Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-11-11
10 resumed h1s walk singing softly:
"Elle a les joues vermeilles, vermeillee
Ma hAllA mn halln .,o&i&a

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he resumed his walk singing softly:
~Elle a les joues vermeilles, vermeilles:
Ma belle. ma belle petite"
But ten to one he was not. thinking of
Mile. Adrienne Bourcier.- His mind,
however, must have been Accordingly
occupied, for in the straight, open way
he met Father Beret and did not see
him until he came near buml ing against
the old man, who stepped aside with
astonishing agility and said:
"Dieu vous benisse, mon fills, but
| what is your great hurry? Where can
you be going in such happy haste?'
Rene did not stop to parley with the
priest. He had in his mind what he
was going to say when Alice and he
pretty speech, he thought-indeed a
very thrilling little speech by the way
! it stirred his own nerve centers as he
conned it over.
Nine. Roussillon met him at the door
in not very good humor.'
us Mile: Alice here?' he ventured to
demand.
"'Alice? No, she's not here; she's
never here Just when 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. II haven't seen her
fhoco hnnpo hor hot
rascally hunchback, Jean. They're up
to some mischief, I'll be bound!"
Nine. Roussillon puffed 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"
| Rene's 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.
He 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 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 a pirogue to see
II 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 it's PROV 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 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 to engulf him bodily;
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 cry when
she saw those snaky eyes glistening so
sayagely amid the shadows. But Jean
was quick to recognize Long Hair He
had often seen him about town, figure
not to be forgotten.
| '"They've been hunting him every
where" he said in a half whisper to
Alice, clutching the skirt of her dress.
Its Long Hair, the Indian who stole
the brandy. I know him.
! Alice recoiled a pace or two.
Lets go back and tell EN-" Jean
added, still whispering. 'They want to
kill him; Oncle Jazon said so. Come
on!
He gave her dress a jerk. but she
did not move any farther back. She
was looking at the blood oozing from a
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
1--WE must get him out Of that bad
place."
Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit
with sympathetic readiness and
showed immediate Willingness to aid
her.
1t was a difficult thing to do, but
there was will and Of course way.
They had knives with which they cut
willows to make a standing place OH
the mud. While they were doing this
they spoke friendly words to Long
Hair, who understood French a little,
and at last they got hold Of his arms,
tugged, rested, tugged again and finally
managed to help him to dry place,