The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1903-11-07

cherries, eating every one of them. and
that girl running or somewhere instead
OF staying here and picking them," she
rallied In answer to the young mans
polite Inquiry IL haven't seen her
these four hours. neither her nor that
rascally hunchback, Jean They're up
to some mischief, I'll be bounti"
Mmc. Roussillon puf'ed audibly he.
tween phrases. but she suddenly be
came very mild when relieved Of her
TRADE
"Mals ontrez." she added In pleas
ant tone come In and tell me the
news"
Rcnc's disappointment rushed into
his face, but Ee managed 10 laugh II
aside.
Father Beret has just been telllnr
me" said Nine Roussillon, that ouI
friend Long. Hair made some trouble
last night How about ~"
Rome told her whnt he knew and
added that Long Hair would probably
never be seen again.
"IIe was shot, no doubt Of IT," he
went on, "and Is now being nibbled by
fish and turtles We tracked him by
his blood 10 where he jumped Into the
Wabash. He never came out"
Strangely enough, Il happened that
at the very time OF this chat between
Nine. Roussillon and Rene. Alice was
bandaglng Long Hairs wounded leg
with strips OF her apron. II was under
some willows which overhung the bank
OF narrow aud shallow lagoon or
slough, which In those days extended
a mile or two back into the country
on the farther side OF the river Alice
and Jean went over In a pirogue to see
n the water lilies. haunting n pond
there, were yet beginning to bloom.
They landed at a convenient spot some
distance up the little lagoon, made the
boat fast by dragging its prov high
ashore, and We're on the point OF setting
out across a neck OF wet. grassy land
TO the pond, when a deep grunt, not
unlike that Of a self satisfied pig. at
tracted them 70 the willows, where
they discovered Long Hair, badly
wounded, weltering In some black mud.
His hiding place was cunningly
chosen, save that the mire troubled
him. letting him down by slow degrees,
and threatening 10 engulf him bodily;
and heswas now too weak to extricate
himself. He lifted his head and glared.
His face was grimy. his hair matted
with mud Alice. although brave
enough and quite accustomed 10 start
ling experiences. uttered a cry when
she saw those snaky eyes glistening so
savagely amid the shadows But Jean
was quick 10 recognize Long Hair. lie
had often seen him about town, a hgure
not TO be forgotten
They've been hunting him every
where" he said Ia a half whisper 70
Alice. clutching the skirt OF her dress.
Its Long Hair. the Indian who stole
the brandy. ! know him"
Alice recoiled pace or two.
Lets 20 back and tell EN-" Jean
added. stlli whispering "They want 20
kin him; Oncle Jazon said 80 Come
orr
He gave her dress jerk, but she
did not move any farther back. She
was looking a. the blood OOzing from q
wound IN the Indians beg.
"lie IS shot: be is burt. Jean; we
must help him." she presently said. 70
covering her self control, yet stDl pale
I'VE must get hlm out Of that bad
plaee."
Jean caught Allce's merclfm spirit
with sympathetic readiness aud
showed immediate willingness 10 AID
her
IL was q dincult thing 10 Co. bot
there was o win and " courss a way.
They had knives with which they cut
willows 10 make standing place on
the mud While tley were doing this
thar SPOKE friendly words "a Inns