The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-10


Hair presently came struggling back
with their stories-each had a distinct
one--of how the fugitive escaped. They
were wild looking fellows. most of
them somewhat intoxicated, all pro
fusely liberal with their stock of pic
turesque profanity. They represented
the toughest element of the well nigh
lawless post.
I'm positive that he's wounded"
said one. Jacques and | shot at him
together. so that our pistols sounded
just as If only one had hocn fired
bang. that way-and he lcaped side
ways for all the world like bird
with broken leg. thought he'd fall;
but ve he ran EASTERN ever, and all at
once he was gone-just disappeared"
"Well. tomorrow we'll get him." said
another You and | and Jacques,
well take up his trail. the thief, and
follow him till we find him. He cant
get off so easy"
81 don't know 50 we'll about that
said another ITS Long Hair, you must
remember, and Long Hair Is no com.
mon buck that Just anybody can find
asleep. You know what Long Hair is.
Nobody's ever got even with i'm, yet.
That's so amt 1t? Just ask OnClc
Jazon, If you don't believe it,
The next morning Long Hair was
tracked to the rivers edge. He had
been wounded. but whether seriously
or not could only be conjectured.
sprinkle OF blood, here and there quite
a dash OF II, Redeemed the grass and
clumps of weeds he had run through,
and ended close to the water, into
which 1t looked as If he had plunged
with view to battling pursuit. In
deed pursuit was baffied. No further
trace could be found by which to fol
low the cunning fugitive. Some of the
men consoled themselves by saying.
without believing, that Long Hair
was probably lying drowned at the bot
tom of the river.
"Pas du tout" observed Oncle Jazon,
his short pipe askew far over in the
corner of his mouth; mot Il bit of 1t Is
that Indian drowned. He's jes' rs
| live rs a fat cat this minute, and as
drunk as the devil. He'll get some o
| ,
that brandy and slep' week"
1t finally transpired that Oncle Jazon
was partly right and partly wrong.
Long Hair was alive, even AS "A fat
cat perhaps, but not drunk, for In try
ing to swim with the rotund little
dame jeanne under his arm he lost
hold of Il and It went Ito the bottom
of the Wabash, where II may be lying
at this moment patiently waiting for
some one to fish it out of its bed deep
in the sand and mud and break the
ancient wax from its neck!
Rene de Ronville, after the chase of
Long Hair had been given over, went
to tell Father Beret what had hap
pened, and, finding the priests hut
empty, turned into the path leading to
the Roussillon place, which was at the
head OF narrow street laid out In a
direction at right angles TO the rivers
course. He passed two or three dimln
utive cabins. all as much alike as bee
hives.
As Rene passed along he spoke with
gay French freedom to the danes
and lasses who CHANGED to be visible
His air would be regarded as violently
brigandish in our day. We might
! even 20 so far as to think his whole
appearance comical. His jaunty cap
with a tail that wagged as he walked
his short trousers and leggings Of buck
skin and his loose shirtlike tunic, drawn
in at the waist with broad belt, gave
his strong figure just the dash OF wild
ness suited to the armament will
which It was weighted. A heavy guI
lay in the hollow of his shoulder, un
der which hung an otter skin bulle
pouch with its clear powder horn anC
white bone charger. In his belt wer'
two huge fllntlock pistols and lonl
case knife.
4, Bon jour, Mile. Adrienne," he cheeril.
called" waving his free hand In greet
, Ing to small, dark lass standing oil
the step of veranda and INDECENT!
swinging broom. Comment alle2
vous an jourd'huiT
"Jm'porte tres bIen. merci," Msier
Rene" was the quick response. "E
yous?"
ooh. I'm as lively as IA cricket"
: Going a-huntingT
+, "No, Just up here a little way-jus
!. on busIness-up to M'sieu' Roussillon'
. for moment"
Eyes" the girl responded In ton
Q Indicative of something very Xix
9 spleen "Yes, undoubtedly, M'sieu' d
: Ronvllle. Your business there seem
quite pressing of late. | have notice
: your industrious application to tina
Y business"
< "Ta-ta. little one" he wheedled, low
n ering his voice. "You mustn't go
I making bugbears out Of nothing"
= "Bugbearsw she retorted. "You :
on about. your business, and I'll atten
: TO mine" and she filrted into the hous
i; Rene laughed under his breath, stan'
@ ing n moment as IL expecting her
= come out again, but she did not, an
It he resumed his walk singing softly:
Ellie a les joues vermeilles vermeilias