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

| But ten to one he was not thinking OF
I Mile. Adriennc Bourcier. His mind
however. must have been Accordingly
occupied. for in the straight. open way
he met Father Bcret and did not see.
/ him until he came near humping against
the old man. who stepped aside with
astonishing agility and said:
"Dieu voiIs benisse. mon fills. but
what is your great hurry? Where can
you he going in such happy haste"
I Rene did not stop to parley with the
priest. He had in his mind what he
was going to say when Alice and he
should be alone together. 1t was
( pretty speech. he thought-indeed a
very thrilling little speech by the way
1t stirred his own nerve centers as he
conned it over.
Nine. Roussillon met him at the door
In not a very good humor.
as Mile. Alice here?' he ventured to
demand
"Alice? No. she's not here; she's
never here just when l want her most.
Via lie picbois ct la grive (see the
woodpecker and the robin eating the
cherries, eating every one of them, and
that girl running off somewhere instead
of staying here and picking them" she
rallied in answer to the young mans
polite inquiry. 81 haven't seen her
these four hours. neither her nor that
rascally hunchback, Jean. They're up
to some mischief, I'll be bound.'
Nine. Roussllon pulled audibly be-
tween phrases, but she suddenly be-
came very mild when relieved of her
TRADE.
"Mais entrez," she added in a pleas
ant tone, come in and tell me the
news"
Renes disappointment rushed into
his face, but he managed to laugh it
aside.
Father Beret has just been telling
me- said Nine. Roussillon, that our
friend Long Hair made some trouble
last night. How about it?"
Rene told her what he knew and
added that Long Hair would probably
never be seen again.
"Ie was shot, no doubt of it, he
went on. land is now being nibbled by
fish and turtles. We tracked him by
his blood to where he jumped into the
Wabash. He never came out"
Strangely enough, it happened that
at the very time of this chat between
Nine. Roussillon and Rene, Alice was
bandaging Long Hairs wounded leg
with strips of her apron. 1t was under
some willows which overhung the bank
of a narrow and shallow lagoon or
slough which in those days extended
mile or two back into the country
on the farther side of the river. Alice
and Jean went over in pirogue to see
if the water lilies haunting 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 higl
ashore. and were on the point of setting
out across a neck of wet, grassy lanC
to the pond, when a deep grunt moi
unlike that of a self satisfied pig, at
tracted them to the willows. where
they discovered Long Hair, badly
wounded. welterng in some black mud
His hiding place was cunningl!
chosen. save that the mire troubled
him. letting him down by slow degrees
and threatening to engulf him bodily
and he was now too weak to cXtrica t,
himself. He lifted his head and glarcd
His face was grimy. his hair matted
with mud Alice, although brave
enough and quite accustomed to start
ling experiences. uttered Il cry whei
she saw those snaky eyes glistening 81
savagcly amid the shadows. But Jeal
3, was quick to recognize Long Hair. III
had often seen him about town. figur
not to be forgotten.
"They've been hunting him every
where he said in a half whisper Il
Alice. clutching the skirt of her dress
It's Long Hair, the Indian who stol
the brandy | know him.
Alice recoiled pace or two.
Lets go back and tell en- Jeal
., added still whispering. "They want t
kill him; Oncle JaZon said so. Com
: on"
He gave her dress jerk, but sh
did not move any farther back. Sh