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' i ojooooooonf?iM??? i ;il ALICE of OLD ? || VINCENNES || By MAURICE THOMPSON ! " 4* . ... Copyright. 1900. by th. BOWEN-MENRILL COMPANY ? jj'".<*-:-???????? i?>?oooo?i ?,.????ooo+ooooo?' I Ton 11 hi n??i i 1111o1111111 * 1111i?*?+?n?************ CHAPTER XV. VIRTUE IN A LOCKET. LONG HAIR stood not upon cere mony in conveying to Peverley the inforumtiou that he was to run the gantlet. The prepara tions were simple anil quickly made. Each man urmed himself with a stick three feet long und about three-quar ters of an inch in diameter. Rough weapons they were, cut from boughs of scrub oak, knotty and tough as lioni. , Loug Hair unbound his ImhI.v down to the waist. Then the lines formed, the Indians in each row standing about as far apart as the width of the space in which the prisoner was to run. This arrangement gave them free use of their sticks and plenty pf room for full swing of their lithe IsMlies. In removing Beverley's clothes Long Hair found Alice's locket hanging over the young man's heart. He tore it rudely off and grunted, glaring vicious ly iirst at it. then at Beverley. He seemed to he mightily wrought upon. "White man thief!" he growled deep In his throat. "Stole from little girl!" He put the locket in Ills punch and resumed his stupidly indifferent expres sion. When everything was ready for the delightful entertainment to begin Long Hair waved ids tomahawk three times over Beverley's head and. pointing down between the waiting lines, said: "Ugh, run!" But Beverley did not budge. He was standing erect, with his anus, deeply creased where the thongs had sunk, folded across his breast. A rush of thoughts and feelings had taken tu multuous possession of him. and he could not move or decide what to do. A mad desire to escape arose in Ids heart the moment that he saw Long Hair take the locket. It was as If Alice laid j cried to 1dm and bidden him make a dash for liberty. "Ugh. run!" The order wns accompanied with n push of such violence from Long Hair's left elbow that Heverley plunged and fell, for his limbs, after their long and painful confinement in the rawhide bonds, were stiff and almost useless, j Tone Hair In no gentle voice hade hlin get up. The shoek of falling seemed to awaken his dormant forces; a sudden resolve leaped Into his brain. He saw that the Indians had put aside their bows and guns, most of which were leaning airainst the boles of tr 'es here and yonder. What if he could knock Tons Hair down and run away? This might possibly be easy, considering the Indian's broken arm. Ills heart Jump ed at the possibility. Hut the shrewd savage was alert and saw the thought conic into his face. "You try git 'way, kill dead!" he snarled. lifting his tomahawk ready | for a stroke. "Brains out!" Beverley glanced down we waiting and er.L r lines ?~ fn:y hi' speculated, Wt,?lermg what would he his chance for escape were lie to break through. But he did not take his own condition Into account. "I'gh. run!" Again the elbow of Long Hair's hurt arm pushed him toward the expectant rows of Indians, who flourished their Clulis and uttered Impatient grunts. Beverley made a direct dash for the nar-ow lane between the braced and Watchful lines. Every warrior lifted bis club. Every copper face gleamed ?t' adily, a mask behind which burned u strangely atrocious spirit. The two savages standing at the end nearest Beverley struck at him the instant he reached them, tint they were taken quite by surprise when lie checked him self between them and. leaping this way and that, swung out two powerful blows, left and right, stretching one of them tint anil sending the other reeling and staggering half a dozen paces backward with the hlooil streaming friiin his nnsp. * This done. Beverley turned to run away. hut '''H breath was already short and his strength rapidly going. Long Hair, who was ut his heels, leaped before him when he had gone but a few steps and once more Nour ished t lie totur an wit. To struggle was useless save to insist upon being brained outright, which Just then had no part In Beverley's considerations. Long Hair kicked his victim heavily, uttering laconic curses meanwhile, and led him back again to the starting point. The young man. who had borne all 1 he could, now turned upon him furi ously and struck straight from the shoulder, setting the whole weight of his body into the blow. Long Hair stepped out of the way and quick as a flash brought the Nat side of his toma hawk with great force ngnlnst Bever ley's head. This gave the amusement a sudden and disnptsilntlng end, for the prisoner fell limp and senseless to the ground. No more running the gantlet for him that day. Indeed It required protracted application of the best In dian skill to revive him so that be could fairly be called a living man. There had been no dangerous concus sion, however, aud on the following morning camp was broken. Beverley, sore, haggnrd, forlornly j disheveled, had bis arms bound again and was made to march apace with his nimble enemies, who set out swiftly ?satward their disappointment st haw tng their sj>ort cut short. although bit ter enough. not in the least Indicated by any facia 1 expression or spiteful act. Was it really a strange thing. or was It not. that Beverley's mind now busied Itself unceasingly with the thought that Ixnig llair had Alice's picture in liis pouchV One might find room for dis cussion of a cerebral problem like this, but our history cannot be delayed with analyses and speculations. It must run its direct course unhindered to the end. Suffice it to record that while tramping at Long Hair's side and growing more and more desirous of seeing the picture again Beverley began trying to con verse with his taciturn captor. He had a considerable smattering of several Indian dialects, which he turned upon Long Hair to the beat of his ability, but apparently without effort. Never theless he babbled at intervals, always upon the same subject and always en deavoring to influence that huge, stol id, heartless savage in the direction of letting him see again the child face of the miniature. When night came on again the band camped under some trees beside a swoll *'Try run 'toay, kill!" m stream. There was no rain falling, but almost the entire country lay under u flood of water. Fires of logs were soon burning brightly on the compara tively dry bluff chosen by the Indians. The weather was chill, but not cold. Long Hair took great pains, however, to dry Beverley's clothes and see that he had warm wraps and plenty to oat. Hamilton's low reward would not be forthcoming should the prisoner die. Iieverhy was good property, well ;fth careful attention. To be sure, his scalp in the worst event would com mand a sufficient honorarium, but not the greatest. Beverley thought of all this while the big Indian was wrap ping him snugly in skins and blankets for the night, and there was no com fort in it save that possibly if he were returned to Hamilton he might see Alice again before be died. At about the midhour of the night Long Hair gently awoke ids prisoner by drawing a band across bis face, then whispered in Ids ear: Bevi . y tried to rise, uttering a ileepy ejaculation under ids breath. "No talk!'' hissed Long Iiair. "Still!" There was something in his voice that not only swept the last film of tleep out of Beverley's bra. . but made It perfectly clear to him that a very important bit of craftiness was being performed, .lust what its nature was, however, he could not surmise. One thing was obvious. Long Hair did not wish the other Indians to know of the liinvii lu> \vm? niulrin* 1 tuftlr Ik, slipped dip blanket* from around Bev erley and rut the thongs at his ankles. "Still!" lie whispered. "Come 'long." Coder such circumstances a 111 po tent mind arts with lightning celerity. Beverley now understood that Long Hair was stealing him away from the other savage* and that the big villain in-ant to cheat them out of their part of the reward. Along with tills discov ery eanie 11 fresh gleam of hope. It would Is- far easier to escape from one Indian than from nenrly a score. Al ready he was planning or trying to plnn some way by which he could kill Long Hair when they should reach a safe distance from the sleeping camp. But how could the thing he done? A man with his hands tied, though they are in front of hint, is in no excellent condition to cope with a free and stal wart savage armed to the teeth. Still Beverley's spirits rose with every rod of distance that was added to their slow progress. Their course was nearly parallel with that of the stream, but slightly con verging with It, and after they had gone alsntt a furlong they reached the bank. Hen- Long Hair stopped and, without a word, cut the thongs from Beverley's wrists. This was astound ing. The young tnan could scarcely re alise it, nor was he ready to act. "Swim water," Long Ilalr snld In a guttural murmur barely audible. "Swim!" Again It was necessary for Bever ley's mind to act swiftly and with pru dence. The ramp was vet within hall ing distance. A false more now would brin/ I lie whole pink bowling to the rescue. Something told hlui to do as Long Hair ordered, so with scarcely a perc-eptihle hesitation he scrambled down the bushy bank and slipped Into the water, to!lowed by laing Hair, who seized him by one arm when be began to swim and struck out with him Into the Ixiiling and tumbling current. Beverley had always thought himself a master swimmer, but Iaing Hair showed him his mistake. It was a loug. isild struggle, and when at last they touched the sloping, low bank on the other aide Long Hair had fairly to lift his chilled and exhausted prisoner to the top. "I'gh, cold!" he grunted, beginning to pound and rub Beverley's arms, legs and body. "Make warm heap!" All this he did witii his right hand, holding the tomahawk in his left. It was a strange, bewildering expe rience out of which the young man could uot see in any direction fur enough to give him a hint upon which to act. In a few minutes I .nag Iiuir jerked him to his feet and said: "(Jo." It was Just light enough to see that the order had a tomahawk to enforce it withal. Long Hair indicated the di rection and drove Beverley onward as fast us he could. "Try run 'way, kill!" he kept repeat ing. while with his left hand on the young man's shoulder he guided him from behind dexterously through the wood for some distance. They hud just emerged from a thick et Into an open space where the ground was comparatively dry. Overhead the stars were shilling in great clusters of silver and gold against a dark, cavern ous looking sky, here and there over run with careering black clohds. Bev erley shivered, not so much with colli as on account of the stress of excite ment which amounted to nervous rigor. Long Hair faced liim and leaned to ward liim until his breathing was au dlble and his massive features were dimly outlined. A dragon of the dark est age could not have been more re pulsive. "Vgh, friend!" Beverley started when these words were followed by a sentence In an In dian dialect somewhat familiar to him. a dialect In which he had tried to talk with Long Hair during the day's march. The sentence, literally trans lated, was: "Long Hair is friendly now. Will white man be friendly?" Beverley heard, but the speech seem ed to come out of vastness and hollow distance. He could not realize it fairly. He felt as if in a dream, far off some where in loneliness, with a big. shad owy form looming before him. He heard the chill wind in the thickets roundabout, and beyond Long Hair rose a wall of giant trees. "I'gli, not understand'!" the savage presently demanded in Ids broken Eng lisli. "Yes. yes," said Beverley, "1 under stand." "Is the white man friendly now?" Long Hair then repented in his own tongue with a certain insistence of manner and voice. "Yes. friendly." Long Hair fumbled In his pouch and took out Alice's locket, which be hand ed to Beverley. "White man love little girl?" lie inquired in a tone that bor dered upon tenderness, again speaking in Indian. Beverley clutched the disk as soon as he saw it gleam in the starlight. "White man going to have little girl for Ids squaw, eh?" "Yes, yes," cried Beverley without hearing ills own voice. He was trying to open the locket, but his hands were numb and trembling. When at last he did open it he could not see the child face within, for now even the starlight was shut off by a scudding black cloud. "Little girl saved Long Hair's life. Long Hair save wh.te warrior for little girl." A dlgnlt* which was almost noble ac companied those simple sentences. Long Hair stood proudly erect like a colossal statue in the dimness. The great truth dawned upon Bever ley that here was a characteristic act. lie knew that an Indian rarely failed to repay a kindness or an Injury, stroke for stroke, when opportunity offered. "Wait here a little while," Long Hair snid. and, without lingering for reply, turned away and disappeared in the wood. Beverley was free to run if he wished to, and the thought did surge across his mind, but a restraining something like a hand laid upon him would not let ids limbs move. Down deep in his heart a calm voice seemed to be repeating Long Hair's Italian sen tence, "Walt here a little while." A few minutes inter Long Hair re turned bearing two guns, Beverley's and his own, the latter n superb weap on given him by Hamilton. He nfter wnrd explained that he hail brought these, with their bullet pouches and powder horns, to a place of conceal ment near by before he awoke Bever ley. Delay could not be thought of. Long Hair explained briefly that he thought Beverley must go to Kaskaskia. He had come across the stream In the di rection of Vlncennes In order to set his warriors at fault. The stream must be recrossed, he said, farther down, and he would help Beverley a certain distance on his way, then leave him to shift for himself. He had a monger amount of pnrched corn and buffalo meat In his pouch which would stay hunger until they could kill some game. Now they must go. They flung miles behind them before day dawn, Is>ng Hair lending, Bever ley pressing close at his heels. Most of the way led over flat prairies covered with water, and they therefore left no track by which they could be followed. Late In the forenoon Ixmg Hair killed a deer at the edge of a wood. Here they made a Are and cooked a supply which would last them for a day or two, and then oo they went again. But we canuot follow tbem step by step When Ia>ug Hair at lust took leave of Beverley the oecaeion had no ceremo- C ny. It was an abrupt, unemotional \ parting. The stalwart Indian simply said in his own dialect, pointing west ward: "(io that way two days. You will find your friends." Then without auother look or word he turned aoout and stalked eastward at a marvelously rapid gait. In his mind he had u good tale to tell his war rlor companions when he should find them again?how Beverley escajied that night and how he followed him u long, long cnuse only to lose him at last under the very guns of the fort at Kaskaskia. But before he reached his band an Incident of some importance changed bis story to a considerable de gree. It chanced that he came upon i Lieutenant Barlow, who in pursuit of j game had lost bis bearings and. far from his companions, was beating around quite bewildered in a watery solitude. I-ong Hair promptly mur dered the poor fellow and scalped hint with as little compunction as he would have skinned a rabbit, for he had a clever scheme in his head, a very auda cious and outrageous scheme, by which he purposed to recoup to some extent the damages sustained by letting Bev erley go. Therefore when he rejoined his some what disheartened and demoralized band he showed them the scalp and gave them an eloquent account of how he tore It from Beverley's head after a long chase and a bloody hand to hand flglit. They listened, believed and were satisfied. (To be Continued Next Week.) I j JoHcplms Jones was out ot fix. The world was out of tune, "Mv biz," said iie, "is in a mix. My head is full of rheum." H His face was sallow, drawn and sad, ? His eye had lost its light, "If things don't mend I'll soon be mad." { i Declared the broken wriglit. "Alas. alas, dear wife," quoth he, \ fl "I wish that I were dead, \ jf, III health, starvation, poverty, ? Are all I see ahead." "Oh. not so bad as that. ni\ dear, I know just what you need; Your Liver's wrony. I greatly fear; Let's try some JULY WLLD." .Tones took his goo<1 wife's words as true. And they were true indeed. He's all made over, all made new, i He's taking JULY WELD. July Weed is truely a wonderful rem- t ed.v. Trice 50c and $1.00 at all Drug: i Stores. I c Loved and Lost to Love Again. t ? - . t Bayonne. J., May 24.?Wii- ?' liaui Si. Byron, of -No. 20 East I Twenty-fifth street, hasanuounc- i ed he will shortly wed Mrs. Addie i1 J. Whitternore, of Philadelphia., ( It will he a climax to a romantic | j story extending: over 22 years. s The couple first met in 1X82 at Red Hank, where Mrs. Whitte rnore then lived. She was a <iirl t of 17 and Byron was 2-4 They i became engaged and prepara- I tions were being made for the t wedding when the engagement t was broken off. \ Byron married another girl, i and his former love also married. ! - Two years after Byron's mar riage his wife died. Several years ago Mrs. Whitternore became a - widow. She has since then made ^ Philadelphia her home. i A short time ago Mrs. Whitte- t more went to Bayonne to visit 1 friends. Byron, whose love for {_ the girl of his youth returned, jc managed to meet her. The two It had a long conversation. The 1 widow found her girlhood wooer ? every bit as enthusiastic as he was a score of years ago, and when he again proposed she said l'ves" for the second rime. J i Up to Date. He?"What are you staring T at? 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Best imaginative novel, "Mar ?le Faun," Hawthorne Best pathetic novel, "Silas | darner," Eliot. ( Best humorous novel, "Pick- } vick Papers," Dickens. I Best English novel, "Adam i lede," Eliot. i Best American novel, "Scarlet 1 setter," Hawthorne. ] Best novel in all, "Henry i ?Ismond," Thackeray. 1 I R. B. Whitley for Sheriff Mr. Editor: Please allow me; UHt a little space in your paper, want to say that I heartily eh iorse what Mr. John T. Taltonj 'aid of Kaiford It. Whitley for iheriff of Johnston county. .Mr. Whitley is a fine man. Let is nominate and elect him, for J. iin persuaded that we cannot ind a better man in the county j or that office. All together for Ir. Whitley. J.\o. A. Estridge, Archer, X. C., May 17, 1904. 1 lar Heel Editor Honored. t At the meeting: of the National Editorial Association held in St. Aiuis yesterday Mr H. B. 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