The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-02-27

| Long Hair presently came struggling
| back with their stories-each mad a
distinct one-of how the fugitive
| escaped. They were wild looking
fellows, most Of them somewhat in
toxicated, all profusely liberal with
their stock of picturesque profanity.
/ They represented the toughest
element of the well-nigh lawless post.
I'm positive that he's wounded"
/ said one. Jacques and I shot at him
! together. so that our pistols sounded
| Just as If only one had been fired
/ lang! that way-and he leaped side
/ ways for all the world like bird with
a broken leg. I thought he'd fall; but
| We! he ran Eastern ever, and all at
once he was gone; just disappeared"
well. tomorrow We'll get him." said
another. You and I and Jacques,
Wen take up his trail, the thief. and
| follow him till we find him. He can't
get off so easy"
Il don't know so well 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 It? Just ask Oncle
Jazon, If you don't believe itr'
| The next morning Long Hair was
| tracked to the rivers edge. He had
been wounded. but whether seriously
or not could only be conjectured. A
/ sprinkle Of blood, here and there quite
/ & dash af 1t, Redeemed the grass and
/ clumps of weeds he had run through.
ard ended close to the water into
which It looked as If he had plunged
with a view to battling pursuit. In
deed pursuit was baffied No further
trace could be found. by which to
follow the cunning fugitive. Some
Of the men consoled themselves by
saying, without believing, that Long
Hair was probably lying drowned ct
the bottom OF the river.
Pas du tout" observed Oncle ia
zon, his short pipe askew far over
III the corner of his mouth, mot
bit Of it is that Indian drowned. He's
les as live as a fat cat this minute.
and as drunk as the devil. He'll get
some O. yer scalps yet after he's guz-
zled all that brandy and slep' week"
II finally transpired that Once JaZon
was partly right and partly wrong.
I.ong-Hair was alive. even as fat
cat. perhaps: but not drunk. for In
irving to swim with the rotunda lit
tie dame Jeanne under his arm he
lost hold of it and it went to the bot
ION of the Wabash. where II may be
living at this moment patiently wait
ing for soma one to fish it out or 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 10 tell Father Beret what had
tappened. 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 a direction at right angles 70 the
rivers course. He passed two or
three dirninutive cabins, all as much
alike as bee-hives. Each had It's squat
veranda and matched or clapboarded
roof held in place by weight-poles
ranged in roughly parallel rows, ana
each had the face Of the wall under
/ its veranda neatly daubed with gray
ish stucco made Of mud and lime.
You may see such houses today in
some remote parts of the creole coun-
try Of Louisiana
AS Rene passed along he spoke with
a CAV French freedom to the danes
and lasses who CHANGED to be visible
His air would be regarded as violently
hrigandish in our day; we might even
90 so far as to think his whole APP
pearance comica1. His 1eunty cap
with a tail that wagged as he walked
| his short trousers and leggins OF buck
skin, and his loose shirt-hke tunlc,
drawn in at the waist with broad
belt. gave his strong figure just the
| dash of wildness suited to the arma-
ment with which It was weighted.
heavy gun lay in the hollow Of his
shoulder. under which hung an otter
/ skin buIlet-pouch with its clear pow
Ier-horn and white bone charger. In
his belt were two huge tttnt-lock PTS
tolls and long case-knife.
Bon jour. Ma'm'selle Adrienne," he
cheerily called. waving his free hand
IN greeting to a small. dark lass
standing on the step Of a veranda and
indolently swinging a broom. Com
ment allez-vous aujourd hui?"
I'm porte tres bien, merci, Mo sieu
Rene" was the quick response; 'et
vous?"
"Oh, I'm as lively as a cricket"
Going hunting?"
mo, just up here little way-just
IN business-up to Mo'sieu Roussil-
on's for a moment"
YES" the girl responded in a tone
| Indicative Of something very like
spleen, Eyes, undoubtedly, Mo'sIeu de
RonviIle; your business there seems
quite pressing Of late. have noticed
your Industrious application to that
business
"Ta-ta, little one" he wheedled, low
ering his voice; you mustn't go to
making bug-bears out of nothing"
"Bug-bearsw she retorted, you go
on about your business and III attend
TO mine" and she flirted into the
house.
Rene laughed under his breath,
standing a moment as If expecting her
to come out again: but she did not.
and he resumed his walk, singing soft
lv-
Ellie a les joues vermeilles, vermeilles.
Ma belle, ma belle petite"
But ten to one he was not think
ing OF MadamoiselIe Adrienne
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