The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 26, 1902, Page 1

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The pictures show | ““’n“{-n“d for ‘“fhe ntle- tion when you cam get the | | Virginia Harnea as Alice Rous- x man From Indiana,” “When same novel complete in two | sillon and Henry Miller's pop- Knighthood Was in Flower,” issues of The Sunday Call? ‘ | mlar leading man, William 1 “The Turnpike House,” “Taint- Why do you go to a book store | | Courteley, as Licutenant Bev- ed Love,” ete., ete. and pay a doliar and a hailf for | erly. | It is an extraordinary list. & book that is published in ! Hence, by getting last Sun- 4 | Stunay it | - < - 4 (Copyright, 1900, by The Bowen-Merrill Co.) for him to give the information demand- shooling deer in the woods together, as ed by Hamilton. He choked and stam- if they had always been the best of EANTIME down at the fort mered, but finally managed to say: friends. Hamilton was demanding the “I assure you that I don’t know—I Hamilton did not permit his savage al- flag. He had seen Alice take didn’t look—I didn’t see. 1t was too far lies to enter the town, and he immediate- was lowered officially Rl;ld ake him away. Keep him securely- they did with apparent )\eanine'ssv,v ac]; would be turned over to him. Now he bound,” said Hamilton. “Confine him. wanted to handle it as (he best token of his bloodless but important victory. “I didn’t order the flag down until after I had accepted your terms,” said Helm, “and when my man started to obey, we saw 2 young lady snatch it and run away with iL.” h 1L Who was the girl?”’ = d t inform on women,” said Helm. do Hamilion smiled grimly, with a_vexed look in his eyes, then turned to Captain Farnsworth and ordered him to bring up M. Roussilion, who, when he appeared, still had s hands tied together. “Tell me the name of the young woman who carried away the flag from the fort. saw her; you know every soul in this town. Who was it, sir?”’ question for M. Rous- 1 to answer. - Although his humiliat- ing captivity had somewhat cowed him, stiil his love for Alice made it impossible It was a hard We'll see how long it will take to refresh his miad. We'll puncture the big wind- bag. While this curt scene was passing, the flag of Great Britain rose over the fort to the lusty cheering of the victorious soldiers. Hamilton treated Helm and Beverley with extreme courtesy, He was a sol- dier, gruff, unscrupulous and cruel to a degree; but he could not help admiring ihe daring behavior of these two officers who had wrung from him the best terms of surrender. He gave them full liberty, on parole of honor not to attempt escaps or to aid in any way an enemy againet him while they were prisoners. Nor was it long before Helm’s genial and seciable disposition won the English- man’s respect and confidence to such an extent that the two became almost in. separable companions, playing cards, brewing toddies, telling stories, .and even savesM. Roussillon, who was kept in close confinement and bound like a felon, chaf- ing lugubriously and wearing the air of a martyr. His prison was a little log pen in one corner of the stockade, much open to the weather, its gaping cracks giving him a dreary view of the frozen land- scape through which the Wabash flowed in a broad steel-gray current. Helm, who really liked him, tried in vain to procure his release; but Hamilton was inexorable on account of what he regarded as du- plicity in M. Roussillon's conduct. “No; I'll let him reflect,” -he. said; “‘there’s nothing like a little tyranny to break up a bad case of self-importance. He'll soon find out that he has overrated himself.” CHAPTER X. M. ROUSSILLON ENTERTAINS COL- ONEL HAMILTON. A day or two after the arrival of Ham- iiton the absent garrison of buffalo hunt- ers straggled back to Vincennes and were duly sworn to demean themsslves as law- ful subjects of Great Britain. Rene de Ronville was among the first to take the oath, and it promptly followed that Ham- ilton ordered him pressed Into service as a wood-chopper and log-hauler during the erection of a new blockhouse, large bar- racks and the making of some extensive repairs of the stockade. Nothing could have been more humiliating to the proud Yyoung Frenchman. Every day he had to report bright and early to a burly Irish ccrporal and be ordered about, as if he had been a slave, cursed at, threatened and forced to work until his hands were blistered and his muscles sore. The bit- terest part of it all was that he had to trudge past both Roussillon place and the Bourcier cabin with the eyes of Alice and Adrienne upon him Hamilton did not forget M. Roussillon in this connection. The giant found himself face to face with a g trial even than Rene's. fle was « told by the English commander that he could choose between death and telling w it was that stole the fag. 11 have you shot, sir. to-morrow morning if you prevaricate about this thing any longer,” said Hamilton, wigh a right deadly strain in his voice. “You told me that you knew every man, wo- man and child in Vincennes at s I know that you saw that girl take the flag—lying does not serve your turn. [ give you until this evening to tell me who she is; if you fail, you die at sun- rise to-morrow.” In fact, if may be that Hamiiton did not really purpose to carry cut this biood- thirsty threat; most probably he relied upon M. Roussillon's imagination to tor- ture him sufficiently; but the effect, as time proved, could not be accurately fore- seen. Captain Farnsworth had energy enough for & dozen ordinary. men. - Before he had been in Vincennes twelvé hours he had seen every nook and corner of its sur- face. Nor was his activity due altogether te military ardor, although he never let pass an opportunity to serve the best in- terests of his commander; all the while his mind was on tne strikingly beautiful girl whose saucy countenance had so daz- from the roof-top of the fort, Fhat time she wrenched away the rebel ag. “I'll find her, high or low,” he thought, “for I never could fail to recognize that face. She's a trump.” It was not in Alice’s nature to hide f.om the ‘English. They had held the town and fort before Helm came, and she Lad not found them troublesome under Abbott. She did not know that M. Rous- gillon was a prisoner, the family taking it for granted that he had gone away to avoid the English. Nor was she aware that Hamilton felt so keenly the disap- pearance of the flag. What she did know, and it gladdened her greatly, was that Beverley had been well treated by his captor. With this in her heart she went about Roussillon place singing merry snatches of creole songs; and when at the gate, which still hung lop-sided on account of Beverley's force in shutting it, she came unexpectedly face to face with Captain Farnsworth, there «vas no great surprise on her part. He lifted his hat and bowed very po- litely; but a bold smile broke over his somewhat ruddy face. He spoke in French, but in a drawling tone and with & bad accent: “How do you do, mademoiselle? I am right glad to see you again.” Alice drew back a pace or two. She was quick to understand his allusion, and t she ‘shrank from him, fearing that he . ‘was going t@ inquire about the flag. This Paper not to be taken from | the Library.++++ “Don’t be afrald,” he laughed. *“T am not so dangerous. I never did hurt a girl in all my life. In fas I am fond of afraid,” she re- plied, assuming an air of absolute dis- missal, “and you don't look a bit fero- cious, Monsieur. You may pass on, if you pleas He flushed and bit his lip, probably to keep back some hasty retort, and thought rapidly for a moment. She looked straight at him with eyes that stirred and daz- zled him. He w handsome in a coarse way, like a fine young animal, well groomed, well fed. magnetic, forceful; but his boldness, being of a sort to which she had not been accustomed, disturbed her vaguely and strangely. 2 “Suppose that I don't pass on?” he presently ventured, with just a suspicion of insolence in his attitude. but laughing until' he showed teeth remarkable beauty and whiteness. ippose that L should wish to haye a le chat with you, Mademoiselle?” “I have been told that there are men in the world who think themselves handsome, and clever, and brilliant, when in fact they are but conceited simple- tons,” she remarked, rather indifferently. mufling herself in her fur wrap. “You certainly would be a fairly good hitch- ing post for our horses if you -never moved.” Then she laughéd out of the depth of her hood, a perfectly merry laugh, but not in the least flattering to Captain Farnsworth’s vanity. He felt the scorn that it conveyed His face grew redder, while a flash from hers made him wish that he had been more gracious in his deportment. Here, to his surprise, was not a mere creole girl of the wild frontier. Her" superiority struck him with the force of a captivating revelation, under the light of which he blinked and winced. She laid a shapely hand on the broken gate and pushed it open. “I beg your pardon, Mademoiselle”; his manner softened as he spoke; ““I beg your pardon; but I came to speak to you about the flag—the flag you took away from the fort.” She had been half expecting this; but she was quite unprepared, and In spite of all she could do showed embarrass- ent. M have come to get the flag: if you will kindly bring it to me, or tell me where it is T—" She quickly found words to Interrupt him with, and at the same time by a great effort pulled herself together. “You have come to the yrong place,” she flung in. “I assure you that I haven’t the flag.” “You took it down, Mademoliselle.” “Oh, did 17" “With bewitching grace you did, Mad- emoiselle. I saw and admired. Will you fetch it, please?"”’ “Indeed I won't."” The finality in her voice beiled her face, ‘which beamed without a ray of stubborn- ness or perversity. He did not know how to interpret her; but he felt that he had 1 rvo NOT FEAR FATHRER begun wrong. He half regretted that he had begun at all More depends upon returning the flag than you are probably aware of,” he pres- ently said in a more serious tone. “In fact, the life of one of your townsmen, and 'a person of some importance here [ belleve, will surely be saved by it. You'd better ' consider. Mademoiselle. You wouldn't like to cause the death of ‘a man.” She did not fairly grasp the purport of his words; yet the change in his manner, and the fact that he turned from' French English in making the statement, aroused a sudden feeling of dread or dark apprehension in her breast. The first dis- tinct thought-was of Beverley—that some deadly danger threatened him. Who is it?” she frankly asked. or, the big man of your town, Monsieur Roussillon, T think calls himself. He's got himself into a tight place. "He'll be shot to-morrow morning if that flag is not produced. Gov- ernor Hamilton has so ordered, and what he orders is done “You jest, Monsieur."” ‘I assure-you that I speak the plain truth.” “You . will probably catch Monsieur Roussillon before you shoot him.” She tossed her head. He is already a prisoner in the fort."” Alice turned pale. “Monsieur, is this lost its happy tone. that to—" ou can verify it, Mademolselle, by calling upon the commander at the fort. I am sorry that you doubt my veracity 1f you will go with me I will show you M. Roussillon a tightly bound prisoner.” Jean had crept out of gate and was standing just behind Alice with his feet wide apart, his long chin elevated, his head. resting far back between his u thrust shouiders, his hands in his pock- ets, his uncanny eyes gazing steadily at Farnsworth. He looked like a deformed frog ready to jump. Alice unmistakably saw truth in the captain’s countenance and feit it in his voice. The reality came to her with un- hindered effect. M. Roussilion’s life de- pended upon the return of the flag. She put her hands together and for a moment covered her eyes with them. “I will go now, mademoiselle,” sald Farnsworth, “but T hope you will be in great haste about returning the flag.” He stood looking at her. He was pro- foundly touched and felt that to say more would be too brutal even for coarse nature; so he stmply lifted his hat and went away. Jean took hold of Alice’s dress as she turned to #o back into-the house. “Is he going to take the flag? Can he find it? . What does he want with it? What did you do with the flag. Alice?” he whined, in his pecullar, quavering voice. “Where is it?” Her skirt dragged him along as she walked. {“Where did you put it, Alice?™ “Father Beret hid it under his floor,” true?” Her voice had re you telling me