The
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THE STORY
CHAPTER I.—Harry Ormerod. pre
scribed traitor to King George as a
Stuart partisan, returning from France
to London, rescues Alderman Robert i
Juggins from a band of assassins. Jug
frlns proves to be the grandson of a
ormer steward of Ormerod's father, to
whom Juggins feels himself Indebted.
Ormerod tells Juggins he has aban
doned the Stuart cause.
CHAPTER II— Juggins tells Or
merod of a Jacobite plot In the Ameri
can colonies to weaken England by
forwarding French interest* Thelx
aim is the return of King Janies to the
English throne At Its head is one
Andrew Murray, a Scotsman, and a
Frenchman De Veulle. deadly enemy
of Ormerod The two are In London
furthering their schemes Ormerod
sees them Anticipating the plotters
early return to America, Juggins ar
ranges for Ormerod to go there with
letters to Governor Burnet, friend of
Jogglns, and work to foil Murray
CHAPTER III—Disguised as Jug
gins' servant, Ormerod takes passage
to America. He meets a Scottish girl,
daughter of Murray, and ardent Jac
eblte. De Veulle recognises him. and
their enmity flames. The Frenchman
denounoes Ormerod to the girl as a
traitor to the Stuart cause. Believing
him, she repulses Ormerod’* proffer of
friendship. He is thrown Into the aee
by an unseen assailant.
CHAPTER IV.—Ormerod. regaining
the deck, has recognised his assailant
as Murray’s servant, Tom, giant negro
He accuses Murray of employing the
negro to assassinate him, but a truce
Is arranged At New York Ormerod
eaves an Indian from Insult. The In
dlan, who speaks English. Is Ta-wan
ne-ars. Seneca chief
CHAPTER V.—Governor Burnet wel
comes Ormerod as a friend of Juggins,
and tells him Murray’s aims By what
is known as the "Doom Trail” Murray
smuggles furs, which should come to
New York, to the French In Canada
With Ta-wan-ne-ars and a gigantic
Dutchman. Peter Corlaer. Ormerod
agrees to go to Niagara, French out
post. and spy out the secrets of the
Doom Trail. He of course speaks
French. De Veulle has won Ga-ha-no.
Ta-wan-ne-ars' affianced wife, now the
Frenchman’s mistress, and the red man
eeeks revenge Ta-wan-ne-ars saves
Ormerod’s life In an attack on him by
Murray’s henchman. Bolling.
CHAPTER VI.—Accusing Murray,
without avail, of Inciting Bolling, Or
merod learns the girl’s nsme is Mar
jory With his two companions he be
gins the Journey
CHAPTER VII—The three men wipe
out a party of Cahnuaga* trailing
them, evidently sent by Murray. At
the Seneca village they are welcomed
by Do-ne-ho-ga-weh. head chief, Ta
wan-ne-ars’ uncle Leaving Corlaer,
Ta-wan-ne-ars and Ormerod take their
way to Niagara
CHAPTER VIIT.—At Niagara Or
merod, in the guise of Jean Courbe
▼olr, forest runner, learns the French
Elans from Joncaire, the commandant
>e Veulle arrives, recognizes Ormerod.
and he and Ta-wan-ne-ars are seized.
CHAPTER IX
La Vierge du Bois
A dash of water awakened me. One
of the f'shnuagas was leaning down,
his hideous fare close to mine, his
fingers wrestling with the knots In the
rawhide bonds.
"Yon cannot lie Idle. m.v dlsfln
gnlshed guest," called De Veulle from
his place at the stefn- "You must
keep us dry.”
As the rawhide strips were unwound
f was able to sit up and look over the
frail hark side. We were out of sight
of land, and a moderate breeze was
raising a slight swpII, the crest of
which occasionally broke over our bow
In the other canoe Ta-wan-ne-ars al
ready was at work with a bark scoop
All of that day we were Isolated on
the restless surface of the huge Inland
sea. Just before dusk of the second
day we sighted a rocky coast, and
sheered away from It. On the sixth
day we passed out of the lake into
the narrow channel of the great river,
and landed In the evening at a pall
aaded post on the southern bank.
So far I had been treated fairly well.
My captors had shared with me their
meager fare of parched corn and
Jerked meat; and If I had been com
pelled to bale out the canoe Incessant
ly, It was equally true that they had
labored at the paddles night and day.
But now everything was changed. My
legs were left unbound, but with un
canny skill the savages lashed back
my arms until well-nigh every bit of
circulation was stopped In them and
each movement I was forced to make
became an act of torture. The one
recompense for my sufferings was that
for the first time since our capture I
had the company of Ta-wan-ne-ars,
and I was able to profit by his stoical
demeanor In resisting the impulse to
rent ray anger against De Veulle.
“Say nothing, brother," he counseled
me when I panted my hate, “for every
word you aay will afford him satisfac
tion.”
**I wish I had staved In the canoe
in the middle of the lake.” I exclaimed
bitterly. “What is this place? Whore
are we?”
Ta-wan-r e-ars looked around the
landscape, tepidly dimming In the twi
light.
•"This place Ta-wan-ne-ara does not
know,” he replied. “Yet it Is on the
river St Lawrence, for there Is no
othor stream of this size. I think,
brother, that De Veulle Is taking us
to La Vlerge du Bois.”
“It matters little where he takes us,"
1 returned lll-nuturedly. “Our end Is
like to be the same In any case, Jon
caire told me all I sought to know of
Jagara—but he told it to a dead man.”
“Not yet dead, brother, “Ta-wan-ne
ars corrected me gently. “We have
I-I
'till a long way to go—and we navr
our search."
"Which Is like to lead us Into the
hands of—” I said rudely.
But Pe Veulle and three strange
Frenchmen walked up at that moment
and Ta-wan-ne-ars a us spared the ne
cesslty of an answer.
'“Tls well.” De Veulle was saying
"We will rest the night, then. I’ll
lodge my prisoners In the stockade."
“And there is naught else?" asked
one of the others.
“The letter to f’ere Hyaclnthe—don't
forget that."
Whereat they all laughed with a
kind of sinister mystery and cast
glnnces of amusement at us.
The Cahnuagas drove us from the
bank with kicks and blows of their
paddle-blades, and the white men fob
lowed leisurely, laughing now and then
as we dodged some particularly vicious
attack upon our heads and faces. As
It was, when we were flung Into a
bare log-walled room within the pall
sade we were covered with bruises
'Twas the real beginning of our tor
ment.
In the morning our arms were un
tied and we were given a mess of
half cooked Indian meal Then the
rawhides wpre rebound, and we set
forth upon a trail that led from the
river southeastward Into the forest
A CahnuMga walked behind each of
us. tomahawk In hand De Veulle
himself brought up the rear. Ills mns
ket always ready. If we hesitated In
our pace or staggered, the Ravage
nearest to us used the flat of his tom 1
ahawk or his musket-butt.
On the third day. shortly after noon I
1 was astonished to hear faintly, but '
very distinctly, a bell ringing In the
forest.
"La Vlerge du Bols welcomes you."
hailed Pe Veulle from behind us
“The bell rings you In. Ah. there will
be bright eyes anil flushed cheeks at
sight of you!”
He laughed In a pleasant, melodious ;
way.
“White cheeks to flush for you. Or
merod. and red chepks to grow duskier
for our friend the chief here! What
a fluttering of hearts there will he!”
Could I have wrenched my hands
free I would have snatched a toma
hawk from the Cahnuaga before me
But I did what Ta-wan-ne-ars did—
held my head straight and walked as
if I had not heard. Something told
me the Seneca suffered as much as I
Wp did not hear thp hell again ; hut
In mid-afternoon the forest ended upon
the banks of a little river, and In the
distance a wooden tower showed
through the trees. As we drew nearer
other buildings appeared, arranged In
Irregular fashion about a clearing
One of pretentious size stood by Itself
Inside the palisade.
Cahnuagas. Including women and
children, swarmed along the trail with
guttural cries A big, red headed man
stepped from a building which was
evidently a storehouse. 'Twas Bolling
and with a yell of delight he snatched
a block of wood from the ground and
hurled It at my head.
“Curse me, ’tls the renegade and
his red shadow!" he shouted. “We
are In great luck ! Do but wait until
Tom knows you are here, my friend.
The stake awaits you!”
He walked beside us, rubbing his
hands together In high glee, and dls
coursing with seemingly ezpert knowl
edge on the precise character of the
various kinds of torment we should
undergo.
His attentions drew a considerable
crowd; and so when we entered the
single rude street of the settlement
'Jwas to find the whole population
awaiting us. The gate In the stockade
around the big house was open, and
with a thrill I realized that a swirl of
color there meant Marjory. Murray's
stately figure I identified at a dis
tance.
I think she did not know me at first
There was no reason why she should
My leather garments were rent and
torn, my hair was tangled and matted
with briers and thorns from the under
brush, my face was scratched and
bleeding. I was thin and gaunt, and I
might not walk upright, although I
tried, for the rawhide thongs bowed
by shoulders.
But Murray knew me Instantly, and
a flare of pgultatlon lighted his face.
De Veulle halted us directly In front
of the gate.
“An old acquaintance has consented
to visit us." lie said.
And with a shock of grief I saw
omprehenslon dawn in Marjory’s face
But she did uot flush crimson as De
Veulle had prophesied. She blenched
white. I knew by that she had been
long enough at I.a Vierge du Bols to
appreciate the temper of Its Inhabi
tants.
“I seem to recollect the tall Indian
beside our friend, likewise." observed
Murray.
“'TIs his companion of the Inter
view at Cawston's In New York.” re
joined I»e Veulle. “What. Mistress
Marjory, you have not forgotten the
rash youth who was always threaten
Ing or badgering us?"
Her lips moved mechanically, hut
twas a minute before she could force
her voice to obey.
"I remember,” she said.
Murray took snuff precisely and ad
dressed himself to me.
"You are a dangerous youth. Master
Ormerod. You had opportunity to win
free of your past misdemeanors, you
will allow, yet you Would hear none
of my advice. No, you must mix In
affairs which did not concern you. And
as I warned you. It hath been to your
sore prejudice. Much as I—”
Marjory flung out her arms In h ges
ture ot appeal.
“Why do you tHlk so much, sir?”
she cried. ‘‘What have you In mind?
This man Is an Englishman! Is he to
be given up to the savages?”
Murray surveyed her gravely.
"Tut, tut. my dear! . Is this the way
to conduct in public? ’‘Given up to the
savages,' forsooth! The yonng mar
is a traitor, a renegade and a sorr
fool into the bargain. He hath med
died in matters beyond his romprehen
slon or ability. We must reckon up
the harm he hath done, and assess his
punishment In proportion."
“Just what do you mean by that,
sir?" she demanded coldly.
"Frankly, my dear lass, I cannot tell
you as yet."
“I think you mock me." she asserted.
“And 1 may tell you. sir, I will be
party to no such crime to humanity.
You talk of traitors. I am wondering
If there Is more than one meaning to
the word."
She turned with a flutter of gar
ments and sped Into the house. De
Veulle eyed Murray rather quizzically,
but the archconspirator gave no evi
dence of uneasiness
"You shall tell me about It," he said,
ns if nothing had happened. "Mean
time I suppose they may be lodged
with the Keepers."
“Yes," agreed De Veulle; "but I de
sire to give some particular Instruc
tions for their entertainment."
"Do so; do so. hy all means," an
swered Murray equably. "But wait:
here comes F’ere Hyaclnthe."
The Indians surrounding us huddled
back, cringing against the stockade,
their eyes glued upon a tall, thin figure
In a threadbare black cassock of the
Jesuit order. He walked with a pe
culiar halting gait. His face wus ema
elated, the skin stretched taut over
prominent bones. His eyes blazed out
of twin caverns.
Parts of his ears were gone, and as
he drew nearer I saw that his face
was criss-crossed by Innumerable tiny
scars. When he raised his hand In
blessing the Indluns I realized that
two fingers were missing, and those
which were left were twisted and
gnarled as by fire.
"Whom have we here?" he called In
a loud, harsh voice.
“Two prisoners, reverend sir,” re
plied Murray. "English spies caught
at Jagara by the vigilance of Monsieur
de Veulle.”
"Are they heretics?” demanded the
priest.
"I fear I have never conversed with
Master Ormerod concerning his relig
ious beliefs," said Murray whimsically.
The priest peered closely at me.
“Well, sir,” he asked bruskly, “are
you a son of the true faith?"
"Not the one you refer to, air," I
said.
"And this savage hare?"
"He believes, quite devoutly, I should
say. In the gods of his race.”
The Jesuit locked and unlocked hla
Angers nervously.
“I fear, monsieur, that yon will suf
fer torment at the hands of my poor
children here," he said. “Will you not
repent before It Is too late?"
“But will you stand by and see your
children torture an Englishman In
time of peace?" I asked.
"Peace?" he rasped. “There Is no
peace—there can be no peace—be
tween England, the harlot nation, and
holy France. France follows her des
tiny, and her doRtlny Is to rule Amer
lea on hefialf of the Church.”
"Yet peace there Is,” I Insisted.
"I refuse to admit It. We know no
peace here. We are at war, endless
war, physically, spiritually, mentally,
with England. If you come amongst
us, you do so at your bodily peril.
Bnt”—and the challenge left his voice
and was replaced by a ndte of plead
ing. soft and compelling—"It may be
monsieur, that in your bodily peril you
have achieved the salvation of your
soul. Repent, I urge you, and though
your body perish your soul shall live.”
Murray and De Veulle stirred rest
lessly during this harangue, hut the
savages were so silent you could hear
the birds In the trees. I was Inter
ested In this man, In his fanatic sin
cerity, his queer conception of life.”
“But If I repented, as you ssy,” I
suggested, “would not you save my
body?"
His eyes burned with contempt.
"Would you drive a bargain with
Ood?” he cried. “For shame! Some
may tolerate that, but I never will I
What matters your miserable body I
It has transgressed the rights of
France. Let It die! But your soul Is
Immortal; save that, I conju’e you I
Death? What Is death? Ann what
matters the manner of death? Look
at me, monsieur."
He fixed my gaze on each at hla
tnflrmlties.
•*T nm hut the wreck of n mnn. These
poor, Ignorant children of the wilder
ness have worked their will with me,
and because It was best for me <!od
permitted it. Torture never hurt any
mnn. It Is excellent for the spirit. It
will benefit you. If you must die—”
His voice trailed Into nothingness.
Pe Veulle Interposed.
"Reverend fifther,” he said. "I have
a letter for you front .liierpies Fourier
The rlvermen would like you to give
them a mass Sunday. 'Tis a long—"
“Give me the letter.” he cried eagerly
"Ah. that Is good reading! Sometimes
I despair for my sons- a,ve. more than
for the miserable children of the wll
derness. But now I know that n seed
grows In the hearts of some that I
have doubted. 1 shall go gladly."
Be Veulle winked at Murray as the
pries; limpet- away.
"I must send Jacques a barrel of
brandy for this." he remarked; “hut
ottr Cahnuagas would he In the sulks
If they could not celeBrate the Moon
feast, and they stand In such fear of
the worthy Hyaclnthe that they would
never risk hl« wrath."
“The Moon feast!” exclaimed Mur
rnv. "True, 1 lool forgotten. Well
'twill he an excellent Introduction to
the customs of the savages for our
friend the Intruder.”
"'Twill make a great Imoresslon
upon him." laughed Do Ven'le "In
fnct, upon both of them t have n
surprise for our 'r onn>- i -'rhi1 »•
w»ll. The Mistress < f the l a'- Knee
awaits them.’
lie murmured some orders to cur
guards, kicked me out of his path and
sauntered through the gateway beside
Murray.
With Hotline In active supervision
and Tom hun;;:ng greedily on tin
flanks of the crowd, we were hustled
through the dear tie. past the chape'
and an Intervening belt of woodland
Into a natural amphitheater on the fir
side of the village, where a had;
ground of dark pines walled In a wld
surface of hard-beaten. grassles
ground. Two stakes stood ready, sld
by side, In the ceider, and our captors
tore off our tattered clothes and
lashed us lo these with whoops of Joy
So we stood, naked and bound
ankle, knee, thigh, chest snd armpit
whilst the sun. selling behind the vll
lage. flooded the Inferno with mellow
light and an artnv of fiends, men
womeh and children, pranced around
us. For myself, I was dazed and fear
I ful, but Ta-wan ne-ars again showed
me the better road
“The Keepers scream like women.”
he shouted, fn order to make himself
heard. “Have you never taken cap
tlves before? You are women. We
scorn you. Po you know what has be
come of Hie seven warriors Murray
sent to pursue us on the Great Trull?”
Silence prevailed.
“Yes, there were seven of them.”
gibed Ta-wan ne ars. “And there
were three of us. And where are they?
I will tell you, Calinuaga dogs. Shs
wendadle dogs. Huron dogs. Crawl
closer on your bellies while 1 tell you
"Their scalps hang In the lodge of
Ta-wan-ne-ars—seven scalps of the
Keepers who could not fight against
real men. The scalps of seven who
called themselves warriors and who
were so rash that they tried to light
three."
A howl of anger answered him.
“Begin the torment,” yelled Bolling
Tom drew a wicked knife and ran
toward us. Ids yellow eyes afiame. But
a squat Calinuaga chief pushed him
back.
“They are to be held for the Moon
feast, “he proclaimed. “See, the Mis
tress comes. Stand back, brothers.”
The sound of a monotonous walling
filled the air. Joining Itself with the
evening breeze that sighed In the
branches of the pines behind us. The
crowd of savages drew away from us
In sudden awe.
“Ga-go-sa Ho-nun-as-tase ta," they
muttered to each other.
"What do they say?" I asked Ta-wan
ne-ars.
"The Mistress of the False Faces Is
coming,” he replied curtly.
"And who Is she?”
"The priestess of their devilish
brotherhood."
Out from the long hark building
wound a curious serpentine procession
of men In fantastic head-masks, who
danced along with a halting step. As
they danced they sang In the weird
monotone we had first heard. And
behind them all walked slowly one
without a mask, a young girl of up
right figure, her long black hair cas
cadlng about her hare shoulders. Her
arms were folded across her breast.
She wore only the short ga-ka-ah, or
kilt, with moccasins on her feet.
The breath whistled In Ta wan ne
ars' nostrils as Ids chest heaved
against Its bonds, and I turned my
head In amazement. The expression
on hta face was compounded of such
demoniac ferocity as I had seen there
once before—that, and Incredulous
affection.
“What Is It?" I cried.
He did not heed me. He did not
even hear me. His whole being was
focused upon the girl whose rudd\
bronze skin gleamed through the
masses of her hair, whose shapely
limbs Ignored the beat of the music
which governed the motions of her at
tendants.
(Continued Next Week.)
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