Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1904-04-21

/ tracked TO the rivers edge. He lad
| been wounded. but whether seriously
or not could only be conjectGrsd. \
sprinkle OF blood. here and there quite
a dash Of i. reddened the grass and
c;umps cf weeds lie had run through.
and ended close to tile water. into
which It looked as if he had plunged
with view 10 battling pursuit. In
deed pursuit was bafiied. No further
trace could be found by which to fol
low tine cunning fugitive. Some OF the
mon consoled themselves by saying.
without believing. that Long Hair
was probably lying drowned at the bot
tom OF the river.
Pas Gu tout" observed Oncle Jazon.
his short pipe askew far over in the
corner of his mouth; mot bit OF II Is
that Indian drowned. He's jes' as
live as fat cat this minute, and as
drunk as the devil. He'll get some O
yer scalps yet after he's guzzled all
that brandy and siep' a 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 CT it and 1t went to the bottom
Of the Wabash, where it may be lying
at this moment patiently waiting for
some one to ish it out of its bed deep
in tire sand and mud and break the
ancient wax from its neckl
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 a narrow street laid out in n
direction at right angles to the rivers
course He passed two or three dlmin-
utive cabins. all as much alike as bee
hives.
AS Rene passed along he spoke with
a gay French freedom to the danes
and lasses who Glanced to be visible.
His air would be regarded as violently
brigandish in our day. We might
even 60 SO far as to think his whole
appearance comical. His jaunty cap.
with 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 with
which 1t was weighted. A heavy gun
lay in the hollow of his shoulder, un-
der which hung an otter skin bullet
pouch with its clear powder horn and
white bone charger In his belt were
two huge fiintlock pistols and a long
case knife.
"Bon jour, Mile Adrienne," he cheerily
called" waving his free hand in greet
ing to small, dark lass standing on
the step OF veranda and indolently
swinging n broom. Comment allez-
vous au jourd hui"
"J'm'porte tres blen, merci," M'sieu
Rene" was the quick response. "Et
tous?"
'Oh, I'm as lively as a cricket"
Going a-huntingT
1'No, just up here a little way-just
on business-up to M'sieu' Roussillon's
for q moment"
''Yes,' the girl responded in a tone
Indicative of something very like
bpIGtI- ltS, NJ Sleu dc
Ronville. Your business there seems
quite pressing Of late. have noticed
your industrious application to that |
business"
''Ta-ta, little one" he wheedled, low |
'ring his voice. "You mustn't go to
making bugbears out Of nothing
"Bugbearsw she retorted. you go
on about your business, and I'll attend |
to mine" and she fiirted into the house |
Rene laughed under his breath, stand |
ing moment as if expecting her to |
come out again, but she did not, and |
he resumed his walk singing softly:
"Eiie les joues vermeilles. vermeilles.
Ma belle. ma belle petite
But ten to one he was not thinking of |
Mile. AdrienGe Bourcier. His mind, |
however, must have been ahsorblngly |
occupied, for in the straight, open way |
he met Father Beret and did not see |
him until he came near humping 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
should be alone together. 1t was a
pretty speech, he thought-indeed n
very thrilling little speech by the way
1t stirred his own nerve centers as he
conned 1t over
Nine. Roussillon met him at the door
in not very goou humor.
"Is Mile. Alice here?" he yentured to
demand
"Alice? No, she's not here; she's
never here Just when 1 want her most.
via lie picbois ct la griveA lsee the
woodpecker and the robin eating the