Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 31, 1922, Page 8

PAGE EIGHT. The Little INSTAL IN THE STORY WHO's WHO LADY JOHNSO: tenting lodge Point since SIR JOHN band broke mnd escaped CLAUDIA SWIFT, accompanies Lady Johnson and bees PENELOPE GRANT, yellow at th x Drogue of « vis. etess cf the of Mobawks on the Iroquoi @CREECH owL and WATER GNAKE, One'da Indianas, who pleigo themee! to Drogue’s party, cap ture. SAGUENAY, “YELLOW LEAF,” an unpainted Indian who tells also cf Mohawks taking scalps on the West river. THE LITTLE RED FOOT is mark of victims who die fig! bravely. The Oneida maid paints this symbol on her breast, and Drogue’s party adopts the «: o acalps the Mohaw The Saguenay Indian fol as faithful guida, At West they meet the Mohawks and- bat wavagely. The Oneida maid tured and about to be drow the Oneida Indians and Jack Drogue's men counter so bravely the re routed far in the woods. Drogue returns to Summer Ho’ Point to report to the Commandant He sees Pensiope again and kisw knitted for SOHN HOWE: at whose! cabin on the ridge a midnight ren- evous of King’s people is attacke! by Jack Drogue’s patrol. Jack {s| shot. ‘The Oneida prophetess says| he will live. /, CHAMBERS MENT NO, 11. | Red F oot “Where you een, John coming to me and shoulder. are ere in er House that any he north, or 0: he marsh The whole place ts afire.” said 1! en green-coat blueeyed In two real ones, burnt Fish! r a eflence I sald: “Who com és here? I think we ought to/ ve toward Johnstown this night. I t know how many green-coats| ave come to the aga, but it! have been ar detachment hat ts ni ‘s Bush.” | I spoke a Cont! 1 Captain | t came up in| and I gave him his ered an account of ened on the Drowned I bed but told a the Mi He added, hoewever, th . “my report should | But I have Nick nd an Indian, and apprehend be delayed. lope that we must travel; Johnstown, it being my jount of what had without ere can be no danger to use on said I, “but the thought of you here in this fort disturbs At the same time I realized that we both were utterly homeless; and that in Johnstown our shelter must be a tavern, or, if danger threatened,, the fortified jal called Johnstown Fort. ‘You wii: not abandon me, will you. sir?’ she asked, touching my sleeve with pretty confidence of a child “Why, no,” said I st respectable Indian.” {t scandalous for mo to go | thither in your company?" “What else ts there for us to do?’ Then I helped Penelope into the r got in myself and took the ins. Nick and the Saguenay vault- Jack convalescent at Summer) eq into the box and lay down on our House grows to love Penelope who} nije of furs and blankets. remains to nurse him, although| And so we drove out of the stockade Laéy Johson and Claudia have fled. Fire at Fish House warns of Green a onto the Johnstown Road, Pene- lope in a wolf-robe beside me, and Coats and Mohawks advancing. | poth her hands clasped around my left Jack orders Penelope and Nick t0/ arm the fort, es he goes forth to scout|. “Are you a-chillL” I asked. with his Indian. | FIRE AND FEAR. Presently, through the trees, I sit Fish House all afire. | I did not see a living creature near but farther toward the east cl I heard voices and the sound of end axes; and Saguenay my }and dark. “I do not know what alls me,” she murmured, “but—the world is so vast and God ts so far— so far—" BURK! TAVERN . Now, whether it was the wetting I got on Mayficld Creek and the chill T took on the long night’s journey to uff) | “I want you, Penelopo Grant.” erept thither along the bank of nd flooded hollow. It was a war party, and it had ac-| complished @ clean job at Fish House and now they all were coming down | to the flooded hollow and locking! ecross it where lay the short route ‘west to Summer House. I touched Yellow Leaf on the arm, and we wriggled backy out of might. Then, rising, we ned and Pulled foot for our canoe. Now my chiefest anxiety was whether Penelope and Nick had got clean away and were already well on the road to the Mayfield Block House. | It was not yet full dark when, over| my shoulder, I saw a faint rose light! in the north. Summer House was all} afire, end tho infernal light touched ‘us even here, painting features and the padéleblades, and staining e dark water with a prophecy of blood. ' It was long s hailed the picket at the grist drove our canoe it of a lifted 1 Is Nick Stoner All repl safe! Johnstown, or {f my thigh-wound be- came inflamed from that day’s exer- tion at Fish House, Summer House, and Mayfield, 1 do not know for cer- tain. But when at surnrise we drove up to Jimmy Burke’s Tavern in Johns- town, I discovered that I could not move my right leg; and, to my mortl- fication, Nick and my forced to make a swinging chair of their linked hands, and carry me into the tavern. Penelope following for- lornly, her arms full of furs and blankets. f Jimmie Burke was excited. “Is it thrue, sor, that the destruc- tives are on the Sacandaga?” “Yes, it is true. Fish House, Sum- mer House, and Fonda's Bush are in ashes, Jimmy, and your late friend, Sir John, is at Buck Island with a thousand Indians, regulars and Tories, and like to pay us a call before plant- ing time.” “Oh, my God," says Burke, “the ¢ take Sir John an’ the black heart of him av he comes back here to mur- his old neighbor: t was the report I wrote and bed to the Com- and my a, and the delay. H TAnquirea in turn. H “We can lodge} at Jiinmy Burke's Tavern, And there} {s Nick to give us countenance—and Indian were| BARNEY GOOGLE-If Sparky Can Swim in / TARKY, THE SPAKKSH { QB G GONE T Pu { Nice RACE (IN A FEW } BUSINESS | WE Mwsr GET THE \ OFFA Nou = AS You \a The Soar wor<s pain was such that I could not bear | the weight of a linen sheet, and Nick jmade a frame for my bed-covers, like @ tent, so that they should not touch | me. | Dr. Younglove came from the Flatts,—who was surgeon in General Herkimer’s brigade of militia. | He concluded, there was naught to! do save thfit I must lie on my back until my trouble departed of {ts own accord; but he could not say how seon that might be—whether within a @ay or two or as many months, or! more. Penelope had the chamber next to | mine; Nick slept in the little tedroom | on my left; and the Saguenay haunt- ed the kitchen, with a perpetual ap-| petite never damaged by gorging. | A MAID’'S CONFIDENCE. } Penelope was my good nurse again. I turned me on my pillow | and sighed heavily. ‘hn? she inquired in gentle | anxiety, “are you in great, pain?’ | I groaned. } She came to me again and laid her! | cool, soft hand on my head; and 1 jcaught it in both of mine and drew | her down to me. >| “I am a cripple and a deggar for | your kindness, Penelope,” I said. “I ask alms of you. Will you kiss me? “Oh,” she é¢claimed, “you have de- | celved me! Let me go! Loose me in- stant! “Will you kiss me out‘of that char- {ty which you say you practice.” ‘That is not charity!—* “What is begged for is charity.” | “I do not favor charity,” said Pene- | lope. “That is why even though I be| a Grant-Forbes of Northesk and my | ‘father died 2 Scottish clergy, I work- | ed as servant to Douw Fonda, and I hold my kisses dear." “You are a Forbes of Nirthesk?” I asked in surprise. “Like yourself, sir—of "clan and} j name.” ' “T have,” said I, “twe thousand Albany. I wish you to have it if any accident happens to me. + And my glebe in Fonda’s Bush. . . .I shall so write tt in my will.”* j She shok her head slightly, gazing | from the window. “Will you accept?” I asked. “You are so kind to me," she mur- mured, touching my forehead. “You iscover that I am gone away from are so different to other men. There {4s no evil in you.—no ruthlessness. Oh, I know—I know—more than I seem to know—of mei I sat up straight. made you unhapp: angry surprise. Bhe seated herself and looked at me gravely. | “I ike men. had a great fright. it “Tell is, Penelope.”” “t've had it long in my mind. I wished to ask you {f ft lessened me in your esteem. Once. Sir John was drunk, and, finding me alone, he conducted roughly—and followed me | and locked us in my chamber. I was horribly afraid. I had never! | struck any living being before. But I | beat his red face with my hands unt] he became confused and stupid—and thare was blood on him and on me. .| And my kerchief was torn off and my hair all tangled. T beat him | till he dropped my door key, and so| unlocked my door and returned again ‘to him, silent and flaming, and drove him with blows out o' my chamber and: out of the house—all over blood as he was, and stupid and drunk. . His negro man got him on his} horse and rode off, holding him on. | “And none knew—none know, save| Sir John and you and I.” After a silence I said in a controlled voice: “If Sir John comes this way I shall hope not to miss him. Bet shall pray God not to miss this—gen. tleman.” very day brought rumors ve news of disasters in ou: @ neighborhood. 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ER-JES'A MINUTE EDDIE, TILL 1 GROSS SOMETHIN’ OFF THIS PAPER! Jobn, Walter Butler, and Brant had|Johnstown Fort impatiently certain| “Dia I not once forsee a battle in | true?’* | He , : left Buck Island and the Burgoyne| that every man who rode express and|the North? And men in strange unt. pati lca es pire rice f was directing the campaign planned| Who went galloping through the town | fcrms?” letter before I s PARTING. “Yes,” sald I, smiling awey the dis-| “Jimmy Burke's Tavernt!’ shouted a sppointment of a -+vague and micmen-| hoarse voice. ’ tary bope. “Ye're where, me gay galloper!”’ “I think that battle will came Burke's Lantering voice. very soot,” she raid gravely. ‘Ab-h,” retirted the express, After a Uttle silence she turned to|a drink for me and tell me is there a stan’ ” g0; and I followed, scarco knowing| Mr. Drogue iodging here?” eee sind bpameren to Pesaiage why; and took her hand tn the door-| “I still had Peneiopes’ hand in mine! asked cajmly. : said Peneivpe in her strange and wist-| we as in the grip of a vise, so excited was| “Yes, immediately.” ful way, “you shail ‘hear the clear|| “Little propheters,”” sala I, “who|T, when the express came stamping| She cast a glance at my rifle stand- summons on your door very soon—all| promises me what my heart desires, un the stairs. ing in the corner. ‘ and was promised {t; but| too soon for one of us,—for one of us,| will you touch your lips to mine as a) “You are Mr. Drogue, sir.” | The moment of parting was here. It came, and I haunted the| John Drogue.” Ipledge that your prophecy shall come} “I am.” : (Clatinued on Page ine) ‘Twice I read the twisted it to a torch and burhed {t'in the candle flame. Then I called out to the express: “Say to the personage who sent you “fetch | hither that his letter is destroyed, and for the most hated army that ever in-| must bring my marching orders. vaded the Northland. And we learned} “Opportunity,” I repeated sneering- the horrid details of these movements /|lIy, ‘where is she.—for I have not from Thomas Spencer, the Oneida who| seen or heard of that soft-footed jade had just come in from that region,| who, the yeay, comes a-knocking once and whose certain account of how]in a life-time; and thereafter knocks matters were swiftly ‘coming to «| at our docr no more.” “Oh, John Drogue~—John Drogue,’’ happen people into action I was now well enough to take the field with a scout, and I applied for| no ord