out a trace of self-consciousness, she flashed
upon him a full-blown flower--to his eyes the loveliest that ever
opened under heaven.

Gaspard Roussillon, still overflowing with the importance of his part
in the capture of Dejean, came puffing homeward just in time to see a
man at the door holding Alice a-tiptoe in his arms.

"Ziff!" he cried, as he pushed open the little front gate of the yard,
"en voila assez, vogue la galere!"

The two forms disappeared within the house, as if moved by his roaring
voice.

The letter to Beverley from his father was somewhat disturbing. It bore
the tidings of his mother's failing health. This made it easier for the
young Lieutenant to accept from Clark the assignment to duty with a
party detailed for the purpose of escorting Hamilton, Farnsworth and
several other British officers to Williamsburg, Virginia. It also gave
him a most powerful assistance in persuading Alice to marry him at
once, so as to go with him on what proved to be a delightful wedding
journey through the great wilderness to the Old Dominion. Spring's
verdure burst abroad on the sunny hills as they slowly went their way;
the mating birds sang in every blooming brake and grove by which they
passed, and in their joyous hearts they heard the bubbling of love's
eternal fountain.

CHAPTER XXIII

AND SO IT ENDED

Our story must end here, because at this point its current flows away
forever from old Vincennes; and it was only of the post on the Wabash
that we set out to make a record. What befell Alice and Beverley after
they went to Virginia we could go on to tell; but that would be another
story. Suffice it to say, they lived happily ever after, or at least
somewhat beyond three score and ten, and left behind them a good name
and numerous descendants.

How Alice found out her family in Virginia, we are not informed; but
after a lapse of some years from the date of her marriage, there
appears in one of her letters a reference to an estate inherited from
her Tarleton ancestors, and her name appears in old records signed in
full, Alice Tarleton Beverley. A descendant of hers still treasures the
locket, with its broken miniature and battered crest, which won
Beverley's life from Long-Hair, the savage. Beside it, as carefully
guarded, is the Indian charm-stone that stopped Hamilton's bullet over
Alice's heart The rapiers have somehow disappeared, and there is a
tradition in the Tarleton family that they were g