The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1903-11-07

with their stories-each had distinct
ott}s-of how the fugitive escaped They
HtTe wild looking fellows, most Of
them somewhat intoxicated. all pro
fusely liberal with their stock OF pic
turesque profanity. They represented
the toughest element of the well nigh
lawless post
I'm positive that he's wounded" I"
said one. Jacques and l shot ut him
together so that our pistols sounded
just as IL only one had been fred
bang! that way-and he leaped side.
ways for all the world like bird
with n broken leg. l thought he'd fall;
but We! he ran EASTERN ever, and all at
once he was gone-just disappeared
"Well, tomorrow Wen get him." said
another "You and and Jacques,
wen take up his trail. the thief, and
follow him till we find him. lie can't
get OF so easy"
II don't know so well about that"
said another. Its Long Hair, you must
remember. and Long Hair is no com.
mon buck that just anybody can find
asleep, You know what Long Hair Is.
Nobody's ever got even with i'm yet.
That's so, amt It? Just ask Oncle
JaEon, II you don't believe itw
The next morning Long Hair was
tracked TO the rivers edge He had
been wounded, but whether seriously
or not could only be conJectured. A
sprinkle Of blood, here and there quite
dash Of 1t, Redeemed the grass and
clumps OF weeds he had run through,
and ended close to the water, into
which IL looked as IL he had plunged
with view to battling pursuit In
deed pursuit was batiled No further
trace could be found by which 20 fol
low the cunning fugitive. Some of the
men consOled themselves by saying,
without believing that Long Hair
was probably lying drowned at the bot
tom of the river.
"Pas du tout" observed Oncle Jazon.
his short pipe askew far over in the
corner of his mouth; mot bit OF It il
that Indian drowned. He's jes' as
live as fat cat this minute, and as
drunk as the devil Hen get some O
that brandy and slep' week"
II finally transpired that Oncle Jazon
was partly right and partly wrong
Long Hair was alive, even as a FAT
cat perhaps, but not drunk, for I'm try.
Ing 10 swim with the rotund little
dame jeanne under his arm he lost
hold Of IT and It went to the bottom
- A. NNahaab r,gka,.o e NAV ha Iuin0
at this moment patiently waiting for
some one to fish II out Of its bed deep
IN the sand and mud and break the
ancient wax from it's neckl
Rene de Ronville, after the chase Of
Long Hair had been given over, went
to tell Father Beret what had hap
pened, and, finding the priests hut
empty, turned into the path leading 10
the ROussillon place, which was at the
head Of a narrow street laid out In q
direction at right angles to the rivers
course. He passed two or three dimin-
utive cabins, all as much alike as bee
hives.
As Rene passed along he spoke with
a gay French freedom 10 the danes
and lasses who chanced 10 be visible.
His air would be regarded as violently
brigandish I'm our day. We might
even go so far as 20 think his whole
appearance cOmical. His jaunty cap,
with a tail that wagged as he walked;
his short trousers and leggings OF buck
skin and his loose shirtlike tunic, drawn
in at the waist with broad belt, gave
his strong figure just the dash OF wild
ness suited 70 the armament with
which Il was weighted. A heavy gun
lay I'm the hollow OF his shoulder, un-
der which hung an otter skin bullet
pouch with us clear powder horn and
white bone charger. In his belt " ERE
two huge fiintlock pistols aud long
case knife.
Bon four. Mile AdrienRe, +" he cheerily
called" waving his free hand In greet
ing 10 a small, dark lass standing on
the step OF a veranda and indolently
swinging broom. "Commeut allez-
vOus au jourd'huir
"Jm'p0rte tres bien, merci," Mslec'
Rene" was the quick response. "Et
yOusY'
"Oh, I'm as lively as a cricket"
"Golng abuntingr'
"No, just up here a little way-just
on business up 10 Msieu' Roussillon's
for moment"
'Yes," the girl responded In a tone
indicative OF something very like
spleen. Yes, undoubtedly, Msieu de
RonvIlle. Your business there seems
quite pressing OF late. / have noticed
your industrious application 10 that
business"
''Ta-ta, little one" be wheedled, low
ering bis voice "You mustn't go 10
making bugbears ont Of nothing"
"Bugbears. she ret0rted. "You 60
on about your business, end III attenf'
70 mine" aud she fiirted into the house
Rene laughed under his breath. stand
ing moment as II expecting her &
come out again. but she ala not and
be resumed his walk singing softly:
"Ells q les jouss vermeiiles, vermeiliss
Ma belle. ma belle peute"