Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1903-12-01

ington's fag.r'l shouted Oncle Jazon He
put his wiry little legs through sort
of pas de zephyr and winked III Hill
self with concentrated approval.
All the men danced around and yelled
till they were hOarSe.
BY this time Rene had re.c..cd = Ice S
side. but she did not see him. she ran
into the blockhouse and climbed up Il
rude ladder way. Then she appeared
on the roof. still accompanied ly Rene.
and planted the staff in q crack OF RE
slabs. where it stood bravely up. the
colors floating free. She turned about
to descend and for the first the siw
that Rene had followed her. His face
was heamin%.
what .irl you are" he exclaimed
in tone of eXultant admiration.
Never was there another like you.'
Alice walked quickly past him with
ont spcahing. for down in tn" space
where SOME women were h:dd!cd asia"
from the crowd. looking on, she had
seen little Adricnne Bourcier. She
made haste to descend. Now that her
impulsiveiy chosen enterprise WAS COM
pleted her bOldneSS deserted her ana
she slipped out through Il dilapidnted
poStcrn opposite the crowd. On nor
RIGHT was the river, while southwark
before her lay Il great fiat plain, beyond
which rose some hllocks 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 Il 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 di
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 Il great relief
| InCe>d. so relaxed were her nerves that
4 sii.h, movement in the grass and cat
tail flags near by startled her painfully
making her jump like fawn.
Little friend not be 'fraid," said q
cultural voice in broken French. Lit
| lie friend not make noise"
At glance she recognized Long
Hair, the Indian, rising out of the mat
ted marsh growth. 1t was u hide0us
vision of embodied cunning, soulless
ness and murderous cruelty.
Not tell white man you see me!
he grlnted interrogatively, stepping
close to her He looked so wicked
that she recoiled and lifted her hands
defensively.
She trembled from head to foot, anc
her voice failed her, but she made 0
negative sign and smiled ut him, turn
ing as white as her tanned face coulC
become.
In his left hand he held his bow
while in his right he half lifted muir
derous looking tOmahawk.
What new flag mean?' he demand
ed, waving the bows end toward thu
fort and bending his head down Close
to hers. "Who yonder"
"The great American father has tax
en- us under his protection" she ex
plained. "We are big knives now.'
1t almost choked her to speak.
ugh, heap big fools!' he said with
dark scowl. Little friend much bii
fool"
He Strengthened up his tall form
and stood lee: ing ut her for some sec
onds, then ADDED:
Little friend get killed. scalped
maybe"
, The indescribable nobility of anina