The Forrest City times., 1894-07-27
FORREST CITY, ARK, FRIDAY AFTERNOON, JULY 27 1884,

ketS rom tne SQuoW, ana once wn0o the boys tried to stone her. he had GOV. cred her body with his own. There was still scar on his cheek from tho blow of stone which one young ras- cal had flung at him. French Lefebre had once struck this very woman, who was still young and good-looking. Was it possible that the Sc remnants of their race had met to avenve their wrongs? No one would even dream of such a thing. They would doff their paint and go slouching about in their usual noiseless manner, and ensnare fresh victims. And there was the judges daughter, too!
 "Got to say, say him quick" said ln- jun Joe. lingering his knife with an artistic precision which was not nice to witness.
 Il reckon if you've made up your minds, gentlemen" said Barney, tits no use my spolin' this yere funeral"
 Injun Joe sprang at him with the knife, and Barney thought of the judges daughter and said little prayer. If he had to go under to avenge the wrongs of this last remnant of their race it was no use attempting to argue the matter when they held all the cards.
 Injun Joe made a slight gash in Bar ney's arm and drew back. The other four Indians did the same. Then, the woman came forward, bound up his arm and cut him loose.
 Barney continued smoking with un- disturbed gravity. It had all flashed upon him in second. This was the Indian method of showing apprecia- tion of the way in which he had saved the squaw. He had become a blood- brother of the last of the Iroquois. He wondered if they would expect him to sell Indian toys in Moose valley or to shoot at the was sure to miss them) Ave cent pieces with arrows. Him heap brave," said Injun Joe. with painful disregard of Fenimore Cooper's studied and grammatical phrases. Him heap brave. Him white man."
 An the show is over?" asked Bar ney, stretching himself. The others had disappeared. Only Indian Joe and the squaw remained. They fell into Indian file and marched down to the beach. through the long somber ranks of the pines. Then they entered into Point.
 Barney met Injun Joe in the village next day. That worthy was loafing round with string of fish. Barney thought he must have been dreaming and that it would be better to avoid Davis pain killer as stimulant in fu- ture It was little too powerful in it's after effects. But as he sat on the veranda that evening with the judges daughter, she gave little shriek and turned white.
 ing to reassure her.
 Your sleeve is slashed, and there is blood on it, she said. Barney, Barney, you have been quarreling again"
 ..I sorter remember fallin' off the woodpile," said Barney. with unblush- ing mendacity. II reckon it shook me up, an I'll go early tonight"
 ..Curious folk. wimmen are" unused Barney, as he wended his way in the direction of the Point. Shed never believe I'm an Iroquois bra-e if l talked for month. She'd say it was all that Painkiller."
 Injun Joe was sitting by his fire, making nets. Why does my red brother toll for the paleface?" said Barney, calling up recollections of Deerslayer, etc. "He is a squaw-a catfish. Ughr'
 In]un Joe's sphinx-like face gleamed faintly for a moment at the word brother" Then he went on quietly making his nets. But French Lefebre was never seen again.-G. E. Burgin, in Detroit Free Press.