The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-10
Alice OBJ 9T Vincennes.
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managed to help him to a Cry 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, lin
which she had hoped to bear home'a
load of lilies. and with the strips bound
the wound very neal ly. II took long
time, during which the Indian remained
silent and apparently quite Indifferent.
Long Hair was man of superior
physique, tall. straight, with the mus
cles of Vulcan. and while he lay
stretched on the ground, half clad and
motionless, he would have been a
grand model for heroic figure In
bronze. Yet from every llneament
there came strange rcpelling infiu-
ence, like that from snake. Alice felt
almost unbearable disgust while doing
her merciful task. but she bravely per.
severed until ii was finished.
II was now late in the afternoon and
the sun would be setting before they
could reach home.
ave must hurry back, Jean" Alice
said. turning TO depart. 1T 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 Il step. He
gruntcd and held up something in his
hand-somcthing that shonc with a
dull yellow light. 1t was n small,
oval, gold locket which she had al
ways worn in her bosom. She sprnng
and snatchcd it from his palm.
"Thank you" she exclaimed, smiling
gratefully II 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 lad
sprung open, exposing miniature por-
trait Of Alice painted when she was
little child, probably not two years old.
It was sweet baby face. arcSly
bright. almost surrounded with h1ff
u
line Of the plump shoulders, with
trace of richly delicate lace and
string Of pearls, gave somehow a sug-
gestion Of patrician daintness.
Long Hair looked keenly into Alice's
eyes when she stopped to take the
locket from his hand, but said nothing.
She and lean now hurried away, and,
80 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. Roussillon.
Alice sealed Jeans lips as to their
adventure, for she had made up her
mind to save Long Hair IL possible,
and she felt sure that the only way to
do 1t would be to trust no one but
Father Beret-
1t turned out that Long Hairs wound
was neither n broken bone nor cut
artery. The flesh of his leg, midway
between the hip and the knee, was
pierced. The bullet had bored 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, bed OF
grass was kept fresh under Long Hairs
back. his wound was regularly dressed
and finally his weapons-a tomahawk,
a knife, a strong bow and culver of
arrows-which he had hidden on the
night of his bold theft. were brought to
him.
Now 20 and sin no more" said good
Father Beret, but he well knew that his
words were mere puts of articulate
wind in the ear of the grim and silent
savage, who limped away with an air
Of stately dignity into the wilderness.
A 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 soulless 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
read In VI. Roussillon's widowed books.
Long Hair was not II young man, but
II would have been impossible to guess
near his age. His form and face sim
ply showed long experience and i'm
measurable vigor Alice remembered
with shuddering sensation the look
he gave her when she took the locket
from his hand. II was of but sec
onds duration, yet II seemed 10 search
every nook OF her being with its subtle
power.
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