Daily Yellowstone journal., 1888-09-28
A WITCH STORY.

village that in one sense Of the word
was nameleSs. 1t was known, however,
throughout the surrounding country as
the Nagot hamlet. Its dwellings were
almost mere huts, small and meanly
constructed, and the inhabitants lived in
the most abiect poverty. They barely
eked out a miserable support by cutting
wood from the forests surrounding them
and selling it TO purchasers in the city.
Those of our readers who have ever
Travelled through the south Of France
have seen scattered about the traces OF
an almost lost race, separate and distinct
from the mass of the inhabitants Of the
country. In the middle ages this com
munity was quite large, but they grad
ually died out under the injustice and
oppression with which they were treated
by their neighbors. Forced TO remain
by themselves, and cut off from all the
social advantages Of other people, fire.
quent intermarriages Were not slow in
producing a dwarfed and really inferior
race. Some of these people managed 10
make their way to this city, but it seems
that the feelings engendered against
them on the other side followed them
here.
In the eyes of the people, both here
and in France, the Nlgots were infidels,
heathens, prisoners, ~worshipers of Satan,
and it wasa favorit suspicion with them
that these poor wre ,hes lived chiefly on
hsapauu Il..1 aVl hat tl..4 .r.y. ,.alr
wolves-that is, Possessed of power TO
assume at p~leasurs the form of a wolf,
and TO pursue the destructive habits of
that terrible monster.
The hamlet, however, had n friend in
one Eben Kershaw, a venerable and
worthy old gentleman. who was famil-
iarly called Uncle Eben." This kind
old man pitied the outcasts, and his heart
warmed to them as he daily saw the in
justice which was heaped upon them.
One day Uncle Eben" abstractedly
wandered beyond the limits of the ham
let, when suddenly he was startled from
his reverie by a loud shout. Looking up
he SAW a young girl flying in terror be-
fore a crowd of people who were pursu-
ing her with boots and curses.
The girl saw him, and, rushing toward
him, fell to his feet and chung to his
coat.
Save me, Uncle Eben!'" she cried,
imploringly.
The good man waved the crowd back
sternly and demanded what they wanted
of the girl.
''She is a devil-a wehrwolf," said one
of the crowd, a stout, burly fellow.
1--WE want her life before she fattens on
more of u blood"
"Unclc Eben' gazed at the crowd
scornfully for a moment, and then,
drawing the girl closer 10 him, said
calmly: This is no wehrwolf. She is
n Of Gods children. Let him who
dares touch her at his peril" lie then
led her safely TO the hamlet.
"Whnt have you done. MarieY' asked
''Uncle Eben," as they went along.
Nothing, uncle. They found me neal
the edge Of the forest and said | was q
wehrwolf. and threatened TO kill me-"
''What we're you doing in the forest,
my child2'
The girl blushed and hung her head.
mo doubt you were there TO meet a
lover. Is it soY"
The girl was still silent; but the blush.
ing face answered linn and he contin-
ued:
'Is he Of your own race, Mariei'
HE is not, uncle. He belongs there"
and she pointed TO the village.
MY good girl" said the Old man,
kindly, II don't think this is right. You
must be careful Of the people in the vii
lage. They don't consider you their
equal, and | do not believe they will act
honorable with YOU. Let them alone, or
you will hive cause TO repent"
"But Alfred Tompkins is brave and
honorable, uncle" Marie exclaimed in.
dignantly. HE loves me, though / am
a poor, downtrodden Nagot. And why
should he not love met have beauty,
and am as worthy Of him as any of the
I'M in the village who sneer at me as
they pass me by"
The girl spoke rapidly and with PCS.
sion. end her face seemed 10 the good old
man more beautiful than anything he had
ever seen.
Marie was the daughter Of an old
widow living in a small cottage. Her
mother had been bed ridden for more
than a year, and now awaited her daugh-
ter's coming with impatience. She knew
that Marie had gone TO the forest, and,
knowing the hatred which wal felt for
the Nagots, feared hat some harm had
befallen her. As the young girl entered
at last, she asked her sharply what had
detained her 30 long; and Marie told her
IL her adventure with the townspeople.
Course theml' shrieked the old dame.
"They murdered your father, child, and
now they would take you from me. oh,
that / were a wolff | would tear them,
l warrant me. Girl, girl, IL ever you
love n Of them, as / did once when i
was young, you will repent IL bitterly.
You had better die first"
Marie shuddered. Twice in an hour shs
had received this warning, and she could
not shake of the feeling which IL threw
over her. Still she could not give up her
love for Alfred, even though he did be.
long 10 the townspeople. He wasa young
man, a few years older than herself, and
had first met her In the forest and had
saved her. She had returned his passion
from the first, and all Of their meetings
had been held In the woods
On the morning when our story opens
he had met her In the forest, and upon
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