Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-10-30

onc-of how the lugitiVe escaped. They
were wild looking fellows, most of
them somewhat intoxicated all pro-
fuscly liberal with their stock of pic
turcsque profanity. They represented
the toughest element of the well nigh
lawless post.
I'm positive that he's wounded"
said one. Jacques and | shot at him
together, so that our pistols sounded
just as if only one had been fired
bang, that way-and lie leaped side
ways for all the world like bird
with broken leg. | thought he'd fall;
but We. he ran EASTERN ever, and all at
once he was gone-just disappeared.
"Well tomorrow we'll get him." said
another. You and | and Jacques,
we'll take up his trail, the thief and
follow him till we find him. He can't
get off SO easy"
II don't know so well about that"
said another. ITS Long Hair, you must
remember and Long Hair is no com
mon buck that just anybody can find
asleep. You know what Long Hair is.
Nobody's ever got even with i'm yet.
That's so, amt 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, Redeemed the grass and
11r1 of ho hn1
and ended close to the water. into
which it looked as if he had plunged
with a view to battling pursuit. In
deed pursuit was bafiied. 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 fat cat this minute, and as
drunk as the devil. He'll get some O
yer scalps yet after he's guzzled all
that brandy and slep' a week"
1t finally transpred that Oncle Jazon
was partly right and partly wrong.
Long Hair was alive, even as a 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 it 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 its 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 Roussillon place, which was at the
head of a narrow street laid out in n
direction at right angles to the river S
course. He passed two or three dimin-
utive 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 CHANGED to be visible
His air would be regarded as violently
briganhish in our day We might
even 20 so far as to think his whole
appearance comical. His jaunty cap
with tail that wagged as he walked
his short trousers and leggings of buck
skin and his loose shirtlike tunic. draw
in at the waist with a broad belt. gave
his strong figure just the dash of wild
ness suited to the armament will
which it was weighted. \ heavy guI
lay in the hollow of his shoulder, un
der which hung an otter skin bulle
pouch with its clear powder horn ant
white bone charger. In his belt were
two huge fiintlock pistols and a Ions
case knife.
Bon jour, Mile Adrienne," he cheeril!
called" waving his free hand in greet
ing to small, dark lass standing OF
the step of n veranda and indolentl!
swinging broom. Comment alleZ
vous au jourd 'huiT
"Jm'porte tres ben, merci," M'sieu
Rene" was the quick response. "E
vous:"
"Oh, I'm as lively as a cricket"
"Going a-huntingT'
"No, just up here little way-jus
on business-up to M'sieu' Roussillon'
for moment
"Yes,' the girl responded in a ton
indicative of something very lik
spleen. Eyes, undoubtedly, M'sieu' d
ROnville. Your business there seem
quite pressing of late. l have notice
your Industrious application to tina
; business"
''Ta-ta little one" he wheedled, low
ering his voice you mustn't go t
: making bugbears out of nothing"
"Bugbears.' she rctorted. You e
on about your business, and I'll atten
to mine" and she flirted into the house
Rene laughed under his breath. stand
ing Il moment as if expecting her
come out again. but she did not, an