The evening world. Newspaper, April 15, 1922, Page 14

i \ young Magenta js out of ‘he pen?” “Yes, the young whelp. 1 Baid he was no good, when he used to ‘work here, and"— “What's become of him?" “He had the nerve to When he got out, looking for a job; suppose he wanted the to mash up a few of my machines too! I hear he's got a job wipi the K. N. roundhouse, fa slow since these dirty Prohibitio! “Well,” said Dor, Moseying along, John.” always come here chancet & at ay, Don, things you went, what with gitators campaigning for "I must be HREKE several men of hurried manner and rough natures threw Dorgan out of three various to t roundhouse, as one who was but a "bo secking a warm place to dos tut he sneaked in on the tender of a locomotive, and saw Polo Magenta @t work, wiping brass—or 4 wraith of Polo Magenta. Ue was thin, his eyes large and passionate, He took one look at Dorgan, leaped to mect him. entrances and “Dad—thunder—you know how Food it is for sore eyes to sée you, you old son of a un,” “Sure! Well, boy, how's it com- ing?” “Rotten. “well? “Oh, the old stuff. Keepin’ the wen derin’-boy-to-night wanderin’. The warden gives me good advice, and I thinks I've paid for bein’ a fool kid, and I pikes back to Lite Hell with two bucks and lots of good inten tions and—they seen me coming, The crooks was the only ones that wel- comed me. McManus offered me a Job, plain and fancy driving for guns. I turned it’down amd looks for decent work, which it didn’t look for me none. There's a new cop on your old beat. Helpin’ Hand Henry, he is. He gets me up and tells me the surprisin’ news that I'm a desprit young jail- bird, and he!s onto me—see; and if I ehokes any old women or beats up any babes in arms, he'll be there with WHO'S WHO I JACK DROGUE, of discarded title, marching with the Continental Army as Lieutenant under COLONEL DAYTON, who has ordered Jack to place under arrest LADY JOHNS Point since SIR JOHN, her rank Royalist husb: and escaped on the Sacandaga CLAUDIA SWIFT accompanies L PENELOPE GRANT, yellow hai , Tetiring in the lodge. Penelope tells Jack Drogue of a vision of a white shape Her Scottish second sight impresses hovering over him at war. Jack as he sets forth with NICK STONER, good friend’ and able ranger, on the trail of the Sacandaga—after Sir John. TAHIONI, an Oneida warrior, is THIOHERO, “THE RIVER RE warns of Mohawks on the lroquois Trail. SCREECH OWL and WATER SNAKE, Oneida Indians, who pledge themselves to Drogue's part SAGUENAY, “YELLOW LEAF, of Mohawks taking scalps on ‘THE LITTLE RED FOOT is the bravely. The Oneida maid paints this symbol on her breast, and Drogue’s party adopts the symbol to avenge the scalps the Mohawks have taken. The Saguenay Indian follows J River they meet the Mohawks and battle savagely. captured znd about to be drowned Drogue’s men counter so bravely woods. Commandant u of King’s people is attacked by Jack Oneida propheiess says he will live. Jack, convalescent at Summer House, grows to love Penelope, who re- mains to nurse him, although |_ady Jc Fish House warns of Green Cuats and Mohawks advancing Penelope and Nici to the fort, as he Penelope rides with Jack, Nick Stoner, and the Indian to Johnstown. She cares for Jach, who is ill for weeks’ at Jimmie Burke's re until orders come to take command, Bef his love and proposes marriage to P BACK ON THE TRAIL. UDDENLY, in the purple dusk, three Indians rose up and barred my way. And I saw, with joy, my three Oneidas. So deeply the encounter affected me that I could scarce speak as I pressed their extended hands, one after an- other, and felt their eager, caressing ouch on my arms and shoulders. “Brother,” they said, ‘‘we are happy to be chosen for the scout undes your command. We are contented to have you with us again."’ “Come, then,” said I in a shaky voice, ‘we People of the Rock must march on the Gates of Sunset. If my fate lies there, why then J am due to Lieut. Drogue returns to Summer House Point to report to the He sees Penelope again and kisses her when she offers woolen sox she has knitted for his men. John Howell, Tory, at whose cabin on the ridge a midnight rendezvous c Kugler saw Effie cuddled beside he r lover on the running board of Polo's machine. the nippers—see; so I better quit my “Ain't seen her yet. career of murder, 1 cot # letter from her that's the real “I gets a job over in Milldale, driv- fure stuff—says she'll stick by me till ing a motor-truck and he tips ‘em off her dad croaks, and then come to me I'm a forger and an arson and I dun- if it's through fire. I got it here—it no what all, and they lets me out— keeps me from going nutty. And a wit’ some more good advice. Same picture postcard of her. You see, I planned to nip in and see her before her old man knew of the a Me oa wit’ other jobs."" “Kitle?” I was out SSS hioni washed their lifeless visages and laid them on their backs, there, to my hot indignation, I beheld young ‘Thomas Hare, brother to Lieut. Henry Hare and to Capt. James Hare of the Indian Service. 1 know not how it chanced that I erred in my scouting and lost direc- tion, but on the tenth day of August my Indians and I came out into a grassy place where trees grew thinly. The first thing 1 saw was an In- dian, hanging by the heels from a tree. And everywhere we beheld evi- dences of the Oriska combat, for here lay a sofdier's empty knapsack, and yonder a vagged shirt, and there a rusting tin cup, and here a boot all bloody and slit to the toe: And now, looking about me, I sud- denly comprehended that we were in a most perilous region and must pro- ceed with every caution, for in this forest Brant's Iroquois must be roam - ing everywhere in the rear of the troops which had invested Stanwix. My Oneidas understood this without explanation from me; and they and.1 also became further alarmed when, suddenly Thionero touched my arm ~caught my sleeve convulsively. “OQ my white Captain!” she stam- mered, clinging to me in her excite~ ment, “here is the place! Here is the place I saw in my vision! Here I saw strange uniforms and cannon smoke —and a strange white shape—and you —O Hahyion—my Captain! I looked around me, suddenly chilled and shivering in spite of the heat of a summer afternoon. But I perceived THE STORY: hunting lodge at Summer House and, broke parole, enlisted Indians Trail. ady Johnson and’ begs red Scotch girl, to remain at the et in the woods. ,”’ the prophetess of the Oneidas, ‘capture an unpainted Indian who tells also the West River. mark of victims who die fighting jack as a faithful guide. At West The Oneida maid is when the Oneida Indians and Jack he Mohawks are routed far in the Drogue’s patrol. Jack is shot. The t nobody except my Oneidus. Below I ohnson and Claudia have fled, Vire at could see the new road curving Jack orders sharply to the eastward. But nobody goes forth to scout with his Indian. moved down there; there was not a sound to be heard, not a movement in the forest. All around us was still as death. The road appeared to end abruptly just around the curve. I stood peering down at {t where it seemed to stop short against the green and tangled barrier of the woods which block it like a living abattis— God! It was an abbatis!—a mask! ‘ore he shoulders his rifle, Jack vows enelope. die in that place!— ,.. Make ready, Oneidas!"" HESSIANS. Then, when all had completed paint- ing the Little Red Foot on their bel- lies, I stepped swiftly ahead of them and turned northwest “March,"’ I said in u low voice, That night we lay near an olg trail which I knew ran to Otsego, And on this trail, early the follow- ing morning, we encountered two men whom my Indians, instead of taking as they should have done, instantly shot down. Which betrayed their in- experience in war; and I rated them As I realized this I saw a man ina strange, dutlandish uniform run out from the green and living barrier, look up at me where I stood in the juniper, shout out something in Ger- -man, Then I came to my senses, clapped my rifle to my cheek and fired “Hessian chasseurs!" I exclaimed. roundly. “These troops can be no other than The two dead men were blue-eyed the filthy Germans hired by King Indians in all the horror of thelr George to come here and cut our shameful paint and forest @. throats!" I knew one of them, for win Ta- “Those men wear the uniform | saw own bars, and to not have the your cell or your work. it is now. what they though, wateh what a big thing the love of a lonely | | | But say, Dad, | | | Rober hoosgow, you ubout but this cop I was tellin’ wises up Kugler, and he sits on the doorstep with the revolu- tionury musket loaded up with horse shoes and cobblestones, and so~-xet me? but 1 gets a letter through tr her by one of the boys.” “Well, what are you going to do?” “Search me There ain't nobody to put us guys next, since you rot off the beat, Dad. “LT ain't off it! Will you do What 1 tell you to?" “Sure " 7 “Then listen: You got to start in right here in Northernapolis, like you're doing, and build up again They didn't sentence you to three years but to six—three of ‘em ‘+ wetting folks to trust you again, [1 ain't fair, but it is. See? You lusted there baeause the bars kep’ you in Are you man enough to make your rem wished nto you You know how it is in pen’—you can't pick and choose That's how got to start in with mu will, boy, ou al You hand you. hme Oh, love you, and we'll you know and pu. do pid man like me, without no kids of Where, an Did It Dis Read The ‘*Y”’ That Vanished | By HOLMAN DAY ’ Mlustrated By WILL B. JOHNSTONE | Land Stealing — Action— Love in | | | | | A Complete Novelette in LOS T! 10,000 Acres of Land! | THE EVENING WORLD FICTION SUPPLEMENT EVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, APRIL 15, 1922. his own, is? You we If you fail, it'll kill me. "t kill me?" sten: I'm middlin’ well off, savin's and Then J te ull pension We'll wo partners in a@ fine little gar- ‘ nd John MeManus—he's run him out of Hut you got to be prepared nd we'll and that's the har in do.’ Will you?" est thing you get through here, meet that hallway behint Mailins’ fl so ke boy.” - Dad." HEN Polo came to him, in ie hallway behind Mul- lins' Casino, Dorgan de- nand 1 been think- i ive you seen old Kugler?” Ain't dared to lay an eye on-him, D: Trouble enough without stir- vin’ up more. Gettin’ diplomat) i been thinking, Sometimes the nest diplomatic thing a guy ean do is te t to the point and surprise > rig on.” could not lest know with what be apprehended betore Polo agony he his work was done Dorgan came out flickering of Minis Place and openly proce into the comparative to Kugler’s delicatessen shop. They came into Kugler's shop, without d How 3) | appear * the Great Woods | NEXT SATURDAY we coryRnicnTr in my vision of this place!” whispered Thiohero, quietly reloading her rifle. “T think that this is truly your battle, my Captain.” Then, as her prophecy of cannon came into my mind, there was a blind- ing flash from that green barrier be- low; a yast cloud blotted it from view; the fine beside which I stood shivered as though thunder-smitten; and the entire top crashed down upon us, burying us all in lashing, writhing branches. So stunned und stupified was I that I lay for an instant without motion, my ears still deafened by that clap of thunder. But now I floundered to my feet amid the pine-top's debris; around me rose my terrified Oneidas, nearly par- alyzed with fright “Come,” said I, “we should pull foot ere they blow us into pieces with thelr damned artillery.” Then I saw them all creeping like weascls from under the green debris. The pine beside shivered as though which 1 thunder: stood mitten, Ww, Chem 922. BELL SYNDIGATE.iNc. “Hasten," I muttered, “for we shall have all the Iroquois in North Amer- icu on our backs in another moment As we started to retreat, the Ger- mans emptied their muskets after us. As I jogged on at the heels of m5 Indians, still dazed and shaken by the deadly surprise of it all, I saw Thio- hero, who was some little distance in feont of me, reel sideways as though out o’ breath, and stand still near a beech tree, holding her scarlet blanket against her body When i came up to leaning against the tree. “Hahyion—Royaneh!" “this was your battle. now—it is over shall live! “Are you exhaus demanded, drawing n her she was she panted, And and you’ ster?” I ‘Are you Polo and Effie, still separated by hands clased acro: ley or trembling: and Dorgan's face was impassive, as befits a patrolman, as he thrust open the door and bel- lowed “Evenin'!" at the horrified old hurt"— “Listen—my brother and—my Cap- tain!” she hurst out tbreathlessly “This was the battle of my vision! — the strange uniforms—the cannon- cloud—the whitgshape! Isaw it near you where—where you stood in the cannon smoke!—a shape like mist at sunrise Hathee! It was the face and shape of the Caugh- nawaga girl! It was Yellow Hale who floated there besfde you in the cannon smoke!—coyered to her eyes in white and flowers’ The Little Maid of Askalege clutched her gay blanket closer to her breast and began to sway gently on her feet. “My Captaim—I scalute! 1 as one—dying,” “she gasped closed her ey: A CAPTAIN'S COMMISSION. N the evening of the 15th of O August the Commandant of Johnstown Fort stood aghast see a forest-running ragamuffin and three scarecrow Indians stagger into headquarters at the jail. “Gad-a-mercy!" says he as T offered tho salute, ‘is it you, Mr. Drogue!"" I wus past all speech, for we had wolf-jogged all the way up from the river, but from my rags I fished out my filthy papers and thrust them at him. * Then, at the Commandant's request, I gave a verbal account of my scout, and reminded him of my instructions, which were to report at Saratoga. But he merly shuffled my papers together and smiled, saying that he would attend to that matter, and that there were new orders lately arrived for me, and a sheafyof Jetters, among which two had been sent in with a flag and seals broken. Within the packet were two papers. One was a Captain's commission in the Continental Line, and my own name was writ upon it. The other missive was from Pene- lope Grant. “You should not think harshly of me, Jack Drogue, if you return and discover that I am gone away from Johnstown. “Douw Fonda is returned to Caya- dutta Lodge. He has now sent a car- riage for to fetch me. It is waiting while I write. I can not refuse him. “If you desire to know my mind concerning you—come to me. “PENELOPE GRANT.” speak as she TO CAYADUTTA LODGE. OWN the steep hill I rode, care- ful of loose stone, and so came to the river and to Caughnawaga. All was peaceful and still in, the noonday sunshine. t When present T espled Douw Fon- , their eyes met in utter frankni the chill marble counter, with their Jewish scholar and the yearning maid fired at the sight of her lover, Don Dorgan laid his hands on the counter and spoke, ry da’s great mansion of stone, | saw nobody on rising from front door © porch, and no smoke the chimneys, yet the stood open. When I made inquiry for Penelope, I found that she was within. The black wench took my mare and whistled shrilly for a slave to come and hold the horse, But I had alrfady mounted the stoop and entered the silent house id now I perceiyed Penelope knitting. She seemed very white when L went to her and drew her into my embrace; and she rested her cheek against my shoulder and took closé hold. of my two arms, but uttered not a word, For a space she wept, but present- ly stanched her tears with her laced apron's edge, like a child at school. And when I made her look upon me she smiled though she still ‘reathed sobbingly, and her lips still quivered as I kissed her. We sat close together there In the golden gloom. She remained very. still when she learned what the Little Mald of Aska- lege had seen there beside me in the cannon-cloud. For Penelope had seen the same white shape. “Was it 1?” she whispered in an awed voice. “Was it truly I that the Onelda virgin saw “She saw you all in white and flow- ers, floating there near me like mist at sunris “She told you it was 1?" “Dying, she so told me. And, ‘Yel- low Hair,’ she gasped, ‘is quite a witch!’ And then she died between my arms.”’ “I am no witch," she whispered. “Nor was the Little Maid of Aska- lege. Both of you, I think, saw at times things that perceive until they happen—the shadow of events to come.’ After a. silenoe: was “Have you, per- haps, discovered other shadows since we last met, Penelope?" “Yes; shadows “‘What coming event cast them?" After a long pause: “Will it make his mind more tranquil if I tell him?" she murmured to herself; and I saw her dark eyes fixed absently on the dusty ray of sunlight slanting athwart the room. Then she looked up at me; blushed to her hair: “I saw children—with yellow hair—and your eyes". “With your hair!"* “And your eyes—John Drogue— John Drogue’’——- The stillness of Paradise grew all we others cannot, mn “Kugler,” said he, “you're ging to se if you don’t T'll wreck the wo: You've spoiled four lives, You've made this bov a erim- inal, forbidding him a good, tine love, listen to me, bi ind now, you're planning to keep him one. You've kilt Effie the sume way look at the longing in the poor little pigeon's face! You've made me arf unhappy old man. You've made yourself, that's meanin’ to ba goo! and decent, unhappy by a row with your own flesh and blood. Some sad I been off me nut, Kug en out beyont, whe r, but I know they under- nd everything and forgive every=- thing— and I've learnt that it's harder to be bad than to be good, that you b workin arder to make us all unhappy than you could of to mak is all happy." Dorgan's gaunt, shabby bigness eemed to swell and fill the shop; his voice boomed and his eyes glowed with a will unassailable The tyrant Kugler was wordless; and he listened with respect as Dor- gan went on more gently “You're a godly man among the sinners, but that's made you think you must always be right. Are your willing to kill us all just to prove you can’t never be wrong? Man, man, that's a fiendish thing to do. And oh, how much easier it would be td give + oncet, and let this poor cot boy creep home to the warmness that he do be longing so for, with the bliz- zard bitter and every Look—look. € around him, man’s hand him at them poor, good children!" agin’ Kugler looked and he beheld Polo and Effie—still separated by the chili marble counter—with their han 1 across it, their eyes met in nkness. said Kugler wistfully the counter, Volo's arms, moaning: ‘'My poor boy that was hurt so! I'll make it righ So!" Dorgan “Weil, I must be back on me beat the asylum. will be me regular beat now.’ je was around said rolman at I guess that Copyright. All rights reserved Printed by arrangement with Metropolitay Newspaper Service, New York. We could not die—we two who stood - until 2) Around us, filling my soul with a great and heavenly silenc here so closely clasped this vision had been fulfilled AFTERMATH. - eo KNOW not it shall be with | me and mine! In this year of our Lord, 1782, in which I write, here in the casemates at West Point, the war rages throughout the land, and there seem no end to it, nor none likely that I can see That horrid treason which, through God's mercy, did not utterly confound us and deliver this fortress to our enemy, still seems to brood over this calm river and the frowning hills that buttress it, like a low, dark cloud. But I believe, under God, that our cause is now clean purged of all vil- lainy, and all that is sordid, base, and contemptible. I believe, under God, that we shall accomplish our freedom. For us, the last king has sat upén a throne; the last privilege has been accorded to the last and noble dron the last slave's tax has long been paide Well, we are here in the Highl my sweetheart-wife and»I. who now wear the regimentals @ a Jontinental Colonel, and have a regi- ment as pretty as ever I see—thoagn it be not overstrong in numbers, Below us His Excellency, calm, im- perturbable, holds in his hand our destinies, juggling now with Sip Henry Clinton, now with Lord Co wallis, ‘as sults his temper and purpose. The traitor, Arnold, ravages where he may; the traitor, Lee, sulks in re- treat; and Conway has confessed his shame; and the unhappy braggart, jates, now mourns his laurels, wears his willows, and sits alone, a broken and preposterous man. ‘- I think no day passes but I thank God for my Lord Stirling, for our wise Generals Greene and Knox and Wayne, for the gallant young Mar- quis, so loved and trusted by His Ex- cellency. ’ ‘ But war is long—oh, long and wearying!—and a dismal’ and vexing business for the most I being in garrison at this fortress, which is the keystone of our very liberties, find that, in barracks as in the field, every hour brings its anxi- eties and its harassing duties. 7 Yet, thank God, I have some hours of leisure Penelope and | have leased a pretty cottage within works—and our two children seerl wondrous healthy and content, Both have yellow hair,” c THE END, (Copyright, 1922, ‘The Bell Syndicate, tne, how