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t':'n fioni excitement yet , Ueeing for iue, v. In Vhe. eook tent trembling on until we must have covered two miles, wandering In and out among the low hills. No sounds reached us, and i stared out helplessly on the a field? 'I tuitsd and ran, heed- as we came Into a narrow ravine, ' all else, plunging through the promising concealment 1 released mi i at fugitives, plowing a passage grant en the bit and staggered back against the bank. Mademoiselle iiy bulk. I had done my duty I must save her! slipped from ber seat and hastened to ma i - . - 1 1 I .. i I me. $r RANDALL PARRI Sfl ILLUSTRATED1 CHAPTER XXIII Continued. I ttood before blm, stunned and be ' wlldcred by bis obstinacy. "Am I to understand, General Bt Clair, that you question the accuracy of my report?" "So, sir!" His cheeks flushed. Jlkcly, my young friend, there is noth ( T W) It. This expedition Is not in terested In what Hamilton It doing on the Maumee. He doesn't dare attack us with his mongrel savages. It be did we'd give him a belly full, and a fine story to send back to England. Come, gentlemen, left get to more serious affairs. You may go, sir." I passed out, dated, unseeing. So this) was the man In whose hands rest ed the fate of .the northwest. This was the end of my toll and suffering; this the reward for Brady's death. He had sneered at me, turned me away with a laugh. For a moment I ttood shaking from head to foot; then hot anger seised me, and brought me back to life. By heaven! he would learn yet which of us was tbe fool. CHAPTER XXIV. The Battle on the Wabash. He had not even assigned ma to service; simply turned me adrift to go where I pleased. This Implied Insult cut me to the quick, yet, now that I had taken the measure of tbe man, I eared little enough for his good opin ion. Very well, I would choose my own service then I would go back to Oldham and his Kentucky militia. He was of fighting blood, if his face spoke truth, and his command was stationed where they would feel tbe first shock of attack whenever it came. Oldham received me gladly, and about the fire that night I told of my reception by 8t Clair. "Well, I warned yer, Hayward," the colonel commented, chuckling. "1 know the bullet-headed old fool. I reckon hell know more about Injuns In a day or two. Told yer be had his scouts out, did he? Why, man, there lent one of 'em been ten miles from the column since we began this march; Isn't that so, captain? The old cock doesn't know tonight what's goln' on two hundred yards ahead of his out posts." He got up, and stretched'Vut bis arms. "And so, gentlemen, we . march for the Miami towns In the morning. Old Cock-a-doodle-doo says so. I'll wager a year's py we never get there. What I no ta&rs? Well, I'm going to bed."' i v - I ,. Why should I tteirtpt-tt11bT tnai arear name on one east for OI the Wabash? Many another has dope It already, yet few tell the nut as I remember It, I x . We were up at dawn, but for no purpose, so far as I could see, unless - It was to idle throagh a leisurely The Cursed Hound; 8o You Were Prisoner?". ... , ' breakfast I bad finished mine, and was Smoking, coddled close to the fire, when the storm broke. Our outposts . conld not have been a hundred yards m advance, or else they ran, without firing a shot, for the red devils burst ' on us without slightest warning. I heard a hoarse' shout of alarm, then whoops and yells, such as would strike . terror to the bravest' I was on- my I saw Oldham leap forward, roaring oat an order then they eame, pouring , oat of tbe woods into the open, a mass " of shrieking demons, bait obscured in smoke, their rifles spitting lire. The . man beside me went down in s heap; . Oldham flung up his arms and toppled : over; I saw men stare, then turn and run, peering back over their shoulders with eyes full of horror. I threw up Mny rifle and Urea; sprang back, racing for a tree, loading as I ran. Men wore everywhere, a frightened, scream' Vingt mob. I saw officers strike them with their swords, cursing them as Ma,ta . Hut mnthtna- MinM Rtnn th panic) they fought to get away, they truck with clinched fists, they' bat : tend a path, for . themselves with clubbed muskets; they -became Sends from terror, every semblanos of men lost God I may I never see such a 11 T t At mr I yiti.LJxm sight again! wrho ii it. ' ' ntn that tfmr.Ftr cken, fleeing mob ih . . nixaA avarvlnr-l9 me, hacking with tomahawks, slasbPffwith knives, bat tering with clubtff" J guns. The snow was red with bloola' covered with dead bodies. It wss ml"lacre, I know not bow I got out of I" 'but I fought back from tree to tnsV iring as I halted, loading as I ran. I ''here were others with me, cool-hetdsI fellows, and we held the palntedi U'mnna haitb until a hundred of us, IWIM rain aA th If, where the regu- opening by the r Lars snd artlllerjj age hordes, lni ire. But the sav- urited bv vtctorv. drunk with slaug pt warn at nnr rv heels. They llii 61 the edge of the woods and pourrf d a deadly volleys. There wss no so f now, no yelling only the lncessu Ul-attle of firearms, as they crept If lo to lot-, and tree to tree, i They filed oft drawing closer. "either elde and hemmed us In, tt I . trer alone protect- tng our rear. 1 smoke we caug flitting figures, faces striped bla feathers, and bn nrigh the clouds of Hmpses of their led, horrible, of rkad red, of waving rklng arms. Never i I seen Indians Tday rushing to before or since Sght as they did the charge, lei !'Pft. straight at us through the smj deadly aim Into I and firing with "Wy faces. They shot us down vj '" rest no cessa- n hb.li in hraafh tlon, no time I Twice they ioi IKa ffiina. ivirnilnf forward with a I H rush that flung us back, and erf bed the gunners un der foot But t y were In the open now, and we cor and clubbed rifi see; with bayonets we charged home, to the woods. There driving them bat they held us, wl Je from every hollow and grass patcbl .very tree anu rauen Spat Are. The bands M. ,, log, their rifles of my gun flew bit, and I picked np another; I was and took them it of powder and ball un a dead body. The dead lay everyf Jtere, alone, in heaps cries of the wcukded rose above the din. We chad led over the bodies. crunching the if under foot seeking to reach our hvlsible foes. They would not stad would not meet us. Helnlesa' bleed! tg, dying, contused by many orders, tell back, yet still retained line, i4d fronted that bias ing wood. Frli fctened, panic-stricken men were eWJywhere, running and shrieking in tSJkr, seeking vainly for some means of. J cape from the savage cordon. Indlaul crept forward under thajmoke to lain and mutilate the dead and dylnM Horses from the ar tillery and Mill, breaking loote, Charged wildly 1 bout, trampling living and dead allkelnder their feet Wom en, camp follokera, were wedged in the mob, their brill screams piercing the mad upro , Only the regulars thin blue line, with stood Intact, here and therq imong them a tew ml- Utlamen who pt their heads. About the guns, not dozen powder-grimed r . wwrou jvvTiuw o'""-1- artillerymen rb lalned. Not an officer of the battery .f as left; not one of the regulars unwo ided. 1 heard St. tlalr storming up and down behind Ij, swearing and shout ing orders In is high, cracked voice, yet took no til 'j to glance toward blm. The smoke s !:tled down upon us In a cloud; we to ght blindly. In the dark, hardly certair but we stood alone. I was beside Bu ler when he was struck, and helped di .g him aside out of the rout Then 1 law St. Clalr, and, as I stopped a sec id, staring Into his face to be sure o his Identity, an officer rushed up tt ough the smoke cloud, knocking me .side, everything forgot ten but bis u jent message. "General j . Clair," he cried, "we must get on of here, sir. My men cannot eta ad five minutes longer. It that line brsi is it will coat every life. For God's 81 j, let us go." "Yet ye, Colonel Darke, but how Is It to bet .ccompllshed, sir? See those fool do rardB." Darke sw t his hand ont to tbe south In sud in gesture. "There to nly one way, sir there by the road. I can bold the regulars steady; theyu cover the rear, and 'give the otb?s a chance. One fiercel charge forwa-d with the bayonet will drive those fbvils back, and open the way. May Iiy it sir?" . - "Ay, try It Hold! I'll lead them myself. Hes, Simmons, Cauley, lash those skulki Into the road there, while we clalr a path I sprang f ward with the others tn response to wlft orders. We made the woods1 nd plunged : lnto their shadows. I' ere was a fierce, mad struggle faci to face, bayonets and clubbed mu ;ets, knives and toma hawks. 8t( ilr, on an artillery horse, led the wayf We swept the front of the broad rad clear, the Impetuosity of our reclees charge forcing the startled sieges ; Into full retreat Then we doped to our knees, loading and firing hold the advantage. Be hind us, Intlthe open road, surged the mob of pate-stricken men, fighting and crowdig, beginning (their long race back 6 the Ohio. It was a sick ening sight the white, ghSBtly faces, the wound limping along, the bru tal acts of Jar. and over all the oease less cries Wd profanity, j I caught glimpses of women amoni the seeth ing mass, lustted and thtown under foot In themad terror, the sight of them brouit back to. melthe remem- tremblei at I I CHAPTER XXV. ' The Retreat I Had no faith I should find her then; but I fought my way through to the tent It bad been knocked half over; the camp stove overturned, the long bench smashed Into kindling wood. . With sinking heart I flung back the sagging canvas, and cast one glance within. As heaven witnesses, she stood there, the blanket still wrapped about her, her hands grasp ing a rifle, her face turned toward me. Unconsciously her lips gave ut terance to a cry of relief, and her ex pression changed. I sprang forward, eager, glad. "Rene, you are here!" I cried out "Why did you stay?" "It wss the word of monsieur," she answered simply. "Monsieur said stay till he come." "Yes, yes, I know; but I never thought of this; never dreamed of such a defeat But there is no time to waste In talk. There Is nothing to do but run for It now. Come, lass!" Before she realised what I was go ing to do, I had flung away my rifle and eel' her In my arms. She was I Staggered and Reeled From Wear! a light, slender thing, and I held her tight In the folds of the blanket scarcely feeling her weight. She made no effort to resist yet her eyes be wildered, half-frightened looked Into my face. I gave them no heed, my whole purpose concentrated on the one effort to save her, to fight a passage through that mob of frightened men. The spirit of panic had gripped me also not for myBelf, but for her! Here was my duty now; not back yon der where those regulars stood grimly in line, and died with their shoulders touching; not where I had fought all day In the powder-cloud facing those forest demons but in the mob of fu gitives, battling and cursing for their lives. The road was littered with guns thrown away, with discarded blankets and powder horns. I dared not toetr back, straining every muecle, stagger ing forward over the ruts. The roar ot guns behind grew faint In the dis tance; the spit of rifles from the thickets ceased. Exhausted, breath less, reeling from fatigue, I put her down, and, with arm about her, stood an Instant looking back. - They were coming, a dark mass bearing down upon us, but ahead ot them, wild with terror, his harness flapping at his heels, his head flung from side to side, charged an artillery horse full tilt In bis mad terror be saw and knew nothing. He came straight at us, running as If crated. I flung the girl Into the side of the road and leaped recklessly for bis head. My hand gripped the mane, then the leather rein; I was flung from my feet. Jerked Into the air, but hung; my moccasins touched ground again, I was dragged forward, ren dered half unconscious by a blow, but weight told. I got fingers on his nos trils, and he stood still, panting and trembling. Clinging to him, warned by shouts to hurry, I stripped the har ness and boislad her onto the bare back. Even as this was accomplished the head of that shrieking mob was on us; one brute grabbed her by the arm seeking to pull her down, and I struck Urn with all the force I had. Then I ran forward, clasping the Aorse by tbe bit crunching our way, heedless ot who opposed or blocked our passage. And they .made way for us; even In their blind terror, they swept sslde to escape being trampled under tbe animal's hoofs, and left before us a clear path. . I looked eagerly for some place In which to turn aside, saw the faint trace of an Indian trail, seemingly leading down the bank of the stream, and, with Instant decision, turned Into tt I walked the horse now, and Rene sat up straight and fastened her dis arranged hair. The narrow trail led through dense thickets and about a slight hill; In five minutes we were out of sight of the road, alone in the wilderness. To tbe right through trees was the glimmer of the river. The horse panted heavily, and the way was rough. There was blood I noticed now, on bis Sank, and he limped slight ly as be walked. I staggered and reeled from weariness, feeling reao- "You are worn out, monsieur, wounded?" "Worn put, yet, but nothing has touched me save a blow or two. I I think we can rest now." Then it occurred to me, a thought that bad swept Into my mind once before we had no provisions, no chance to get away and we dare not shoot nor build a fire. "What is It, monsieur?" "Why, we have nothing to eat, Rene," t admitted reluctantly. "It Is a long Journey to the Ohio, and how are we to keep from starving? Faith! but I am near that now." She stood before me, slender, erect, tbe blanket draped about nor, ber eyes lowered. "It was mine io remember, mon sieur," she said simply, as If It all the most ordinary tblng In tbe world "I knew not what would hap pen, and there was food there. When the women ran away, and I would not go, because you told me not, I knew It would be best that I take some. You do not blame me, monsieur?" "Blame! you are a Jewel; but I see nothing of It! Where " " Tls here, monsieur; I am glad If I please you." She flung aslda the blanket, drop ping It to tbe srpund, revealing black ammunition bag strapped across ber shoulder. I remembered now feel lng It when I held her In my arms, vaguely wonderlnt what It was. She unclasped and oprced It "Monsieur must eat," she said grave ly, "and sleep. T),n be will be strong again." I tried to do ai she said, munching a few mouthfula Her actions, her words, her manner toward me, both bewildered and angered. She had as sumed the part of a servant chosen It as If she would thus teach me my own place. In every possible way she showed me she 'vas not there from choice, but necesilty. I lay back, toy ing with the food, my appetite gone. The wounded horse had been down to the river and drank; now be was paw ing the snow In an effort to discover feed. Over In the east but some dis tance off, a rifle cracked ominously In the silence. My head fell back against the bank, and I wits sound asleep. It was two days later when we tolled up a long hill, ami came out upon the summit I no longer needed to lead the horse, and was plodding along wearily behind. Much of the snow had melted, leaving the soil soft end the trees appeared bare, phantom-like, against tbe sky. Rene rode silently, wrapped In ber blanket tor the sir was chill nnd damp, her head bent ber eyes straight ahead. I have no remembrance tha. we had spoken for an hour. Beyond the bill summit there was an escirpment ot rock, giv ing an open view ahead. As I gated off, over the tres below, my heart gave a great bou,id there, scarce a mile away, flowing between leagues of forest, was the bn ad Ohio, Its waters silvery in the sua : I turned to her and pointed. "At last. Rene," cried, forgetting. "We are safe now; itee! There is tb river." She lifted her eye i and looked. "Yes, monsieur." "Why do you ever speak to me In that tone? You answer me always as If you were my servunt" "Your servant!" She was looking at me now. "Am I not, monsieur?" "Of course you ar t not. You are free; whatever put tuut In yonr head? I haven't known what to think, what to do since we havo been together. Back on tbe Maumee I I thought you loved me." "I do love you, mo.isleur." "You you love me," I stammered. And yet bear yourself as you do?" "Yes, moneleur; how else could 1 do? You are white; I am an Indian." 'Is that all! You (hink that makes It different? Rene, I love you; out yonder Is my home; V would take you there; I would say to those who know me here Is my wits." "Your your wife!" There was doubt, questioning In ber eyes. Yes, of course; how could you thick otherwise?" Oh, monsieur, ho t could I know? How could I believe? I was an Indian girl, a Wyandot It Is not so tbe whits men come to our villages. I have sees them the red-cot its, the traders ot France. They take with the strong hand, and then laugh, and go away. Then you came and grasped me, and said get into tbe canoe. I tried to not go, but you said yes, I must You did not ask me, n onsleur you spoke stern, angry. I wss frightened, I dare not say no, so I did as you said I was your prisoner; yon had taken me ai the warriors of the Wyandots take the maidens of the OJlbwas." Then If that was so, why did yos not leave me thit night the Indians passed ns In camp?" Her cheeks flamed. "I I cuold not, monsieur I loved you. "And now? now yoa will go with me down there i prisoner no longer, but my own?" 'Always and forever?" 'Always and I irever," I uuwtni gravely.' There was somuthlng new, wonder ful In the depths itf the dark eyes thai looked Into mine. I saw her hands clasp the white cross at her throat then they were held put to me. I am so glad, laonsleur," she salt softly, "so glad!" swJ aS) ' av i V ' v .Jlaaer .- . I? 1 741 ita lit ARK TRUITT is one of the Great Pitts-, burgh steel barons. He is a Big Man, keenly alive to all the possibilities of-right-now America. He is before us in his whole career, in his loves and hates, from youth to later . manhood. He labors in the mills. He fights for wealth. He struggles for place, bat tling against other men and his own soul's weakness. He marries. He suffers and sins, but never cringes. And he emerges in the end chastened, strengthened and ennobled, but not unscarred. He realizes , something of his great visions, and with the woman who has been a part of his dreams finds peace and happiness at last This U tha New Serial about to appear in thU paper t Be tar to get the ieeue Henry Russell Miller, tht young Pittsburgh lawyer-novelist who Is known for his political stories which have appeared during the last few years, has distinguished himself again through tha production of another story. "The Ambition of Mark Trultt" a story of social and Industrial Pitts burghwhich critics say Is far better than either "The Man Higher Up" or "His Rise to- Power," his two earlier political stories. We have secured this story as our next serial, and the first Installment will appear In an early Issue. : . ' ' - For a number of years Mr. Miller has exhibited a great Interest In the steel Industry. He has made the ac quaintance of many of-the big men as well as the laborers In the mill towns, and from them has learned a great deal about the gamo. , , "Tbe Ambition of Mark Trultt" U a story that Is not only tremendously interesting, but one that will cause readers to stop and think. :t I""' " ""Ill 3 HENRY RUSSELL MILLER Henru Russell Miller Author of "The Man Higher Vp,""HlRhelo Power," etc. with the firet installment I If you have struggled in privation If you have dwelt with plenty and known a woman's love in either Then you'll see yourself in The Novel of a Typical American Our Next Serial t Watch for It! The Ambition of Mark Truitt ; It has meat and backbone to iL Minneapolis Tribune. '. Forceful, sane, and convincing. In the idyllic phases the reader, is reminded of James Lane Allen. St. Louis Post-Dispatch. ; Contrasts in the quality of women's loves give 1 wonderful color to Mark's career and his final contentment In fulfilled am bition. A human interest novel convincingly evoivea. unicago Examiner. I WW J r
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