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Young Alexander le Borgne was, as already stated, a leader of the Indians in the attack on Annapolis early in 1744, which attack failed on account of the energy and bravery of Mascarene. The following letter of the Lieut.-Governor to Frances Belleisle Robichaux is of interest in thin connection. Annapolis Royal, Oct. 13, 1744.

It did not escape the observation of Lady Frances that Barbara wore the chain she had given her, and she most heartily wished her father at Whitehall, or elsewhere, that she might have an opportunity of asking all the questions at once suggested by her busy brain. It is impossible to convey an adequate idea of the meeting between the Jew and his daughter.

Frances made no rejoinder to this last, but she said: "Father may be willing to pay something for my release. But you and Ratty will suffer in the end." "We'll risk that," said the man, puffing at his pipe, and nodding thoughtfully. "You'd better let me go now," said the girl, with no display of fear. "And you'd better give up any further attempt to get at the old chest that Mr.

For there was a strict rule at the school, that day-scholars were neither to go there nor to send messages from their homes, out of school hours. So that forgettings of books required for preparation, or other carelessnesses of the kind, became serious matters. 'If I don't get it till I go to school on Monday, I needn't get it at all, said Frances. 'There's no comfort in telling me that.

You will, therefore, recall your men, if any are in pursuit, and endeavor to defeat the enemy forthwith." Your obedient servant, GEO. WASHINGTON. "Thank God!" cried Dunwoodie, "my hands are washed of Henry's recapture; I can now move to my duty with honor." "And with prudence, too, dear Peyton," said Frances, with a face as pale as death.

After a minute or two spent by Frances back in the room, she reappeared, tossed her cloak down to us, climbed out the window, and stood for a moment beside Betty on the lower window cap. I heard Betty encouraging her, and presently Frances began her descent, reaching the ground safely. George would have been demonstrative, but I interrupted him, saying:

"Why, Dad!" exclaimed Frances, in wonder. "You can't always tell," said the old ranchman, slowly. "There's a heap of valuables in that chest. Of course, they don't all belong to me," he added, hastily. "My partner, Lon, has equal rights in 'em don't ever forget that, Frances, if something should happen to me." "Why, Dad! how you talk!" she exclaimed. "We can never tell," sighed her father.

Frances D. Gage of Ohio, Caroline H. Dall of Massachusetts, and Clarina Nichols of Kansas also supported woman suffrage at this time. Bitterly disillusioned, Susan as usual found comfort in action.

Nola had come into Frances' room to do her hair, and employ her busy tongue while she plied the brush. She was a pretty bit of a figure in her fancily-worked Japanese kimono and red Turkish slippers harem slippers, she called them, and thought it deliciously wicked to wear them as she sat shaking back her bright hair like a giver of sunbeams.

After this experience I reminded myself again that what Frances Willard so frequently said is true; All truth is our truth when it has reached our hearts; we merely rechristen it according to our individual creeds. During the visit I had an interesting conversation with a number of the younger Mormon women.