Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-09-16
ALICE OF OLD vIncENNEs.


ma naged to help him to org 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 long
time, during which the Indian remained
silent and apparently quite Indifferent
Long Hair was q man of superior
physique, tall, straight, with the mus
cles of Vulcan, and while he lay
stretched on the ground, half clad and
motionless, he would have been a
grand model for. q heroic figure in
bronze. Yet from every lineament
there came strange repelling intlu-
ence, like that from snake. Alice felt
almost unhearable disgust while doing
her merciful task, but she bravely per-
severed until 1t was finished.
1t was now late in the afternoon and
the sun would be setting before they
could reach home.
1--WE must hurry back, JEAN Alice
said turning to depart. 1T will be
all we can do to reach the other side
In daylight. 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 a step. He
grunted and held up something in his
hand something that shone with
dull yellow light. It was small,
oval. gold lockat which she had al
ways worn in her bosom. She sprang
and snatcled 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 ror-
trait OF Alice painted when she was a
little cstild. probably not two years old
Ii was a sweet baby face. archly
BRIGHT. almost surrounded with fluff
OF golden hair. The neck and upper
line of the plump shoulders, with a
trace of richly delicate lace and n
string of pearls, gave somehow 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.
so vigorously Gid they paddle their
pirogue, that the sky was yet red In
the west when they reached home and
duly received their expected scolding
from Nine. Ronssillon.
Alice sealed Jeans lips as to their
for she had made up her
mind to save Long Hair II possible,
and she felt sure that tho only way to
do 1t would be to trust no one but
Father Beret
1t turned out that Long Hairs wound
was neither broken bone nor cut
artery. The flesh OF his leg midway
between the hip and the knee, was
pierced. The bullet had bored 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 surrepd-
tiously 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, strong bow and CULVER Of
arrows-which he had hidden 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 limped away with an air
of stately dignity into the wilderness.
A load fell from Alice's mind when
Father Bcret informed her of Long
Hairs recovery and departure. Day
and night the dread lest some Of the
men should find out his hiding place
md kill him had depressed and worried
lGl. AApuS IAdlI > ILpcitul OuUiC SdilA-
ness, his stohd, imnobile countenance,
The mysterious reptilian CLEAN of his
,hifty 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
,resstons left by the romances she had
'ead in NJ Roussillon's widowed books.
Long Hair was not q young man, but
t would have been impossible to guess
lear his age. His form and face SIM
by showed long experience and Inn
measurable vigor. Alice remembered
With shuddering sensation the look
he gave her when she took the locket
rom his hand. 1t was of but sec
nd's duration. yet it seemed to search
very nook Of her being with its subtle
'ower.
(To be continued.)