Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-09-29

W4GyS GOf &al the WOEfu lIkG D1Tu with broken leg. [ thought he'dsfalll but vel he ran faster'n ever, and all al once he was gone e-just disappeared"
 "Well, tomorrow we'll get him." said another. ''You and I and Jacques, we'll take up his trail, the thief, and follow him till we find him. He can't get off so easy"
 'T don't know so well about that" said another. 'It's Long. Hair, you must remember, and Long Hair is no com mon buck that just anybody can find Nobody's ever got even with i'm yet That's so, ain't it? Just ask Oncle Jazon, if you don't believe it?'
 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 a dash of it, reddened the grass and clumps of weeds he had run through, and ended close to the water, into which it looked as if he had plunged with a view to baf1tng pursuit. Tn deed pursuit was baff1ed. No further trace could be found by which to 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 a bit of it is that Indian drowned. He's jes as live as a fat cat this minute, and as drunk as the devil He'll get some O yer sealps yet after he's gHzzsea all that brandy and slep' week
 It finally transpired that Oncles JaDon was partly right and partly wrong. Long Hair was alive, even as 8 fat cat perhaps, but not drunk, for in try ing to swim with the rotund little dame jeanne under his arm he lost hold of 1t and it went to the bottom of the Wabash where it may be lying at this moment patiently waiting for some one to fish it out of it's bed deep in the sand and mud and break the ancient wax from its neck!
 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 to the Roussilion place, which was at the head of narrow street laid out in q direction at right angles to the rivers course. He passed two or three dimin- utfve cabins, all as much alike as bee hives.
 As Rene passed along he spoke with a gay French freedom to the danes and lasses who chanced to be visible His air would be regarded as violently brigandish in our day. We might even go so far as to think his whole appearance comical. His jaunty cap, with tafi that wagged as he walked; !; his short trousers and leggtngs 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 to the armament with which it was weighted. A heavy gun hay in the hollow of his shoulder, un- der which hung an otter skin bullet pouch with its clear powder horn and white bone charger. Tn his belt were two huge fintlock pistols and a long case knife
 "Bon jour, Mile. Adrienne," he cheerily called" waving his free hand in greet ing to small, dark lass standing on the step of a veranda and indolently swinging a broom Comment allez- vous au jourd ?"
 @Jm'porte tres bien, merci,'' M'sieu' Rene,' was the quick response 'FEt Vous?'
 tOh, I'm as lively as cricket"
 Going a-huntingT'
 'sNo, just up here a little way-just on business up to M'sieuS Roussillon's s for a moment"
 "Yes,'' the girl responded in a tone indicative of something very like spleen. "Yes, undoubtedly, Msieu' de Ronvtlle. Your business there seems quite pressing of late I have noticed your industrious application to that business
 "Ta-ta, little one,'' he wheedbed, low ering his voice. ''You mustn't go to making bugbears out of nothing ''Bugbearsr' she retorted. "You go on about your business, and I'll attend to mine," and she firted into the house. Rene laughed under his breath, stand ing moment as if expecting her to come out again, but she did not, and Ae resumed his walk singing softly:
 '1lle a les joues verrneilles, vermedilss, 1 Ma belle, ma belle petite"
 But ten to enc he was not thinking of Mile. Adrienne Bourcier. His mind i however, must have been absorbingly occupied, for in the straight, open way he met Father Beret and did not see him until he came near pumping against the old man, who stepped aside with astonishing agility and said:
 "Dieu yous benisse, mon fills, but what is your great hurry? Where car l you be going in such happy haste?'
 Rene did not stop to barley with the | priest. He had in his mind what he was going to say when Alice and he should be alone together. It was 8 ] pretty speech, he thought-indeed 8 i very thrilling little speech by the way it stirred his own nerve centers as he | NNnnad if ovor