The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1903-09-02

"Why, man, his body is like mix!
He is no son of yours"
The chief marched toward me.
Let him alone. If you try to drag
him out Of the manor will appeal to
the authority Of lie Ray de Chau-
mont
My father spoke to me with sharp
authority
"LaZarre!'
"What do you call him. the little
man inquired. ambling beside the chief.
"Eleazer Williams is his name. But
in the lodges, at st. Regis, every
where, it is Lazarre."
"IIow old is hep
"About eighteen years
ssWell, Thomas Williams" said my
frettul guardian, his antagonism melt
ing to patronage, Il 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 rock, diving in
the lake, and has remained uncon-
scious ever since This is partly Que
to an opiate I have administered to
insure complete quiet, and he will not
awake for several hours yet. BE re-
ceived the best surgery as soon as be
was brought here and placed in my
hands By the educated Oneida, Skene-
donk"
'sI was not near the lodge" said my
father. IT was down the lake, fish
ing"
81 have bled him once, and shall
bleed him again, though the rock did
that pretty effectively. But these
strapping young creatures need fire.
quent blood letting
The chief gave him no thanks, and
T myself resolved to knock the little
doctor down if he came near me with
q knife.
"In the absence Of Count de Chau-
mont Thomas" he proceeded, u may
direct you to so and knock on the
cooks door and ask for something to
eat before you so home
81 stay here" responded my father.
sThere 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 sleep
ing like an infant"
He belongs to me-" the chief said.
DR.. Chantry jumped at the chief IN
rage.
sFor Gods sake, shut up and go
about your business"
My fathers hand was on his hunting
knife, but he grunted and said nothing
DR.. Chantry himself withdrew from
the room and left the Indian in posses
sion.
Nv father sat down on the floor at
the foot of my couch, where the wax
light threw his shadow, exaggerating 3
ITS unmoving profile. 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 family
recognized as furniture of some pre-
vious experience, slim legged, grace
fully curved and brocaded. Brocaded
was the word. I studied 1t until relI
asleep.
The sun, shining through the protect
ed windows, instead of glaring into
our lodge door, showed my father SIT
ting in the same position when I woke
and Skenedonk at my side. liked the
educated Iroquois. He was about ten
years my senior. He had been taken
to France when q STRIPPING and was
much bound to the whites, though Hv-
ing with his own tribe. SkeDedonk
had the mildest brown eyes I ever saw
outside a deer's head. he was bald
Indian with one, small scalp lock.
tossed the cover back to spring out
of bed with q whoop. But q woman
in a high cap with ribbons hanging
down to her heels and dress short
enough to show her shoes stepped into
the room and made 4 courtesy. Her
face fell easily into creases when sac
talked and gave you the feeling that II
was too soft of flesh. Indeed, her eyes
were cushioned all around. She spoke
and Skenedonk answered her IN
French. The meaning Of every word
broke through my mind as. fire breaks
through paper.
"Mme. de Ferrier sent me to inquire
how the young gentleman is"
Skenedonk lessened the rims around
his eyes. Ny father grunted.
Did Nine. de Ferrier say the young
centlemanT" Skenedonk inquired.
81 was told to inquire. l am her
servant Ernestine,'' said the woman,
her face creased with the anxiety Of
responding to questions.
Tell Nine. de Ferrier that the young
gentleman IS much better and will so
home to the lodges today"
.'She said I was to wait upon him
and give him his breakfast under the
doctors direction.
Say with thanks to Nine. de Ferrier
that I wait upon him.
Ernestine again courtesicd and made
way for DR.. Chantry. He came in
quite good natured and greeted all OF
US, his interiors, with q humility then
thought touching, but learned after
ward to distrust. My head already
felt the healing blood, and I was raven
Gus for food He bound it with fresl
bandages and opened box full o.
glittering knives, taking out Smal
sheath. From this he made a point ol
steel spring like lightning.
I'VE will bring the wholesome lance
again into play. my lad,' said DR.. Chan
try. I waited in uncertainty with my
feet on the floor and my hands on the
side Of the couch while he carefully re
moved coat and waistcoat and turned
up his sleeves.
"Ernestine, bring the basin,' he com
lnanded
My father may have thought the doc
tor was about to infict Yicariou:
puncture on himself. Skenedonk. witt
respect for civilized surgery, waited
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