Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1898-02-06
ABDUCTED BRIDE.
TWO YEARS OF HORROR ENDURED
in A WILD WILDERNESS.

Rescued Accidentally by u Guide WINE
Locating Came Prescrves--Hor Appear
ancc Was Most StarslinE-Tarribis Ret.
ributlon Soon Overtnkes tho AbdIct',r.
Jealous rage, caused by rejected love,
possession gained urlawfully and vio-
lently, sufferirgs too horrible for
calm contemplation due to the hru-
tally Of her tlendish abductor and a
]retribution more terrible than any
eve melted out by the savage Apaches
to a captured enemy, are the elements
which go to make up the pitiful story
of Rosie Pelletier, the abducted bride
OF Ellie Sirois. Of Lambert Lake. Two
years of horror in the wild wilderness
of Washington county woods passed
before any trace CT the missing wo-
man was found. Then followed the
swift ~retribution and the succeeding
months of agony with the brute who
caused all the woe, the groveling idiot
who believes himself to be a hog. This
is the story told by Joe Lacoot, the
famed Passamaquoddy scout and trap
per.
Rose Peiletier two years ago was a
joyous bride. She loved and was be-
loved by Ellie Sirois. She was also be
loved by Peter Bubeer, a F~rench-Can-
adian. Peter pressed his suit with
artor. but in vain. He swore to kill
the girl and that o n other should
possess her. The ceremony tool place
in the morning. There was q dance
in the evening. When the wedding
party was at it's height Peter Bubecr
burst into the astonished assembly.
fired his shotgun into the ceiling. shot
the groom through the arm, and I'M
der cover of the confusion and smoke
carried away the bride. Out into the
dark night, into the wild woods he
ran. preventing his victim from MAX
ing any sound, although she could
hear the frantic calls of husband and
friends. From that moment to this
none of those friends lave ever laid
eyes on her. For over a year the dis
tracted husband sought her in the
wilderness, but without avail.
Lacoot had been employed by some
New York men to locate a game pre-
serve for them. He started for the
wi!ds of the north il on the econd
week struck Lake ~&yslodobis. He un-
dertook to cut across to Lake Sopan-
lea, so he took to The woods. AS he
was pushing along about 3 o'clock one
afternoon he arrived at L small pond.
AS he broke out into a clearer space be
suddenly espied what to his muse
ment proved to be large hogs. They
were not like the fat, round domes-
tic porker, but were rangy, gaunt and
thin.
But among them as they grubbed
and rooted in the underground, moved
an animal that startled the old hunter.
LacOot crept nearer. He squinted
through the bushes. The remarkable
animal was certainly a man-but such
a man! The only sembiance of cloth
ing was a wadding of cloth that was
spread over his back, evidently for
protection in some slight degree
against the sun and the rain. This
man was on his hands and knees and
was poking around in the soil after
food, as it seemed. Every few mo-
ments he would scoop out with his
hands a string of the wild potato, or
ground nuts. and 'hen would sit back
on his thighs and MUNICH them down.
Then he would again fall to digging
and to elbowing the hogs that were
inclined to crowd in where he was at
work.
But there was another surprise. A
quarter Of a mile further on he came
into a bit of a clearing. In the cen
ter of it was a little shack, built OF
birch bark and saplings and matched
deeply with spruce boughs. AS La
coot approached il a person rushed
out, and with q strill yell, evidently
of terror. went r~urping for the woods.
The Indian. seeing the long hair float
ing behind, and perceiving that de-
spite the ragged and almost unde-
cipherable attire that the garb once
had been a woman's dress, decided
that the fugitive was feminine. He
hallooed for her to stop.
Then Lacoot entered into a parley
with her and expl ined tina he madI-
tated no harm to any one, but was
merely going thr' ugh the woods on
business. The woman surveyed him
with increasing interest, and at last
asked him who he was and where he
came from.
I'm Joe Lacoot. or Minissewah in
Indian shouted the hunter, land
live at Lambert Lake"
Almost as soon as he had spoken
the m uttered another shrill cry,
and started on the run toward the as
tonished Indian and cried between her
sobs:
Are you really and truly Joe La
coot? Are o Joe Lacoot Of Lam
bert Lake? Don't you know me?"
Lacoot looked at the miserable wo-
man, at her rags and at her face,
brown with exposure, and at her
figure, bony and scrawny. In this
poor, half-starved creature, he could
recognize no one he had ever seen be-
fore.
Don't you know me at all?" she
cried again. why, I'm Rosie Pelle
tier; I'm really Rosie Pelletier."
Lacoot could scarcely believe the
evidence OF his ears and his eyes.
Rosie Peiletier?" he repeated.
Rosie Sirois?' he added.
Don't call me that" she cried.
Ellie won't ever van to see me again.
He won't ever al to call me his
wife"
After some soothing and persuasion
h grew calmer and brokenly told
her story.
Did O see anything when you
were coming through the woods" she
asked, shuddering.
Il saw some hogs and-and"-a