Adventure Magazine Cover, October 10, 1921 — page 140: what you’re looking at

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130 “Every minute that hath passed since I stepped into the main cabin of the New Venture to see the face of the mysterious songbird hath been a ease, suit,’”’ I de- clared. ‘And you would really wed an unrelent- ing Jacobite?’ she myrmured. ‘(Whatever you are I love you, and as a reformed Jacobite I can see reasons for for- giving your contumacy.” Her face grew serious. ‘As I told you once before—” and she shuddered with the memory of the incident —‘“T have learned much since leaving Scot- land. I know that you are no traitor and your beliefs are honorable and patriotic, and that Country means more than King. But, Harry, you will be overlooking the narrow- ness of a poor maid brought up in a Scots Jacobite household to consider the Stuart cause sacred—will you not?” ‘So sweet a recantation!’ sneered Mur- ray atmy elbow. “He will never be able to resist you, my dear.”’ She withdrew so that I stood between her and her uncle. “T have supported much from you, sir,” she answered coldly; “in part through mis- taken loyalty to the object you said you served; in part because, evil though you were, you were my flesh and blood. But from this day I disown you. I will be hav- ing naught to do with you. You mean nothing to me. You are a horrid specter I expel from my mind.” He shrugged his shoulders. “°Tis a fitting reward for the loving care I gave you, Mistress Marjory. You are with me until my fortunes wane. Well, I am content. Henceforth Andrew Murray plays his own hand alone. Yet it suits me, my children, to annoy you to the extent of as- suring you my blessing and good wishes. “You are a fine, healthy maid, Marjory. As for Master Ormerod, he hath been a re- sourceful enemy, and as the first man to cry ‘Checkmate!’ against me I congratulate him.” Ta-wan-ne-ars tapped him on _ the shoulder, and he swung around to meet the frowning gaze of the Seneca. ‘You are a prisoner, Murray. with Ta-wan-ne-ars.”’ ‘¢ *Sdeath, I was to have safe-conduct!”’ “You are to go safely to Jagara—yes,” I interposed; “but think not we will trust you at liberty.” Come Adventure He took snuff and dusted his lapels care- fully. “Have your way, noble Iroquois,” he sighed. ‘‘A little while, and I shall be quit of you.” THE warriors of the Long House came pouring through the gates of the stockade, and their war-whoops echoed over the forest as they commenced the work of looting Murray’s establishment and secured their prisoners. As Marjory and I passed out of that sinister enclosure, which had seen so much of wickedness and human suffering, we had our last joint glimpse of Andrew Murray. The Otter was lashing his arms at his back, and on his face was a look of whimsical distaste. ‘Farewell, my children,” he called. ‘Bear in mind ’twas Andrew Murray brought you together. So good cometh out of evil.” Marjory shrank closer against my side. “Yes,” she said; “take me away from here. Let us go away, Harry—and forget.” ©) escorted my lady to Albany and the tender care of Mistress Schuy- ler, into whose charge Governor Burnet most kindly commended her. For duty BUT ’twas Corlaer, and not I, who commanded me to discharge my obligation’ of removing Murray and his Cahnuagas— not many survived the castigation of the Iroquois—in safety to Jagara; and I must accompany Do-ne-ho-ga-weh and Ta-wan- ne-ars and the warriors of the Eight Clans in the triumphal procession which traversed the Long House from the Upper Mohawk Castle to the shores of the Thunder Waters as an illustration of the wrath of the Great League. And I was not sorry that I did so, for it | enabled me to sit beside Do-ne-ho-ga-weh and his brother chiefs in the half-finished stone fort at Jagara and hear him lay down the law of the Long House to Joncaire, as representative of the French. “Qua, O Joncaire, mouthpiece of Onontio who rules at Quebec,” he said. ‘‘We People of the Long House come to you in peace. And we give into your hands the white man Murray and those who are still alive of the Keepers of the Doom Trail. We promised that they should come here, and we have ful- filled our promise. But we have set a.bar across the Doom Trail, O mouthpiece of , COnmiclbooks Cc C@