The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-27
THE nAGPIE By4 Jean Xavier Bonneau
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big buckskin horse-a powerful man. dark almost full blood. with fierce, square-jawed face and steady thought that he like forge fire, capable in stran, but destructive if earthquake should set the internal forces free.
 He conversed with the men in terse monosyllables, and then out for the mountains that stood brstling in warke attitude of protection the fir points pierc-
 Then began a fantastic flight and pursuit. The man found the fugitive wise in all the knowledge of wood craft She dodged and hiding in rocks and in the tops of trees underneath waterfalls in the dens of bears and in of cebound traess peaks. For understanding the language of the mountains, with brain as keen as hers and body stronger followed her trail closer and closer until last the trees and lakes abandoned and revealed her hiding place.
 He came upon her in the evening near the foot of the range. The valley lay below all pink and gray, with green boughs traced the She had been working downward the last few days, and filled with desperation and had reached lake that, nestng the raven. When Paul saw her he gave short sound of relief and joy.
 She was sitting on the edge of the water with her bruised feet projecting into the curling waves. About her still clung the yellow shawl, torn and faded The s had ip jet ba ss ha ed to sf her ders in immense rich of luscious undulations She gazing wide-eyed on the tremendous rise of the mountains beyond her, and her long, nky lashes reached her thick low, level brows. The mysterious straight and thick under lip had recalled to cretve and fascinating who wander from one end of the world to the other, but not to Pauhe had never was from the women of his trbe and feeling of uneasi ness came upon him.
 Turning suddenly she him and sprang, panther like, her feet then faced him in great wearness waiting for him. Paul squatted down his heels, and, laying his his knees commenced eisurely to roll cigarette.
 'You goin' take me now Paul Finlay?" she asked in her soft, drawling English filled him with surprise note the duness the misery the acquescence in her voice:
 After while she said in her same dull drawl, "You lead 1vnx hv The ceda ago, Paul Finlay?"
 "Ah!' He still rolled his cararette.
 I kill him cause he goin kill you thad nighd, Paul and kill him She ie' turned her head s wesgy You nod knowin 1 was near thad time, Paul Finlay" increasing weariness "There was gread stone thad ad ae nd hs ha might % doWn nod roll you Paul Fnlay."
 The cigarette fell from his fingers he sat looking at the darkening water. Att at once he spoke, gruf1y ercey and also in English instinctively knowing she did understand to any extent the language of ~You know me, what I am, meI bin de sheriff dis you back; boun by de law dis Ian talk you back She changed her position languldy easing one little goin' do with me?
 He replied, Put you in dat penitentiary jail" "Bu goin give back all the money" she said "All Paul Fnlay Her last sentence starting in certainty,
 
 T got nothin to do bout dat money" said Paul. q jus goin talk you back. Oats what got to do-dat's He rose to carry out his intentions reaching for her little hands that hung inerty by her sides She raised her strange eyes to his.
 T nod goin back, Paul Finay" she said q maybe pectedly, into the lake.
 Of course, Paul fine swimmer. He would have shaken himself and laughed after his ducking, then raced after his tired quarry capturing her before she he and bef0 he afer was red around the place where he went down. When he to the surface his unconscious face dropped backward and the girl it, from the place where she sds aso5e him st2ugsne ~ld to sa leseh the She saw him below her. going down again in the stained water. Weary and almost to exhaustion, When he came to his senses he cursed her, but he too weak to do else. The blow on his head caused saaas Ss e,T which S the se k as e M a h of the rescue he only realized that his condition 1pt hsr ss su e De h When One day when he opened his eyes he gazed around the mountains and forests as if he had come to him. her face very near She had her little hands on her singular face Then shut his eyes to try and make it out. The wild maginngs of his fever dreams came floating back a He a looked again-she did not seem gentle. All at once he felt her thick hair upon his naked breast.
 
 through him, causing every to jingle And thus the hunter and the hunted to dwell together in amity.
 As the days by Paul ceased curse this strange girl He cursed himself instead, and the day came when he cursed only the law At first he thought he would go back, but would stay up there in the hidden fortresses of the mountains with her forever But he realized that this utterly impracticabe that would be sent to search for him. perhaps searching already At last the problem grew upon him in such strength that he sat all day with his head in thoughtful lay him. watching him, almost succeeding in read ing every thought that went through his tortured bran He belonged to simple chd-like trbe one that has ever been direct He could see no way out. He, the sheriff. had been sent to catch this woman and now he did not wish to, could not-and what was to hap pen?
 She was far from simple The very complexity of her had brought things this pass She realized that she alone must find the solution the present predicament.
 Paul Finlay," she said, 'I goin' go down and give back those moneys goin down all 1one Paul Finlay, and then goin' to ask those mems nod to put in thad jail"