The
Plains of
Abraham
By
James Oliver Curwood
by Doubled? Doran Co IhO,
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THE STORY
With hit Enitllsh wife, Cather
Ine, and ion, Jeems, Henry Bu
lain, French settler in Canada In
1741. cultivate a farm adjacent
to the Tonteur aelgneurie. Aa the
itory opena the Bulaina nr re
turning from a visit to the Ton
teura. Catherlne'a wandering
brother, Ilepslbah, meeta them
with presents for the family. To
Jeems h arives a pistol, bidding
him perfect himself in marksman
ship. Ilepslbah fears for the
safety of tha Bulalns In their
isolated position. Jeems fights
with Paul Tache, cousin of Tol
nette Tonteur, whom they both
adore. Kelt day Jeema calls at
tha Tonteur home and apologises
for brawling In front of Tolnette,
The Tonteurs so to Quebec. Four
years pass. War between Brit
ain and France flames. Jeems re
turns from a hunt to find his
home burned and hit father and
mother slain.
CHAPTER V Continued
10
As softly as the light, without a
ob or cry, Jeems knelt beside hlra.
He ipoke his father's name, yet knew
that no answer would rise from the
lifeless lips. Fie repeated It in an
unexcltable way as his hands clutched
at the silent form. The starlight left
nothing nnrevealed; his father dead,
his white Hps twisted, his hands
clenched at his side, the top of his
head naked and bleeding from the
scalping knife, Jeems slr-mr. down.
He may have spoken again. lie may
hare sobbed. But the thine like death
that was creeping over him. Its dark
ness and vastness, hid him from him
self. He remained beside his father,
as motionless and as still. Odd
crouched near. After a little, an Inch
at a time, he crept to the dead man.
He muzzled the hands that were grow
ing cold, ne licked Jeems' face where
It had fallen against his father's shoul
der. Then he was motionless again,
his eyes seeking about him like balls
of living flame. Death was In the air.
He was breathing It He was hear
ing It. At last, irresistibly Cupelled
to answer the spirit of death, he sat
back on his haunches and howled. It
was not Odd s howl any more than It
had been Jeems voice speaking to his
father a few moments before. It was
a ghostly sound that seemed to quiet
even the whispering of the leaves, an
unearthly and shivering cry that sent
echoes over the clearing, with grief
for company.
It was this which brought Jeems out
of the depths Into which he had fallen.
He raised his head and saw his father
nsaln, and swayed to his feet.- He be
pan seeking. Cloe by, nenr the pile
of apples which fhe had helped him
gather from under their trees on the
slope, he found his mother. She, too,
lay with her face to the sky. The little
that was left of her unbound hair lay
scattered on the earth. Her gloriou-t
beauty was gone. Starlight, caress
ing her gently, revealed to her boy the
hldeousness of her end. There, over
her body, Jeems' heart broke. Odd
guarded faithfully, listening to a grief
that twisted at his brute soul. Then
fell greater silence. Through long
hours the burning logs settled down
Into flattened masses of dying em
bers. The darkness came which pre
cedes the day, and after that, dawn.
Jeems rose to face his blasted world.
He was no longer a youth but a living
thing aged hjf an eternity that hod
passed. It was Odd who led him lu
the quest for Ilepslbah Adams. He
sought l'k one half blind and yet
sensed everything. II saw the tram
pled gra the moccasin-beaten earth
at tt "?rlng, a hatchet lost In the
Digit. n4 on the hatchet an English
naraii Wt he did not find his uncle.
I the ixme gray dawn, stirring with
the fir-,? of birds and the play of
sqttrrk eraong the trees, he set out
for Vor'ear manor.
He ctrled the hatchet, clutching It
as If the wood his fingers gripped held
Ufa which might escape him. lie
cauna of this hatchet there grew In
him a "low and terrible thought that
had the strength of a chain. The
weapon, with its short hickory handle,
Its worn Iron blade, Its battered head,
might have been flesh mid blood cap
able of receiving pain or of giving up
a secret, so tenacious was the hold of
his bund about it. Hut he did not
see the iron or wood. He mw only
tha name which told him that the
Kngllsh had come with their Indians,
or had sent them, as his uncle bad so
often said they would. The English.
Not the French. The English.
And he' held' the hatchet as If It
were an English throat.
But he was not thinking that. The
part of him conscious of the net was
working unknown to the rucullles
which made him move and see. IIU
thoughts were Imprisoned within
tone walls, and around these walls
thoy beat idd trampled themxclveA, al
ways) alllr, telling hlra the name
things, until their repetition became
droning In his bruin. Ills mother was
dead -back there. Ills father was
dead. Indians with English hatchets
had killed them, and ho must carry
the word to Tonteur.
Thought which had been wrecked
and beaten until now possessed him
with a flame behind it that began to
burn fiercely but which seemed to give
no heat or excitement to his flesh.
Only his eyes changed, until they were
those of a savage, flinty in their hard
ness and without depth In which one
might read his emotions. His face
was white and passionless, with lines
caught and etched upon It as If In
bloodless stone. He looked at the
hatchet again, and Odd heard the
gasp which came from his lips. The
hatchet was a voice telling him things
and gloating In the story it had to
telu It made him think more clearly
and pressed on him an urge for cau
tion. As he drew nearer to Tonteau
manor, the Instincts of self-preservation
awoke In him. They did not
make hlra leave the open trail or
travel less swiftly, but his senses be
came keener, and unconsciously he be
gan to prepare himself for the physical
act of vengeance.
To reach Tonteur was the first ob
ligation In the performance of this
act. Tonteur still had a few men who
had not gone with Pieskau, and as
Jeems recalled the firing of guns, a
picture painted Itself before his eyes.
The murderers of his father and
mother had swung eastward from For
bidden valley, and the seigneur, warned
by Hepslbah's fire, hod met them with
loaded muskets. He had faith In Ton-
It Made Him Think More Clearly
and Pressed on Him an Urge for
Caution.
teur and did not question what had
happened In the bottom lands. Before
this no doubt had crossed his mind as
to Hepslbah's fate. The English
hatchets had caught him, somewhere,
or he would have come during the
long night when he and Odd had
watched alone with death. But now a
forlorn and scarcely living hope be
gan to rise In his breast as he came to
Tonteur's hill an unreasoning thought
that something might have driven his
Uncle Hepsibuh to the Richelieu, a
hope that, after lighting his signal
fire, he had hurried to the manor with
the expectation of finding his people
there. Ills father must have seen
llep.sibnh's warning across Forbidden
valley, and had waited, di-lHievlrig,
while death traveh-d with the shade
of night through the lowlands.
He might see Ilepslbah, In a mo
ment, coming over the li ill. . . .
Ilepslbah, and the baron, and men
with gum. . . .
Even Odd seemed to be expecting
this as they sped through the last oak
open and climbed the chestnut ridge.
Beyond were the thick edging of crim
son sumac, a path breaking through
If, and the knob of the hill where they
had always paused to gaze over the
wonderland which had been given by
the king of France to the stalwart
vassal Tonteur.
Jeems emerged at this point, and
the spark which had grown In his
breast was engulfed by sudden black
ness. There was no longer a Tonteur
manor. There were no buildings but
one. The great manor house was
gone. The loopholed church wa's gone.
The farmers' cottages beyond the
meadows and fields were gone. All
that remained was the stone gristmill,
with the big wind wheel turning slowly
at the top of it and making a whining
sound that came to him faintly through
the distance.
Jeems, looking down, saw In the
drifting veil of smoke a shroud that
covered death. For the first time he
forgot bis father and mother. He
thought of some one be bad known
and loved a long time ago. Tolnette.
As he had stood at the edge of the
Many Theories About
There are various theories regard
ing the origin of the design of our
national flag, and most historians do
not consider the Betsy Boss legend as
trustworthy. It Is true that Washing
ton's family coatof-nrms contained
both stars and stripes, but these hud
been used In other flags before 1776.
The Grand Union flag, the first to float
over the navy, consisted of 13 stripes,
alternately red and while, with a
union bearing the crosses of St. George
and St. Andrew, signifying the mother
country. Some hlstorluns believe that
the stripes were taken from the flag
and the stars from the colonial banner
of Uhode Island. Others maintain
that the idea of tha Dug came from
Big forest sWwtng for a figure that
might have been his mother's, he now
quested for one that might be Tol
nettc's. But the same hope was not
In his breast, nor the same fear. Cer
tainty had takeu their place. Tolnette
was dead, despoiled of her beauty and
her life as his mother had been. A
fury triumphed over him that was as
possessive In Its effect as the color
which blazed about hint in the crim
son bush. It had been growing In him
since the moment he knelt at his fa-4
ther's side; It had strained at the
bounds of his grief when he found hit
mother; It had filled him with mad
ness, still unformed In his brain, when
he covered their faces In the early
dawn. Now he knew why he gripped
the English hatchet so tightly. He
wanted to kill. His eyes turned from
the smoke-filled valley of the Klehe
lleu to the south where Champlaln lay
gleaming In the sun miles away, and
the hand which held the hatchet trem
bled In Its new-born yearning for the
life blood of a people whom he hated
from this day and hour.
He was vaguely conscious of the
whine of the mill wheel as be went
down Into the valley. He did not feel
fear or the necessity for concealing
his movement, for death would not
trouble Itself to return to a desolation
so complete. But the wheel, as he
drew nearer, touched the stillness
with a note which seemed to ride
with strange Insistence over the soli
tude, as If calling to some one. It be
came less a thing of Iron and wood
that was crying In Its hunger for oil,
and more a voice which demanded his
attention. It seemed to him thnt sud
denly he caught what It was saying:
"the English beast the little English
beast" repeating those words until
they became a rhythm without a break
In their monotony except when a cap
ful of wind set the wheel going faster.
It was as If a thought In his brain
bad been stolen from him. And what
It expressed was true. He was the
English beast, coming as Madame Ton
teur had predicted. Tolnette had been
right Fiends with white skins, who
were of his blood, had sent their
hatchet killers to prove It. And like
a lone ghost he was left to see It all.
The mill wheel knew and, even In mo
ments of quiet, seemed to possess the
power to tell him so.
With stubborn fortitude he faced the
gehenna through which he knew he
must rass before he could turn south
to find his vengeance with Meskau.
Tolnette belonged to him now as much
as his mother, and It was for her he
began to search.
In a ditch which had run almost
under the eaves of the loopholed
church, he stumbled on a body. It
had fallen among tall grass and weeds
and had remained hidden there. It
wore a Mohawk war tuft, and In one
of Its stiffened hands was another
English hatchet like the one Jeems
had. A scalp was at the warrior's belt,
and for a moment Jeems turned sick.
It was a young girl's scalp, days old.
As he advanced, he could see there
had been an alarm and a little fight
ing. There was old Jean de Lauzon,
the cure, doubled up like a JackVnlfe,
half dressed and with a battered old
flintlock under him. He had fired the
gun and was running for the for
tressed church when a bullet had
caught him between his thin shoulder
blades. Jeems stood over him long
enough to make notes of these things.
He .saw several more dark blotches on
the ground quite near to where the
thlrk oaken door to the church had
been. There were Juchereuu and
Louis Ilcbert, both well nlong In years,
and not far from them were their
wives. Baudot was a fifth. He had
been a slow-witted lad, and now he
looked like a clown who had died with
a grin on bis face. These people bad
lived nearest to the church. The
others had been too far away to an
swer the alarm quickly, but the result
had been the same. Some had come
to meet their death. Others had
waited for It.
Between this group and the smol
derlng pile that had been the manor,
a lone figure lay on the ground.
Jeems went to It slowly. The sprawled
out form was Tonteur. Unlike the
others, the baron was fully dressed.
He undoubtedly had been annul when
he rushed forth from the boose, but
nothing was left In his hands but the
clods of earth which he had seized In
a 'final agony. A cry broke from
Jeems. He had loved Tonteur. The
seigneur had been the one connecting
link between his older years and the
dreams of his childhood, ard it was
because of him that he had never quite
seemed to lose Tolnette. He crossed
the dead man's hands upon his breast
and loosened the earth from his fin
gers. . He could feel ToUiette at his
side, and for a brief Interval the sick
ness In his head and body overcome
him so that he could not see Tonteur
at all. But he could hear Tolnette
sobbing.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
National Flag Design
the Netherlands, as Franklin and
Adams, who were sent to that coun
try to borrow money for aid, told the
Dutch that America had borrowed
much from them, Including the Ideas
represented In the flag. Another claim
Is that the stars were taken from the
13-starred constellation Lyra and sig
nified "harmony."
Wise Father
A prosperous farmer, replying to a
comment on the amount of money he
was spending to put his son through
college, said: "Yes, It does take a
lot of money; but I'd rather leave my
money In my boy than to him!" Ex
change.
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m Little
BOYS WILL BE BOYS
His chin was badly bruised and
there were black and blue marks on
the aide of his face. "What happened
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I waa on a little Tarty," he ex
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"Well, did her asked the friend.
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COMES NATURAL
"Jack Is a great talker."
"Oh, well, he can't help It, his fa
ther was a barber."
To Bad
Mule In tha barnyard, lasy and sick.
Boy with a pin on the end of a stick ;
Kid Jabbed the mule, the mule made a
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Services Monday In the M. E. Church.
T Will Not r
A wedding wns to take place and
crowds gathered round the church
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street singer took advantage of the
circumstances, and walked op and
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Just as the bridegroom arrived
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The eagle eye of the floor-walkei
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clerks. Afte he had gone the floor
walker went over to the girl's counter.
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Mitplaced
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"What's worrying you, Matilda?"
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