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CHAPTER XXIII—Continued.
I stood before him. stunned and be-
Artldered by his obstinacy.
“Am I to understand. General 8t.
Clair, that you question the accuracy
•f my report?”
“No. sir!" Hla cheeks flushed.
■"Only, my young friend, there is noth-
ing to It. This expedition Is not In-
jterssted In what Hamilton is doing on
jthe Maumee. He doesn't dare attack
Ins with his mongrel savages. If he
Mid we’d give him a belly full, and a fine
(story to send back to England. Come,
(gentlemen, let's get to more serious
(affairs. You may go. sir.”
> I passed out, dazed, unseeing. Bo
Mils was the man In whose bands 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 stood
iii»irin[ from head to foot; then hot
anger seised me, and brought me back
to Ufa By heaven! he would learn yet
which of us was the fool.
CHAPTER XXIV.
The Battle on tbs Wabash.
He had not even assigned me to
irrlcw simply turned me adrift to go
rhere I pleased. This Implied Insult
it me tooths quick, yet, now that I
* taken the measure of the man, I
little enough for his good opln-
Very well, I would choose my
service then—I would go back to
kam and his Kentucky militia. He
i of fighting blood. If his face spoke
1, and his command waa stationed
(where they would feel the first shock
jof attack whenever it came.
I Oldham received me gladly, and
(about the fire that night I told of my
Reception by 8L Clair.
“Well, I warned yer, Hayward," the
aolonel commented, chuckUng. “I
(know the buUet-headed old fool. I
(reckon bell know more about Injuns
Iln a day or two. Told yer he had hla
(scouts out, did be? Why, man, there
Rant one of 'em been ten miles from
(the column since we began this march;
jlan’t that so, captain? The old cock
(doesn't know tonight what's gotn' on
|twp hundred yards ahead of his out-
*----- *• got up, and stretched out
arms. “And so, gentlemen, we
for the Miami towns In the
(morning. Old Cock-a-doodle-doo says
iso. Ill wager a year's pay we never
(get there. Whatl no takers? Well,
p'm going to bed."
! Why should 1 attempt to describe
(that drear battle on the east fork of
(the Wabaah? Many another has done
jit already, yet few tell the story as I
(remember It.
We were up at dawn, but for no
(purpose, so far as I could see, unless
(it was to Idle through a leisurely
./’V
S-
The Cursed Hound; So You Wore
Prisoner?”
breakfast. I had finished mine, and
was smoking, cuddled close to the fire,
when the storm broke. Our outposts
could not have been a hundred yards
In advance, or else they ran without
firing a shot, for the red devils burst
os us without slightest warning,
heard a hoarse shout of alarm, then
whoops and yells, such as would strike
terror to the bravest. I was on my
fbet, gripping my gun In an Instant.
1 saw Oldham leap forward, roaring
out an order—then they came, pouring
out of the woods Into the open, a mass
(of shrieking demons, half obscured In
smoke, their rifles spitting Are. The
w»ii beside me went down In a heap;
Oldham Bung up hla arms and toppled
over; 1 saw men stare, then turn and
run, peering back over their shoulders
with eyes full of horror. I threw up
my rifle and fired; sprang back, racing
for a tree, loading as I ran. Men
were everywhere, a frightened, scream
ling mob. I saw officers strike them
(with their swords, cursing them
(cowards. But nothing could stop the
(panic; they fought to get away, they
jstruck with clinched flats, they bat
(tered a path for themselves with
uTubbnd muskets; they became fiends
Ifrorn terror, every semblance of inen
(lost. God! may I never see such
My hand trembles as I
brance of Rene. Was she also mi t bed
in that mob, fleeing for life, or was
she still in the cook tent, trembling
as ehe stared out helplessly on the
stricken field? I turned and ran, heed
less of all else, plunging through the
stream of fugitives, plowing a passage
with my bulk. I had done my duty-
now 1 must save her!
eight again!
write of it.
Into that terror-stricken, fleeing mob
the naked warriors came, hacking with
tomahawks, slashing with knives, bat-
tering with clubbed guns. The snow
was red with blood, covered with dead
bodies. It was massacre. I know not
how I got out of It, but I fought back
from tree to tree, flrlng as I halted,
loading aB I ran. There were others
with me, cool-headed fellows, ana we
held the painted demons back until
hundred of us, or more, gained the
opening by the river, where the regu-
lars and artillery were. But the sav-
age hordes, infuriated by victory,
drunk with slaughter, were at our very
heels. They lined the edge of the
woods and poured in deadly volleys.
There was no sound now, no yelling—
only the Incessant rattle of firearms,
as they crept from log to log, and
tree to tree, slowly drawing closer.
They filed off to either side and
hemmed us In, the river alone protect-
ing our rear. Through the clouds of
smoke we caught glimpses of their
flitting figures, distorted, horrible, of
faces striped black and red, of waving
feathers, and brandishing arms. Never
before or since have I seen Indians
fight as they did that day—rushing to
the charge, leaping straight at us
through Jhe smoke, and flrlng with
deadly aim Into our very faces. They
shot us down with no rest, no cessa-
tion, no time In which to breathe.
Twice they took the guns, swarming
forward with a fierce rush that flung
us back, and crushed the gunners un-
der foot. But they were in the open
now, and we could see; with bayonets
and clubbed rifles we charged home,
driving them back to the woods. There
they held us, while from every hollow
and grass patch, every tree and fallen
log, their rifles spat fire. The bands
of my gun flew off, and I picked up
another; I was out of powder and ball
and took them from a dead body. The
dead lay everywhere, alone, In heaps;
cries of the wounded rose above the
din. We charged over the bodies,
crunching them under foot, seeking
to \reach our Invisible foes. They
would not stand, would not meet us.
Helpless, bleeding, dying, confused by
many orders, we fell back, yet still
retained line, and fronted that blaz-
ing wood. Frightened, panic-stricken
men were everywhere, running and
shrieking In terror, seeking vainly for
some means of escape from the savage
cordon. Indians crept forward under
the smoke to scalp and mutilate the
dead and dying. Horses from the ar-
tillery and staff, breaking loose,
charged wildly about, trampling living
and dead alike under their feet. Wom-
en, camp followers, were wedged In
the mob, their shrill screams piercing
the mad uproar. Only the regulars
stood Intact, a thin blue line, With
here and there among them a few mi-
litiamen who kept their heads. About
the guns, not a dozen powder-grimed
artillerymen remained. Not an officer
of the battery w%s left; not one of the
regulars unwounded.
I hoard St. Clair storming up and
down behind us, swearing and shout-
ing orders In his high, cracked voice,
yet took no time to glance toward him.
The smoke settled down upon ub In
a cloud; we fought blindly, la the dark,
hardly certain but we stood alone. I
was beside Butler when he was struck,
and helped drag him aside out of the
rout. Then I saw St. Clair, and, as I
stopped a second, staring into his face
to be sure of his Identity, an officer
rushed up through the smoke cloud,
knocking me aside, everything forgot-
ten but hiB urgent montage.
"General St. Clair,” he cried, "we
must get out of here, sir. My men
cannot stand five minutes longer. If
that line breaks It will cost every life.
For God's sake, let us go.
"Yes—yes, Colonel Darke, but how
Is It to be accomplished, sir? See
those fool cowards."
Darke swept his hand out to the
south In sudden gesture
"There Is only one way, sir—there
by the road. 1 can hold the regulars
steady; they’ll cover the rear, and
give the others a chance. One fierce
charge forward with the bayonet will
drive those devils back, and open the
way. May I try it, sir?"
"Ay, try It. Holdl I'll lead them
myself. Here, Simmons, Cauley, lash
those skulkers Into the road there,
while we clear a path.
1 sprang forward with the others In
response to swift orders. Ws mads
the woods and plunged Into their
shadows. There was a fierce, mad
struggle face to face, bayonets and
clubbed muskets, knives and toma-
hawks. Bt. Clair, on an artillery horse,
led the way. We swept the front of
the broad road clear, the Impetuosity
of our reckless charge forcing the
startled savages Into full retreat
Then we dropped to our knees, loading
and filing to hold the advantage. Be-
hind us, Into the open road, surged the
mob of panlo-strlcken men, fighting
and crowding, beginning their long
race back to the Ohio. It waa a sick-
ening sight, tho white, ghastly faces,
the wounded limping along, the bru
tal acts of fear, and over all the cease-
less cries and profanity, 1 caught
glimpses of women among the seeth
ing mass, husHt'd and thrown under
foot In the mad terror. The sight of
them brought back to mo the remem-
CHAPTER XXV.
The Retreat.
I had no faith I should find her
there, but I fought my way through to
the tent. It had 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. 1 sprang forward,
eager, glad. 1
“Rene, vyou are here! ” I cried out.
"Why did you stay?”
"It was 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 realized what I was go-
ing to do, I had flung away my rifle
and Beized her in my arms. She was
uV'
I Staggered and Reeled From Weari-
ness.
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
alBO—not for myself, 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
Uvea. The road was littered with guns
thrown away, with discarded blankets
and powder horns, i dared not look
back, straining every muscle, stagger-
ing forward over the ruts. The roar
of 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 of
them, wild with terror, his harness
flapping at his heels, his head flung
from side to side, charged an artillery
horse full tilt. In his mad terror he
saw and knew nothing. He came
Straight at us, running as if crazed.
I flung the girl into the side of the
road and leaped recklessly for his
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 waa 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 hoisted 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
him with all the force I had. Then I
ran forward, clasping the horse by the
bit, crunching our way, heedless of
who opposed or blocked our passage.
And they made way for us; even In
their blind terror, they swept aside
to escape being trampled under the
animal's hoots, 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
It. 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 (n the
wilderness. To the right through
trees was the glimmer of the rlvnr.
The horse panted heavily, and the way
was rough. There was blood I noticed
now, on his flank, and he limped slight-
ly as be walked. I staggered and
resled from weariness feeling reac-
tion from excitement, yet kept grimly
on until we must have covered two
miles, wandering in and out among the
low hills. No sounds reached us, and
as we came Into a narrow ravine,
promising concealment, I released my
grasp on the bit and staggered back
against the bank. Mademoiselle
slipped from her seat and hastened to
me.
“You are worn out, monsieur,
wounded?”
“Worn out, 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 had 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 ie it, monsieur?"
“Why, we have nothing to eat,
Rene,” I 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,
the blanket draped about her, her eyes
lowered.
"It was mine to remember, mon-
sieur.” she said simply, as If It was
all the most ordinary thing In the
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 mo 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—”
" 'Tis here, monsieur; I am glad If
I please you.”
She flung aside the blanket, drop-
ping It to the ground, revealing a
black ammunition bag strapped across
her shoulder. I remembered now feel-
ing it when I held her In my arms,
vaguely wondering what it was. She
unclasped and opened It.
"Monsieur must eat," she said grave-
ly, "and sleep. Then he will be strong
again.”
I tried to do as she said, munching
a few mouthfuls. Her actions, her
words, her manner toward me, both
bewildered and angered. She had a^
sumed the part of a servant—chosen
it, as It she would thus teach me my
own place. In every possible Way she
showed me she was not there from
choice, but necessity. I lay back, toy-
ing with the food, my appetite gone.
The wounded horse had been down to
the river and drank; now he 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 was so<tnd asleep.
It was two days later when we tolled
up a long hill, and came out upon the
summit. I no longer needed to lead
the horse, and waa plodding along
wearily behind. Much of the snow
had melted, leaving the soil soft, and
the trees appeared bare, phantom-Uke,
against the sky. Rene rode silently,
wrapped In her blanket, for the air
was chill and damp, her head bent,
her eyes straight ahead. I have no
remembrance that we had spoken for
an hour. Beyond the hill summit
there was an escarpment of rock, giv-
ing an open view ahead. As I gazed
off, over the trees below, my heart
gave a great bound—there, scarce a
mile away, flowing between leagues of
forest, was the broad Ohio, Its waters
silvery in the sun. I turned to her
and pointed.
“At last, Rene,” I cried, forgetting.
“We are safe now; see! There Ui
river.”
She lifted her eyes and looked.
"Yes, monsieur.”
“Why do you ever speak to me In
that tone? You answer me always as
If you were my servant."
"Your servant!" She was looking at
me now. “Am I not, monsieur?”
"Of course you are not. You are
free; whatever put that In your head?
I haven’t known'what to think, what
to do since wo have been together
Back on the Maumee I—I thought you
loved me.”
"I do love you, monsieur."
"You—you love me,” I stammered.
“And yet bear yourself as you do?"
"Yes, monsieur; how else could I
do? You are white; I am an Indian."
“Is that all! You think that makos
It different? Rene, I love you; out
yonder is my home; I would take you
there; I would say to those who know
me—here Is my wife.”
"Your—your wife!” There was
doubt, questioning In her eyes.
"Yes, of course; how could you
think otherwise?"
“Oh, monsieur, how could I know?
How could 1 believe? I was an Indian
girl, a Wyandot It Is not so the white
men come to our villages. I have seen
them—the red-coats, the traders ol
France. They take with the strong
hand, and then laugh, and go away.
Then you came and grasped me, and
said get into the canoe. I tried to not
go, but you said yes, I must You
did not ask me, monsieur—you spoke
stern, angry. I wsa frightened, I dare
not say no, so 1 did as you said—I was
your prisoner; you had taken me as
tho warriors of the Wyandots take the
maidens of the OJlbwas."
"Then If that was so, why did you
not leave me—that night the Indians
passed us In camp?”
Her cheeks flamed.
“I—| cuold not, monsieur—1 loved
you.”
"And now?—now you will go with
me down there—a prisoner no longer,
but my own?"
"Always and forever?"
“Alwayf and forever,” I answered
gravely.
There was something new, wonder-
ful In the depths of the dark eyea that
looked Into mine. I saw her hands
clasp the white cross at her throat,
then they were held out to me.
"I am so glad, monsieur," she said
softly, "so*glad!"
THE END.
GRAND OPERA SOLOISTS WITH
THAI’S BANO AT STATE FAIR
Soloists of international fame will
accompany Thaviu's Great Russian
Band to the eighth annual Oklahoma
State Fair and Exposition, Oklahoma
City, Sept. 22 to Oct. 3. 1914. They
are singers in the prime of their fame
and ability, among them being Ernesto
Geaccone, a celebrated tenor soloist,
who was one of the leading singers
with the San Carlos Opera Company,
appearing at one time with Nordica
and Constantino. He has since been
singing at the Boston Grand Opera
House, under the direction of Henry
Russell. His voice is one of rare
beauty and power, and he Is an ex-
cellent actor.
Signora Emilia Leovalli would need
no Introduction in the big music cen-
ters. She is possessed of h pleasing
lyric soprano voice and great delicacy
and fire of dramatic Interpretation.
She was one of the leading sopranos
with the Lambardl Opera Company
on the Pacific Coast In 1912.
For popular, up-to-date ragtime and
ballads, Thaviu has with him one of
the best popular Cabaret Trios in the
country. There is also a tango team
that will amuse and entertain the peo-
ple at Oklahoma’s big State Fair and
Exposition thiB fall.
As a program maker, Thaviu Is
without a peer or a rival. He seems
Instinctively to know what the people
want and he can vary his programs to
suit any gathering, from the frivolous
crowds at summer parks who seek
nothing but the gayer and lighter mel
VlCAIIONPUNS
By CECELIA HAMBURG.
The members of the Commuters'
Crochet club were seated in their
facing seats on the 7:55 and the lure
of the luncheon dolly was strong upon
them. Mabel had started out with
the intention of making only one
which should serve as an Isolated
table-mat for a distant cousin, but
so great was the fascination of the
work that she had kept on, and was
now putting the picot edge on the
fifth. Sadie alone was not engrossed
in work, but sat very still in her cor-
ner by the window, absorbed in a
bright colored circular. Otha|r cir-
culars like »it were strewn over her
lap and peeped from her handbag.
"What’s that you’re reading?” asked
Mary, looking up from her work.
“It’s a pamphlet on Bermuda,” said
Sadie.
'Are they all about Bermuda?”
asked Anne.
“Oh, no,” said Sadie. "There’s one
on Newfoundland and one on Nova
Scotia and one on the Thousand Is-
lands and ofie on the Adirondack* and
another on a trip through the Cana-
dian Rockies and a tour through Yel-
lowstone Park and—”
"My, what a lot of places to choose
from," said Mabel. “I ^hink It takes
a great deal of energy to get a trip
like one of those all planned out and
know just when your trains leave or
your boat starts and get all your con-
nections worked out and know what
clothes you are going to take.”
Sadies began to trace with a hot lit-
tle finger an Intricate route on an
orange map. It evidently led over hill
and dale and included a glimpse at
most of the wonders of the earth.
"Leaving New Yorlr at 4:33 on Fri-
day, I Would reach Hlllsburg at 7:43
on Saturday morning; making a quick
connection, I would get to PlainBville
Junction at 1:18, and from there—’’
“Mercy, how complicated,” said Ma-
bel.
Rare Book Changes Owners.
A copy of a very rare book the
'Speculum Christian!,” printed by Wil-
liam de Machltnia in 1483, was sold at
Messrs. Hodgson’s rooms In Chancery
lane for 8690, a few days ago. Mach-
llnia and Lettou, his partner, were the
first printers in London, and the for-
mer had his press in Holborn.
odies, to the more sedate and serious
gatherings at chautauquas and fairs
who demand music of a higher grade
and style. In fact Thaviu will furnish
music for all classes at the State Fair,
EMILIA LEOVALLI
Lyric Soprano with Thaviu’s Band
at the Oklahoma State Fair and Expo-
sition, Sept. 22 to Oct. 3, 1914.
•
Versatility Is really one of the great
features of this organisation of forty
musicians.
"Yes, that would be,” assented Sa-
die. “I think perliaps I would preer
the sea trip to Bermuda. They say
that you can have a wonderful time
there if you go to one of the houses
in the country where they take visit-
ors and then hire a bicycle and see
the Island for yourself.
“However, I’ve always wanted to
see Nova Scotia, and that gives you a
fine voyage, too.) If I do go by sea.
would you take just a suit case, or
would you take a steamer trunk
along? I think one dark suit and a
big coat and two dark waists and one
dressy waist and—”
“How long Is your vacation?” asked
Mabel, in her practical way.
“Two weeks,” said Sadie.
“How much money are you going
to spend on your trip?”
“Not more than twenty-five dollars,
anyway,” said Sadie.
"Well, I don’t believe you can go
to Bermuda or Nova Scotia or New-
foundland or-,—”
“Of course, I can't," said Sadie. "I
am only planning my vacation. I al-
ways plan it every year, and then I
go spend two weeks with my grand-
mother who lives on a farm in Mlllls,
Mass. But at least I have the fun of
making believ.e I’m going somewhere
else.”
With this vacation confession, the
train stopped, and the girls rolled up
their work and left the train. Sadie
marched on ahead and, as the ferry-
boat swung out of its dock, she looked
longingly down the harbor and pre-
tended she had decided on Nova Sco-
tia.
Freak of Minnesota Storm.
After a Minnesota storm a man ap-
peared on the highway attired in a
chicken coop. The coop had been
blown over his head in such a way
that his arms were pinioned to h|^.
sides and he
his “bonnet."
was unable to remove
Means of Approach.
Though I am not a smoker, I like to
carry matches in my pocket. One 1*
always liable to to be accosted on the
street by some one in need of a light.
Tc be able to give a match Is a great
luxury. It forms the basis for a mo-
mentary friendship.—S. M. Crothers,
In the Atlantic.
Really le No Waste Matter.
Scientists and business f men are
both beginning to understand that In
reality there Is no such thing as
waste matter. The existence of what
we call waste or refuse Is due mere-
ly to our failure to And a proper
method of turning it into dollars and
cants.
College Heads Variously Named.
Heads of colleges In British uni-
versities are variously known as war-
dens, masters, principals, rectors, pro-
vosts, presidents, deans and censors.
Something Wrong.
Fro mthe office window of the Eve-
ning Holler, In the gay and brilliant
metropolis, the staff funny man
scowled with vexation. “Oh, dear,
what can the matter be?" he sighed.
"I had my grist Bet up in 1? different
vstyles and sizes of type today, and
still It Isn’t humorous.”
Old Sliver Colne Found.
Old silver colnB belonging to the
reigns of Elizabeth, James I. and
Charles I. have been found burled in
the garden of Manor Farm, Itchen Ab-
bas, Hampshire. It is thought that
they were placed there by a Royalist
who fought for Charles I. at Cheriton
(1644) and was killed in the rout.
Pray and You Will Receive.
As the family was about to leave
the dinner table little Elsie waa ob-
served with her head bowed and her
hands slasped. "Why, Elsie," aald
her mother, "don’t you know thatV,
dinner Is over?" "Don’t Interrupt me,
please,” replied Elsie. "I'm praying
for another dish of that puddln’."—
Chicago News.
Territory Allotted to Boggero.
Beggars in China are taxed and
have certain dlstrlcte allotted to them
In which to make appeals for charity.
la Laaa Expensive.
It doea not take as much to fend a
woman as a man, the scientists say,
and the average woman does not
•pend as much for her clothes as the
average man. When It comna to their
pleasures the man spends many times
as much as the woman, and altogether
It seems that & wotnah la a lean ex-
pensive oreatura than a man,
For the toko of Shopping.
A few women get so much fun out of
shopping that they really hope the
aftlclee tney really buy woq't laet as
long ae the clerk promises, ao that
they can the sooner repeat tha ex-
perience.
Muskrat tklna.
The muskrat Is the most Important
fur-bearing animal of North America
In one year alone 6,500,000 muskrut^j
skins were put on the market, real*
lilng to the trappers a sum approxi-
mately 1,700,000.
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