Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-01

mere Qe LnOrZn NaSlnLOn! LOoh, look! Little Alice and George Wash ington's flag!) shouted Oncle Jazon. He put his wiry little legs through sort of pas de zephyr and winked at him. self with concentrated approval
 All the men danced around and yelled till they were hoarse.
 By this time Rene had reached Alice's side, but she did not see him. She ran into the blockhouse and climbed up a rude ladder wtry. Then she appeared on the roof, still accompanied by Rene, and planted the staff in a crack of the slabs, where it stood bravely up, the colors floating free. She turned about to descend and for the first time saw that Rene had followed her. His face was beaming.
 What a girl you aren' he exclaimed in a tone of exultant admfra ton. -''Never was there another like you?
 Alice walked quickly past him with out speaking, for down in the space where some women were huddled aside from the crowd, looking on, she had seen little Adrienne Bourcier. She made haste to descend. Now that her impulsively chosen enterprise was com pleted her boldness deserted her, and she slipped out through a dilapidated postern opposite the crowd. On her right was the river, while southward before1her lay great flat plain, beyond which rose some hiliocks covered with forest. The sun blazed between masses of slowly drifting clouds that trailed creeping fantastic shadows across the marshy waste.
 Alice walked along under cover of the slight land swell, which then, more plainly marked than it is now, formed the contour line of hummock upon which the fort and village stood. A watery swale grown full of tall aquatic weeds meandered parallel with the bluff, so to call it, and there was soft, melancholy whispering of wind among the long blades and stems. She passed the church and Father Beret's hut and ! continued for some distance in the dl- rection of that pretty knoll upon which the cemetery Is at present so tastefully kept. She felt shy now, as if to run away and hide would be great relief. Indeed. so relaxed were her nerves that slight movement in the grass and cat tail flags near by startled her painfully, making her jump like lawn.
 Little friend not be fra1d," said a guttural voice in broken French. Lit l tie friend not make nofse.'' i fAt glance she recognized Long Hair, the Indian, rising out of the mat ted marsh growth It was hideofs vision of embodied cunning, soulless- ness and murderous cruelty. 54-.YY -I4s he grunted interrogatively, stepping close to her. He looked so wicked l that she recoiled and lifted her hands defensfvely
 She trembled from head to foot, and her voice failed her, but she made 8 negative sign and smiled at him, turn I ing as white as her tanned face could become.
 In his left hand he held his bow, while in his right he half lifted mur- derous looking tomahawk. 1 What new flag mean?'' he demand ed, waving the bows end toward the l fort and bending his head down close to hers. ''Who yonder?"
 ''The great American father has talk en us under his protection" she ex- plained we are big knives now" l It almost choked her to speak.
 '"Ugh, heap big fools!' he said with a dark scowl Little friend much big I fool"
 He straightened up his taTl form and stood 1eering at her for some sec l onds, then added:
 t Little friend get killed, scalped, ! maybe" N Nj
 The indescribable nobility of animal largeness, symmetry and strength showed in his form and attitude, but the expression of his countenance was absolutely repulsive- cold, hard, beast 1 ly.
 He did not speak again, but turned quickly and, stopping low, disappeared like a great brownish red serpent in the high grass, which scarcely stirred l as he moved through it.
 Somehow that day made itself strangely memorable to Alice. She had been accustomed to stirring scenes and sudden changes of conditions, but this I was the first time that she had ever Joined actively in a public movement of importance. Then, too, Long Hairs picturesque and rudely dramatic reap