornament is placed about the neck of the chief’s pet she lies down with her head on a rock and the ends are closed with heavy hammers. Heavy anklets and bracelets accompany the neckpiece, so that she daily carries about with her from 36 to 50 pounds of jewelry. As she walks about the village she is tile center of attraction. She may hold this enviable position for five or six years, or at least until the chief may choose another beauty. Whenever this occurs her doom is sealed Off comes- her head for the purpose of removing the neckpiece, and next the arms and'legs that the bracelets and anklets may grace the fair successor. Dancing in Haiti. Dancing to the music of a drum, saxophone and flute is the chief source of amusement for Haitians in their little villages on Saturday night, according to an article by William Almon Wolff in Collier’s. Beginning at sundown every Saturday night, he writes, one will come to a wine shop, if one follows the sound of the drum. The drummer sits outside. His unceasing drumming marks the rhythm of the music; what melody there is, is borne by a flute, and almost always there is a saxophone. The music is the same at every dance. It is in common tone; a single cadence is repeated, over and over again. Pancing in Haiti resembles the saturnalia among the Australian aborigines, Mr. Wolff writes. The dancers ' are frank and unashamed and one gets little or no feeling of a personal note ‘ between the two one sees dancing; 1 rather they are staging a spectacle. Origin of Drinking Pledges. Pledging each other in wine was in ’ reality nothing more than the survival of the once universal custom of parties 1 drinking together in ratification of a 1 bargain. It is in this sense that some ; Jewish and Russian couples drink wine at their betrothal ceremonies. The Hebrew, after drinking, dashes ’ the vessel to the ground, in memory 1 of the destruction of the Temple; ' whereas the Russian tramples the 1 glass beneath his feet, with the pious 1 wish: “May they thus fall under foot 1 and be trodden to pieces who shall en--1 deavor to sow dissension and discord ’ between us.” Good Taste. 1 Good taste is the conscience of the mind. Lowell’s definition is compact ’ of thought and is worth dwelling upon. ‘ Good taste is a trait we all agree In valuing, though its meaning as a rule is rather vaguely felt; we urge its cut- ' tivation and admire its exercise but the quality itself is generally less ’ analyzed than desired.—-Hartley Alex, ander. Some Vienna theaters do without ! ushers by mounting electric lights In ' such positions that they illuminate the I numbers on seats as long as the latter , are unoccupied.

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