The Washington times., 1902-08-17
"Richmond Pearson Hobson."
My father spoke to me with sharp au-

| My father spoke to me with snarp eu>i
thority-
| 'Lazarre!'
"what do you call him?" the little mani
inquired. ambling beside the chief.
"Eleazar Williams is his name. ButI
in the lodges. at st. Regis, everywhere
| it Is Lazarre.''
"How old is hep 81
About eighteen years."
well, Thomas Williams" said myj
| fretful guardian, his antagonism melting
to patronage, II will tell you who am,
and then you can feel no anxiety. I am
DR.. Chantry, physician to the Count de
Chaumont. The lad cut his head open
on n rock, diving in the lake, and has
remained unconscious ever since. This
| is partly due to an opiate have admin
i iistered to insure complete quiet; and he
will not awake for several hours yet. He
received the best surgery as soon as he
was brought here and placed in my
hands by the educated Oneida. Skene-
donk."
II was not near the lodge" said my
father. Il was down the lake, fishing"
81 have bled him once, and shall bleed
him again; though the rock did that
pretty effectually. But these strapping
young creatures need frequent blood
letting"
The chief gave him no thanks. and
myself resolved to knock the little doc
tor down if he came near me with
knife.
I'm the absence of Count de Chau-
mont. Thomas" he proceeded. Il may
direct you to go and knock on the
cooks door and ask for something TO
eat before you go horne.'
81 stay here responded my father.
There is not the slightest need Of
anybody's watching beside the lad to-
night. / was about to retire when you
were permitted to enter. He is sleeping
like an infant
HE belongs to me-" the chief said.
DR.. Chantry jumped at the chief in
rage.
For Gods sake, shut up and go about
your busiLessi
1t was like one OF the little dogs
in our camp swapping at the patriarch
of them all, and recoiling from
a growl. My fathers hand was on his
hunting knife; but he grunted and said
nothing. Ijr. Chantry himself withdrew
from the room and left the Indian in pos
session. Weak as / was l felt my in
sides quake with laughter. My very
first observation of the whimsical being
tickled me with kind of foreknowledge
of all his weak fretfulness-
My father sat down on the floor at the
foot of my couch, where the wax light
threw his shadow, exaggerating its un-
moving profile. I noticed one of the
chairs he disdained as useless; though
when eating or drinking with white men
he sat at table with them. The chair
saw was one that 1 family recognized
as furniture of some previous expert
ence, slim legged. gracefully curved, and
brocaded- Brocaded was the word. I
studied it until 1 fell asleep.
The sun, shining through the pro-
tected windows, instead of glaring into
our lodge door. showed my father sitting
in the same position when / woke, and
Skenedonk at my side. liked the edu-
Gated Iroquois. He was about ten years
my senior. He had been taken to France
when a STRIPPING, and was much bound
to the whites, though living with his
own tribe. Skenedonk had the mildest
brown eyes l ever saw outside a deer's
head. He was a bald Indian with one
small scalp lock. But the just and per-
feet dome to which his close lying ears
were attached needed no hair to adorn
it. You felt glad that nothing shaded
the benevolence of his all-over forehead.
BY contrast he emphasized the sullen-
ness of my father; yet when occasion
had pressed there never was reader
hand than Skenedonk's to kill.
l tossed the cover back to spring out
OF bed with whoop. But a woman In a
high cap with ribbons hanging down to
her heels. and a dress short enough to
show her shoes. stepped into the room
and made a courtesy. Her face fell
easily into creases when she talked. and
gave you the feeling that Ii was too
soft of flesh. Indeed, her eyes we're
cushioned all around. The meaning Of
every word broke through my mind as
fire breaks through paper.
Mime. de Ferrier sent me to inquire
how the young gentleman is
Skenedonk lessened the rims around
his eyes. My father grunted.
did Nine. de Ferrier say the young
gentleman" Skenedonk inquired.
81 was told TO inquire. am her
servant Ernestine.'' said the woman,
her face creased with the anxiety of re-
spending to questions.
Tell Nine. de Ferrier that the young
gentleman is much better, and will go
home to the lodges today"
"She said was TO wait upon him, and
give him his breakfast under the doc
tors direction.
Say with thanks to Nine. de Ferrier
that | Wa upon linn
ErneStine again courteSled. ana made
way for Dr. Chantry. He came in quite
g5od-natured. and greeted all of lis.
his interiors, with humility l then
thought touching. but learned afterward
to distrust. My head already felt the
healing blood and l was ravenous for
food He bound it with fresh bandages.
and opened a box Jul of glittering
knives, taking out small sheath. From
this he made a point of steel spring like
lightning.