Logansport Pharos-Tribune from Logansport, Indiana on December 21, 1897 · Page 22
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Logansport, Indiana
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Tuesday, December 21, 1897
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. CH A.FTERS 1.- At the beginning of the civil WH r Valentine Woidoo was suspected I of the murder of bis brother Fred rlok who had 4 »• appeared, ur. Blatichard married their uls- ter He became a widower, and years niter the'supDOBOd murder went west with hi? chil- dron. Howard. Alice and Clara-Cupiain RriO- rached the tvy e r. . dim cO"ducted the traiD when it far west. Two Dart characters. Henry ard front Robb. joined them. "-H?"" Vn» goon leave* the tra'n and visiis her fattier and sister Norn, who attomot to turn him irom hl» tvil life. Ill-Two lawyers named Bliss come to the west from Virginia to attempt to force tbe Blftnelnrds to roimquli-h the W eldon estate, .-bo Bli-aes ally themselves »itb one Uiuton and his ir«nir. who are ready for any villainy IV-Louis Kyle. Henry Kyle B brother warns Captain Bmodon attalnst Uouton s (fang V -The Blisses accuse Dr. Blanoard of liay- init murdered hid wito. VI-Loirs Kyle enlists a BphdnB hermit cailod the Prophet In behalf of the Bliinoliard* against Bouton. % U -Putt b dwaerw the Blancharu and jrous to Beuton. Captain Brandon encounters Henry !>ylc. fluuts him and lOavi's him for dead /lll- VaJentlno Kyle oool'esses that b<) is J» aljntlno Woldon and that h- killed his brother Frederic* unintentionally. IX-Tbe Blisses Fiye Bouton their clan. They mean to jet Uie BlanohardB out of tlie way and claim the W el- don esute, to which the Blanchnrda are hel'D. X- Captain Brandon visits the P-opbet. XI— Dr. Blannhard la seized by B°uW". x "- Uipt*ra Brandon cnptarea Patch and CHAPTER Boston's delight at being re-enforced cannot be descriljed. He felt elated at his increased power and confident that no opposition that Brandon could make would check bis schemes. But Brandon might call in the aid of troops from some of the forts. There was danger in this, and Bouton determined to obviate it by -wiping Brandon out of existence. Next to his fear and hatred for Brandon was that entertained for Henry Kyle. The unprincipled always hate those whom they fail to destroy. The death of Patch guve Bouton a good es- ouso to influence his men against the man whom they had hitherto admired lor his address and daring, and as fellows of his class always think in crowds they soon worked themselves into a hatred of Henry Kyle that found an outlet in oaths that were Ioud4f not deep. It was understood that an active campaign would bo begun on the morrow, and in anticipation of it the outlaws cleaned their rifles, sharpened their knives and cast bullets by the fire. The slender, picturesque forms of the Indians, the leaping flumes and polished, flashing anus, made a picture that Alice Blanchard never forgot. She was sitting on the ground talking in low tones to Nora Kyle and gazing now and then in the direction where she knew Louis to be when a shadow fell on the ground between them and looking up she saw Boutou. "Good evening, ladies," he said, removing his hat and bowing deferentially. "I am sorry that I cannot make you more comfortable. " "But you can make us more comfortable. " said Alice sternly. ' 'Then command me, for I have the honor to be your most obedient servant, " and as he spoke he turned his face so that the light from 'the distant fire fell on his white teeth and made them cruelly conspicuous. .Seeing that he wanted her to speak, Alice said : "I did not mean to say what I did. " "But you had a right to. I repeat, •what is it I can do to add to the comfort of either?" "Leave us to ourselves, " replied Alice. "Ah, you are cruel, but I shall not be." Bouton tried to laugh, but the girls were struck with the harsh, metallic ring of his voice. ' 'I fear that yon blame mo," he went on, ''for the inconvenience you have been subjected to. You will not believe me if I tell yon that I alone have saved you from worse treatment." "Are yon not the leader of these — these"— "Say robbers or whatever you will, Miss Blanchard, and I'll confess that I am their leader. If I were not, as I said before, your fate would bo worse. And I intend using my power for your continued safety, though I know you will not believe me. ' ' Bouton threw himself on the grass, 'and at that moment fresh fuel added to the nearest lire lit up the scene, so that they could see each other' plainly. "Yes, yon think I am very bad, Miss planchard, and she thinks I am very bad. Is not that true?" "It is," replied Alice. "I know that, and yet, Miss Blanchard, I am not a Cain. \"ou have heard of Cain, but I am not one. I have never made my hands red with a brother's blood Do yon understand that. Miss Nora?" The story of her father's life — his life secret and life torture — flashed through Nora Kyle's brain, and sho •would have fallen had not Alice's arm been around her. "I know nothing about you. I want to know nothing, " Nora managed to gasp. In her pure, gentle heart she imagined this man a wizard, who by some occult means had possessed himself of her father's secret "I do not wish to tell you of myself, only so far as my life is connected with yours. I knew your father before you were born, before he came to these mountains to hide from the world. I know why he did come, yet I have never tried to harm him, never thought of giving bis secret to the world. There are others searching for your father, and if I went with them it was not because I wished them to succeed. You blame me, bnt on your knees you would thank me if you knew what I had done, what J hare prevented being done. " •'If YOU have been so very good," «aid ^ Blanchard, creaking in on nis special pleading, "why is it .you^keep us and Mr. Louis'Kyle prisoners?" "That is a proper question and I-wish J could explain''it, ror I Go not wish to be misunderstood. But though I seem to be, I am not my own master. There are others who direct I must pretend to submit to their wishes that I may be able to protect you both from harm," said Bouton, with a great affectation of sincerity and candor. "You cannot defend yourself with mysteries, :> said Alice. "I cannot believe you unless you explain all." "Explain all, Miss Blanchard?" "That is what I said." "Well, I am willing to explain all." He drew nearer to Nora and asked, in a theatrical whisper, "Are you willing that I should explain all?'' "No, no!" she half shrieked. "Leave me; for heaven's sake, leave me, or kill me!" "I will not kill you. I would rather kill myself. I will leave you for the night. When we march on the morrow, Miss Kyle,. I will speak with you again. I will tell y m something that is near to my heart.'' Bouton rose and bowed, then went back to where tho men were' lying around tho campfires. He coiled himself up in a blanket, and was asleep in a short time. Sim Bliss tried to imitate him, but though he had grown more and more weary every day since coming into this country, his narrow brain was too much crowded with thought for him to get much satisfactory sleep. Before daylight the next morning the camp was astir. While some prepared food others loaded the pack mules and saddled the horses, duties that seemed to require a great deal of shouting and a deluge of profanity. The prisoners were served with food as before and Font Bobb brought up horses for Alice and Nora, when Bouton offered to assist them to their saddles. At Alice's request Louis Kyle was permitted to ride boside them. But before Bouton would agree to this request he made Nora promise that some time during the march she would drop back and talk to him for an hour or two. To this the poor girl consented for her brother's sake. She had the greatest horror of this man now that she felt he .knew her father's secret. Innocent of "he world's ways and fearful that Bour,on had it in his power to legally de- iitroy her father and all the family, she would willingly die if called on for the liacrifice to save them. She wanted an opportunity to tell Louis that Bouton knew their awful secret, but Boutou staid so near that she "(rood evening, ladies." could not speak to him about it, and even if Boutou were away she dared not speak to him on this subject in the presence of Alice Blanchard. As the long cavalcade wound down through the narrow valleys it looked like a small army expecting a battle, and such it certainly was. To avoid the inevitable dust as well as to prevent an attack on the head of the line, if Captain Brandon fihonld see fit to ambush them, Bouton placed the prisoners to the front. After they had gone some miles Bouton whispered to Nora, ".Remember your promise and drop back beside me." With pale face and compressed lips she obeyed him. "You must not think me harsh," he began. "Think of how long I have kept the secret. I knew it before you were born.'' As it was evident he did know the secret and impossible for her to tell how long he had known it, or how he became possessed of it, she was forced to believe him, though, as the reader knows, his knowledge was of a very recent date. "If you are going to use it now," she managed to say, "better that you had used it before." "Did I say I was going to use it now?" "You talk as if you might," she said nervously. "Then I fail to make myself understood. Sly French is better than my English. Shall we talk French:" "I do not understand French." "Very well. We shall keep on as we have been doing. Yon see many men about us here?" He waved his hand back at the cavalcade, and Nora nodded. "They want to catch your father and. get a large i-»ward.'' "And if chey catch him what will, they do?" she asked with a sJradder. "They will hang hwt," "Hang him!" she said with a gasp. "Yes. Hang him up by the neck till. ie Is Geao. Arm meywill put you* mother in jail and your brothers, and keep them there till they are dead." Nora believed this. If she did not, she had neither the courage nor knowledge nor strength to refute it, so awfully did the picture impress her. "You do not wane this to happen?" he asked after a painful pause. "Why should yon ask me''" "Only to show that I think as you do, and to tell you that it is all in your hands." "In my hands?" she said eagerly. "Yes. That is what I say. You can save them and make all right again. Will YOU do it •" He turned in the saddle and tried to look under her downcast lids. "Yes," she replied, "I.would gladly die to save them." "But you need not die." "What then?" "A thousand times better than dying. You can have them all together again if you say to me the one word 'Yes,' " "If I say 'Yes?' " "If you say it to my question. But you must not say it now. I will give you time to think " He hesitated and looked into her f ace again, and to avoid his gaze as well as to learn his object she asked: "What is the question?" "It j s "—Bouton drew nearer and whispered—"it is, will you consent to become my wife?'' She looked at him with horror in her eyes and a "No" trembling on her lips. But he wheeled his' horse aside and said: "I do not want the answer now." CHAPTER XXIIL Under the guidance of the Indian herder, Valentine Kyle and his wife succeeded in reaching the caves to which the Prophet had sent them. They went down to the valley of the Great Spirit through the canyon by which Howard Blanchard first entered with Captain Brandon. Though broken hearted, weary and on foot and much accustomed to the wonderful scenery of this marvelous land, they could not but be awed by the sublimity of their surroundings. The shadows and gloom were in sympathy with their own hearts, and as hand in hand they went down deeper and deeper into the canyon it seemed to Mrs. Kyle that she must have died with her husband, and that in death, as in life, she was still clinging to him and leading him through the darkened way out to the gate called Beautiful. And when the sunlit opening to the valley came in sight she stood and clung to him and closed her eyes, not daring to look at the glory that seemed of another world. "Here is the valley of the Great Spirit,'' said the guide, pointing out to the light. ''I can hear voices." Above the sound of the waters, hurrying down to the placid lake in the center of the valley, Mrs. Kyle heard the singing and laughter of the immigrant children, and the sound came to her ears like the seraphic singing of angels. What music is there to the mother like the laughter of children? Even Valentine Kyle was awed, and so filled with the supernatural exhilaration that his face glowed and his gray hair and beard looked like a saintly halo. "Let us get into the light," called out the guide. "It is pleasuutcr in the beautiful valley.'' They followed him out, but stopped again ut a point where all the glories of the enchanted scene burst upon their bewildered gaze. There were children playing by the lake, and at the sight ol! the strangers they ran shouting to the caves in alarm, and their cries broke the illusion and told Mrs. Kyle she was still in the land of fear and sorrow and dagger. As they crossed the vailey they could see anxious faces peering; at them from behind the rocks. Just as Valentine Kyle was about to call to them not to fear, a tall, rosy faced girl made her appearance and approached them with extended hands. "I am MaryClyde," she said. "Come with me. You seem to have trouble, like ourselves.'' "Indeed we have trouble, my child," said Mrs. Kyle. "May you never know so much.'' "And may yours soon be lightened," said Mary, "and it will be if it is in our power. We are only women and children with one old man here, but the Prophet says we are safe." Mary Clyde then led them to the cave entrance, and here the women and children came swarming out, all ashamed of their alarm, though their recent experience warranted them in the precaution. Mr. Kyle let his wife answer, and when she told them her name they all asked in a chorus, ''Are you Louis Kyle's mother?" "lam." "Then," said MaryClyde, "I shall kiss you." And thereupon all the other women and all the children followed Mary's hospitable example. When Mrs. Kyle told them that her home had been destroyed by Bouton, and that her daughter was then a prisoner in his hands, the indignation, of the immigrant women became extreme, and Mrs. Clyde, Mary's mother, declared with much emphasis that death would be something like a pleasure if she could just see Bouton tortured as she would have him tortured and as he deserved to be tortured "for just five minutes." Mr. Kyle told them the little he had learned from the Prophet about Dr. Blanchard ano his family. The report was that the ioctor had escaped, but that the girls were still in the power of the outlaws. "All our men are out aiding in the fight," said one woman, "and we'd be willing to go and help them if it wasn't for the children.'' The immigrants did all in their power to comfort their guests, and all spoke of a termination to the trouble which the most imaginative did not feel in her heart About the middle of the afternoon the children, who never tired of the beautiful valley nor ceased to won- der at the grand caves, came running in, the leader shouting: "The Prophet! The Prophet is coming!" Without asking a question all hurried out and saw the Prophet crossing the valley accompanied by Clara Blanchard and her father. The women and children, ran to meet them with shcuts "^"o, I win remain in the shadow." of joy, but Valentine Kyle and his wife remained back in the shadow. "I cannot niece him, • 'fe. I cannot meet him!" cried tin? u_*.ppy man. "Meet him, busbaud. Even if he should recognize you he can bear you no malice. Dr. Blaiichard was ever your friend!" "No, I will remain in the shadow till I can escape from here.'' "That you must not do, Valentine. Lock out, my husband. See, time has so changed him that I could not tell that I had ever set eyes on him before. The children are shouting- his name. That alone assures me I am not mistaken. If you wish to remain unknown, he cannot recognize you. Only in your brave heart and love for me are you the Valentine Weldon of 19 years ago. Here, here they are. Do not crouch back in thfi darkness. See how like our Nora the ymng girl looks." Mr« Kyle seized her husband's arm and kept him standing back near the entrance to the cave, where, without being directly observed, they could see all that was going on outside. "Acd Valentine Kyle and his wife have arrived," said the Prophet, raising his bronzed face to the sun. ' 'I knew that God would answer my prayer. Wher* are they?" "In the cave," shouted the children, and pvery hand was pointed in the direction that he might not make a mistake. Dr. Blanchard and the Prophet helped Clara from her horse, when she was at once uurrounded by the women and children, and she was kissed and cried and laughed over till her cheeks were reddened with kissing and her brow whitened with that rarest cf cosmetics, the tears of friendship. Mr. Kyle's old herder appearing, the Prophet ordered him to take the horses to the other side of ths valley, "where," he said, "never a horse grazed before, for the valley has been sacred. But the horse that carries the fugitive from cruel persecution is an instrument of the Lord and becomes sacred in his service. Place the animals in the best gross. No harm can come to them here.'' With the saddle and equipments on his arm the Prophet entered the cave and found Valentine Kyle and his wife sitting in the shadows away from the altar. Striding over, he took a hand of each, and in a voice tilled with unusual pathos he said: "Ye mourn still for your children as if they were not. My heart is with you in your sore affliction; but, as God reign- eth and my soul liveth, the clouds shall pass away and the sunlight of peace and joy shall pour in on your purified hearts. Oh, ye who have so long walked with downcast eyes, the end of the gloomy way is nearing! The atonement has been made and the joy awaits those who have been sanctified by sorrow.'' ' 'May your words prove true,'' sighed Mrs. Kyle. "They have ever come true, for all my thought has been devoted to learning the ways of the Great Architect who piled up the mountains, hollowed the valleys and filled the world with light. There ara no mysteries save in our own ignoj'ance, no miracles save where we are blind- The doctor and his daughter need rest. Then they will speak to you, and you will love them for your kindred trials." The Prophet took their hands again and bowed over them as if he were calling down a benediction. Then he went off to find the doctor and Clara. Marv Clyde had anticipated what he would do, and at once prepared couches, while others prepared food. The doctor ate with thankfulness, and lay down on the robes with a feeling of awe such as he had never before experienced, for he could not but feel that he had left the world. As has been mentioned, the Prophet had an instinctive conception cf the time and could tell the hour if he had been days in absolute darkness. Dr. Blanchard could not be expected to do this. He woke up before day, and guided by the lights on the altar went over and sat near if, for there was a companionship in the flickering flames. As he sat there he heard a deep sigh, accompanied by a light step on the rocky floor. He looked up and saw a haggard face in a setting of white beard and hair. The two old men—old in appearance if not in years—looked at each other for some seconds in silence. Valentine Kyle knew that this was his kinsman, Dr. Blanchard. but he could not- have recognized the altered face. Dr. Blanehard guessed that this was Mr. Kyle, the father of Louis. Not a shadow of suspicion glinted his mind that this could be the lost Valentine Weldon, who so many years before fled from the valley of the Great Kanawha, bis hands red with the blood of the murdered Frederick. Dr. was the first to sneak, onrf as fc ;3id so he took the cold, reluctant hand of Valentine Kyle in his. ."You are Mr. Kyle?" he said kindly. ! I am Dr. Blanchard. We have beard of each other through kindred troubles.'' " I am Valentin^Kyle. Like yourself, I have suffered,'^said Mr. Kyle, and he sat down on a blanket near the doctor. "It is a curse, "said the doctor, "a curse from which the innocent were fleeing, but it has followed us." "A curse?" repeated Mr. Kyle. "Yes. It is the story of a faraway land, and it would not interest you to hear it. But it has fallen on you as well as on me." "How has it fallen on me?" asked Valentine Kyle, speaking hoarsely and bowing his head on his hands. "Your sou Louis cauif to our aid, and it is, I am sure, because of this that the outlaws attacked your place.'' ' 'Perhaps so, but you say it would not interest me to hear the story of a faraway land. I assure you it would, >: said Valentine, with his face still averted. "It eases a sorrow to speak of it," began the doctor, " but I would not for that reason add to the sorrows of another. However, it is still night, and the people are sleeping. You will lie down again before day?'' "I have slept enough." In a sad monotone Dr. Blanchard told the story of the Weldoiis—how old John Weldon died, cutting off his granddaughter, the doctor's wife, in his will and leaving his large property to Frederick and Valentine Weldon, the former unmarried; how Valentine favored the south and Frederick the north in the war that had just begun; how Valentine fled and Frederick was missing; how a, body supposed to be Frederick's was found long afterward far down the river; how the curse of that act had reflected on his children, and how he had determined to go with them into a new land, leaving all the property that might have been theirs in the hands of Lawyer Bliss. All, everything up to the present moment, he told his silent listener. "The brother, Valentine, must have been a very bad man," Mr. Kyle managed to say. "No,"replied the doctor hurriedly. "Valentine Weldon was as brave and generous as the brother whom he so loved and whom he could not have meant to harm." "But he killed him—reddened his hands in his blood." ."I will not believe that cf Valentine Weldon, be he living or be he dead. If he was the cause of his brother's death, it was au accident or a blow struck in anger, when Valentine had been drinking. No.no! Valentine Weldou could not have done that." "If living, would you meet him as of yore?" asked Mr. Kyle, trying to appear calm. "Aye, that I would. Were he living I would take him to my heart, where his memory i«as ever been,' J said the doctor, with tears in his eyes. "Valentine Weldon is living!" said Mr. Kyle, rising and reaching out his hands, then letting them fall helplessly by his side. "Living!" exclaimed the doctor. "Yes; living and here. I am Valentine Weldon!" Dr. Blanchard seized the hands again extended appeolingly, and drawing the old mail nearer to the altar he looked into the haggard face, and clasping him to his heart cried out: "Valentine, Val- emine! My brother, my brother I" [CONTI3TUED.] ATHLETIC HANDS. 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