The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-07-16
BY MAURICE

had often seen hima bout town, a fig
ure not to be forgotten
They've been hunting him every
where" he said in a half whisper TO
Alice. clutching the skirt of her dress.
Its Long Hair, the Indian who stole
the brandy: I know him"
Alice reeoiied pace or two
Let's go back and tell en- Jean
added. still whispering, they want 10
Kill him; OLcle Jazon said so. Come
on"
He gave her dress a jerk; but she did
not move any farther back; she was
looking at the blood oozing from a
wound in the Indians leg.
He is shot, he is hurt. Jean. We
must help him." she presently said, re-
covering her self-control, yet still pale.
I'VE must get him out of that bad
place"
Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit
with sympathetic readiness, and
showed Immediate willingness TO aid
her.
1t was difficult thing to do; but
there was A will and of course a way
They had knives with which they cut
willows to make a standing place on
the mud. While they were doing this
they spoke friendly words to Long
Hair. who understood French a little,
and at last they got hold of his arms,
rugged, rested, tugged again, and final
ly managed to help him to a dry place
still under the willows, where he could
lie more at ease. Jean carried water
in his cap with which they washed the
wound and the stOlid savage face. Then
Alice tore up her cotton apron, in which
she had hoped to bear home a load of
lilies, and with the strips bound the
wound very neatly. 1t took a long time,
W ha Tn 7.fn Gi-
lent and apparently quite Indifferent.
Long-Hair was a man of superior
physique, tail, straight, With the mus
cles of a Vulcan: and while he lay
stretched on the ground half clad and
motionless. he would have been a grand
model for an heroic figure in bronze
Yet from every iineament there came a
strange repelling influence, like that
from a snake. Alice felt almost IN
bearable disgust while doing her Dler-
ciful task; but she bravely perseyered
until it was finished.
1t was now late in the afternoon, and
the sun would be setting before they
could reach home.
I'VE must hurry back, JEAN Alice
said, turning to depart. at viii be all
we can do to reach the other side N
daylight. I'm thinking that they'll be
out hunting for US. too. if We don't
She gave the Indian another ,,laace
when she had taken but a step. He
grunted and held up something in his
understanding that shone with a dull
yellow light 1t was small, oval, god
locket which she had always worn in
her bosom. She sprang and snatcaed
it from his palm.
THANK YOU" she exclaimed, smiling
gratefully. Il am so glad you found
it"
The chain by which the Iocket had
hung was broken, doubtless by :. me
while dragging Long Hair
out of the mud. and the lid had sprung
open, exposing a miniature portrait Of
Alice, painted when she was a little
child, probably not years old It was
a sweet baby face, archly bright, al
most surrounded with a fluff Of golden
hair. The neck and the upper line of
the plump shoulders, with a trace Of
richly delicate lace and a string of
pearls, gave somehow a suggestion CT
patrician daintiness.
Long-Hair looked keenly into AIice's
eyes, when she stopped to take the
locket from his hand. but said moth
ing.
She and Jean now hurried away, and,
so vigorously did they paddle the pi-
rogue, that the sky was yet red in the
west when they reached home and duly
their expected scolding from
RoussilIon-
Alice sealed Jeans lips as to their
adventure; for she had made up her
mind to save Long-Hair if possible,
and she felt sure that the only way
to do it would be to trust no one but
Father Beret
It turned out that Long Hairs wound
was neither a broken bone nor a cut
To-
between the hip and the knee, was
pierced; the bullet had bored a neat
hole clean through. Father Beret took
the case in hand. and with no little
skill proceeded to set the big
Indian upon his feet again. The affair
had to be cleverly managed. Food,
medicines and clothing were surrepti-
tiously borne across the river; a bed
Of grass was kept fresh under Long
Hairs back; his wound was regularly
and finally his weapons
tomahawk. a knife. a strong bow and
L culver of arroWs-w hich he had hid
den on the night of his bold theft, were
brought to him
Now go and sin no more" said good
Father Beret: but he well knew that
his words were mere puffs of articulate
wind in the ear Of the grim and silent
savage, who Iimped away with an air
n load fell from Alice's mind when
Father Beret informed her of Long
Hairs recovery and departure Day
and night the dread lest some of the
men should find out his hiding place
and kill him had depressed and worried
her. And now, when it was all over,
there still lowered Ike an elusive
shadow in her consciousness a vague
haunting impression of the Incidents
immense significance as an influence in
her life To feel that she had saved A
man from death was a new sensation
Of itself; but the man and the circum-
stances were picturesque; they invited
imagination; they furnished an atmOs-
phere of romance dear to all young
and healthy natures, and somehow
stirred her soul with a strange ap-
peal
Long Hairs imperturbable calmness.
his stolid, immobiIe countenance. the
mysterious reptiiian CLEAN of his shifty
black eyes, and the soulless expression
always lurking in them, kept a fasci-
hating hold on the girls memory. They
blended curiously with the impressions
eft by the romances she had read in
NJ Roussillon's widowed books.
Long Hair was not a young man: but
t would have been impossible to guess
near his age. His form and face sius1iy
showed long experience and immeasur-
able Vigor. Alice remembered with a
sensation the look he gave !
her when she took the locket from his
hand. 1t was Of but a seconds C1ra-
ion. yet II seemed to search every nook
)f her being with its subtle power
R0mancerS have made much of their