Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-11-18
MARY FAREWELL CATH

name.
 The chief maintained silent dignity
 "come, sir. let me have your Indian name! I can hear 1t if I cannot repeat it."
 Silently contemptuous, my father turned toward me.
 "Stop, sirw the man in the horn spec tacles cried. What do you wantT
 ''I want my boy"
 "Your boy? This lad is white."
 My grandmother was white." con descended the chief. "A white prison. CT from Deerfield. Eunice Williams"
 "I see, sir. You get your Williams mother white, too?"
 "No. Mohawk"
 'Why, man, his body is like milk! He is no son of yours"
 The chief marched toward me.
 ''Let him alone! If you try to drag him out of the manor will appeal to the authority of Le Ray de Chau- mont''
 My father spoke to me with sharp authority
 "Lazarrep'
 "What do you call him?" the little man inquired. ambling beside the chief.
 "Eleazer Williams is his name. But in the lodges. at St. Regis, every where. it is Lazarre."
 How old Is heY'
 "About eighteen years"
 'Well,s Thomas Williams" said my fretful guardian. his antagonism melt ing to patronage, "I will tell you who I am, and then you can feel nc anxiety. am Dr. Chantry. physician to the Count de Chaumont. The lad cut his head open on a rock, diving in the lake. and has remained uncon. scious ever since. This is partly due to an opiate have administered to insure complete quiet, and he will not awake for several hours yet. He re- ceived the best surgery as soon as he was brought here and placed in my hands by the educated Oneida, Skene- donk.'
 q was not near the lodge" said my father. q was down the lake. fish, ing"
 'I have bled him once, and shall bleed him again, though the rock did that pretty effectively. But these strapping young creatures need ire quent blood letting"
 The chief gave him no thanks. and I myself resolved to knock the little doctor down if he came near me with knife. .g@sr
 "In the absence Count de Chau- mont, Thomas" he proceeded, .'I may direct you to go and knock on the cooks door and ask for something to eat before you go home"
 II stay here," responded my father.
 "There is not the slightest need of anybody's watching beside the lad to- night, was about to retire when you were permitted to enter He is sleep ing like an infant
 ''He belongs to me-" the chief said.
 pr. Chantry jumped at the chief in rage. es <
 aFor Gods sake, shut up and go about your business!
 My fathers hand was on his hunting knife, but he grunted and said nothing. pr. Chantry himself withdrew from the room and left the Indian in posses sion.
 My father sat down on the floor at the foot of my couch, where the wax light threw his shadow, exaggerating its unmoving profile. noticed one of the chairs he disdained as useless, though when eating or drinking with white men he sat at table with them. The chair saw was one that I faintly recognized as furniture of some pre- vious experience, slim legged, grace fully curved and brocaded. Brocaded was the word. I studied it until fell asleep.
 The sun, shining through the protect ed windows, instead of glaring into our lodge door, showed my father sit ting in the same position when I woke and Skenedonk at my side. liked the educated Iroquois. He was about ten years my senior. He had been taken to France when stripling and was much bound to the whites, though liv- ing with his own tribe. Skenedonk had the mildest brown eyes ever saw outside a deer's head. He was bald Indian with one small scalp lock.
 l tossed the cover back to spring out of bed with whoop. But woman in q high cap with ribbons hanging down to her heels and dress short enough to show her shoes stepped into the room and made courtesy. Her face fell easily into creases when she talked and gave you the feeling that it was too soft of flesh. Indeed her eyes were cushioned all around. She spoke and Skenedonk answered her in French. The meaning of every word broke through my mind as fire breaks through paper.
 ''Mme de Terrier sent me to inquire how the young gentleman is."
 Skenedonk lessened the rims around his eyes. My father grunted.
 Did Mime. de Terrier say the young geEtlemanY" Skenedonk inquired.
 "I was told to inquire. I am her servant Ernesune," said the woman, her face creased with the anxiety of responding to questions.
 ''Tell Mime. de Terrier that the young gentleman is much better and will go home to ths~Aodges today"