Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-11-11

In Qayugnt. I'm thinking that they'll
be out hunting for us, too, if we don't
move right lively. Come
She gave the Indian another glance
when she had taken but step. He
grunted and held up something in his
understanding that shone with a
dull yellow light. 1t was small,
oval, gold locket which she had al
ways worn in her bosom. She sprang
and snatched it from his palm.
'"Thank you," she exclaimed, smiling
gratefully. Il am so glad you found
It."
The chain by which the locket had
hung was broken, doubtless by some
movement while dragging Long Hair
out Of the mud, and the lid had
sprung open, exposing miniature por
trait of Alice painted when she was
little child, probably not two years old.
It was a sweet baby face, archly
bright, almost surrounded with fluff
Of golden hair. The neck and upper
line Of the plump shoulders, with
trace Of richly delicate lace and a
string Of pearls, gave somehow a sug-
gestion Of patrician daintiness.
Long Hair looked keenly into Alice's
eyes when she stopped to take the
locket from his hand, but said nothing.
She and Jean now hurried away, and,
10 vigorously did they paddle their
p1rogue, that the sky was yet red in
the west when they reached home and
duly received their expected scolding
from Nine. Roussillon.
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.
was neither broken bone nor a cut
artery. The flesh of his leg midway
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
surgical skill proceeded to set the big
Indian upon his feet again. The affair
had to be cleverly managed. Food,
medicines and clothing were surrepti-
uously borne across the river, bed of
grass was kept fresh under Long Hairs
back, his wound was regularly dressed
and finally his weapons-a tomahawk,
a knife, a strong bow and culver of
arrows-which he had hidden on the
night of his bold theft, were brought to
him.
Nov go and sin no MORE" said good
Father Beret, but he we'll knew that his
words were mere puffs of articulate
| wind in the ear of the grim and silent
savage, who limped away with an air
Of stately dignity into the wilderness.
A 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. Long Hairs imperturbahle calm
ness, his stolid, immobile countenance,
| the mysterious reptilian CLEAN Of his
shifty black eyes and the soulless ex-
preston always lurking in them kept
! fascinating hold on the girls memory.
They blended curiously with the i'm
pressions left by the romances she had
read in NJ. Roussillon's widowed books.
Long Hair was not a young man, but
| it would have been impossible to guess
near his age. His form and face sim
ply showed long experience and i'm
| measurable vigor. Alice remembered
| with shuddering sensation the look
| he gave her when she took the locket
| from his hand. It was Of but Sec
| ond's duration. yet it seemed to search
every nook of her being with it's subtle
power.
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