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

Gle is shot; he is hurt, Jean; we
must help him." she presently said. re-
Covering her self control, yet still pale.
"We must get him out of that bad
place"
Jean caught Alices merciful spirit
with sympathetic readiness and
showed immediate willingness to aid
her
1t was a difficult thing to do. but
there was a 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 n little,
and at last they got hold of his arms,
tugged rested, tugged again and finally
managed to help him to dry place,
still under the willows, where he could
lie more at ease. Jean carried water
in his cap with which they washed the
wound and the stolid savage face.
Then Alice tore up her cotton apron, in
which she had hoped to bear home
load of lilies, and with the strips bound
the wound very neatly. 1t took a long
time, during which the Indian remained
silent and apparently quite Indifferent
Long Hair was man of superior
physique, tall, straight, with the mus
Giles of Vulcan, and while he lay
stretched on the ground, half clad and
motionless, he would have been
grand model for heroic figure in
bronze. Yet from every lineament
there came strange repelling influ-
ence, like that from a snake Alice felt
almost unbearable disgust while doing
her merciful task, but she bravely per-
severed until it was finished.
1t was now late in the afternoon and
could reach home.
1--WE must hurry back, JEAN" Alice
said, turning to depart. at will be
all we can do to reach the other side
in daylight. I'm thinking that they'll
be out hunting for us, too, if we don't
move right lively. Come"
She gave the Indian another glance
when she had taken but step. He
grunted and held up something in his
hand-something that shone with a
dull yellow light. 1t was small,
oval, gold locket which she had al
ways worn in her bosom. She sprang
and snatched it from his palm.
"Thank you" she exclaimed, smiling
gratefully. Il am so glad you found
it,"
The chain by which the locket had
hung was broken, doubtless by some
movement while dragging Long Hair
out of the mud, and the lid had
sprung open, exposing a miniature por
trait of Alice painted when she was
little child, probably not two years old.
1t was sweet baby face, archly
bright, almost surrounded with a fluff
of golden hair The neck and upper
line of the plump shoulders, with a
trace of richly delicate lace and n
string of pearls, gave somehow a sug-
gestion of patrician daintiness.
Long Hair looked keenly into Alice's
eyes when she stopped to take the
locket from his hand, but said nothing
She and Jean now hurried away, and,
so vigorously did they paddle their
pirogue, that the sky was yet red in
the west when they reached home and
duly received their expected scolding
from Nine. Roussilon.
Alice sealed Jeans lips as to their
adventure, for she had made up her
mind to save Long Hair if possible,
and she felt sure that the only way to
do it would be to trust no one but
Father Beret.
1t turned out that Long Hairs wound
was neither a broken bone nor cut
artery. The flesh of his leg, midway
between the hip and the knee, was
pierced. The bullet had bored a neat
hole clean through. Father Beret took
the case in hand and with no little
surgical skill proceeded to set the big
Indian upon his feet again. The affair
had to be cleverly managed. Food,
medicines and clothing were surrepti-
tiously borne across the river, a bed of
grass was kept fresh under Long Hairs
back, his wound was regularly dressed
and finally his weapons--a tomahawk,
n knife, a strong bow and culver of
arrows-which he had hidden on the
night of his bold theft. were brought to
him.
"Now 90 and sin no more" said good
Father Beret, but he well knew that his
words We're mere puffs of articulate
wind in the ear of the grim and silent
savage. who limped away with an air
of stately dignity into the Wilderness.
load fell from Alices mind when
Father Beret Informed her of Long
Hairs recovery and departure Day
and night the dread lest some of the
men should find out his hiding place
and kill him had depressed and worried
her. Long Hairs imperturbable calm
ness, his stolid, immobile countenance,
the mysterious reptilian CLEAN of his
shifty black eyes and the souless ex-
preston always lurking in them kept
a fascinating hold on the girls memory.
They blended curiously with the i'm
pressions left by the rOmances she had