Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-09-29

polite inquiry "I haven't seen her these four hours, neither her nor that rascaily hunchback, Jean. They're up to some mischief, I'll be bound!''
 Mime. Roussiilon puffed audibly be- tween phrases, but she suddenly be- came very mild when relieved of her tirade.
 "Mais entrez,' she added in a pleas ant tone, "come in and tell me the news.''
 Rene's disappointment rushed into his face, but he managed to laugh it aside :@ se-s
 Father ,Beret has just been telling me-" said Mime. RousslIion, "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.
 "He was shot, no doubt of tt,'a 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 Mime. 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 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 if the water lilies, haunting a pond there, were yet beginning to bloom. They landed at convenient spot some distance up the little lagoon, made the boat fast by dragging its prow high ashore, and were on the point of setting out across neck of wet, grassy land to the pond, when a deep grunt, not unlike that of self satisfied pig, at tracted them to the willows, where they discovered Long Hair, badly wounded Weiterfng in some black mud
 His hiding place was cunningly chosen, save that the mire troubled him, letting him down by slow degrees, and threatening to engu4f him bodily: and he was now too weak to extrhate himself. He lifted his head and glared. His face was grimy, his hair matted with mud. Alice, although brave enough and quite accustomed to start ling experiences, uttered a cry when she saw those snaky eyes gliStening so savagely amid the shadows. Buts.Eean was quick to recognize Long Hair. He had often seen him about town, ,aafianre not to be forgotten.
 They've been hunting him every where,p he said in half whisper to Alice, ciutching the skirt of her dress. "It's Long Hair, the Indian who stole the brandy. know him.
 Alice recoiled pace or two.
 Let's go back and tell 'em,'' Jean added, still whispering. t'They want to kill him; Oncle Jazon said so Come onp'
 He gave her dress jerk, but she did not move any farther back. She was looking at the blood oozing from 8 wound in the Indians leg,
 He is shot; he is hurt, Jean: we must help him." she presently said, re- covering her self control, yet still pale. .FWe must get him out of that bad place.
 Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit with sympathetic readiness and showed immediate willingness to aid her.
 It was difficult thing to do, but there was will and of course way. They had knives with which they cut willows to make standing place on the mud. While they. were doing this they spoke friendly. words to Long Hair, who understood French little, and at last they got hold of his arms, tugged. rested, tuggeds again and finally