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We put our entire time to studying the best and latest methods of doinfj our work. Il you ate thinking ol having some work done in this line 1 am sure you will be well pleased if you have it done at Tic Batler tfook Bindery, W. W. A MOM, t'ro[>. Opp Conrt House. fa o Oi.il ;j IIVINCENNES I piM si By MAURICE THOMPSON 0 »>'- *! V <'-4> 'y CC " R :SH<. 1900. ty R IKb EOWEK-KE VSTLI CO MP CHAPTER 111. TII£ EA!'E OK TLTK DEMIJOHN. fib row d v.-n at th • river hoxv twas more uoise than fight, so far as results seemed to indi cate. It was all about a smr.ll dame jeanne of fine brandy which an Indian of the name of Long Ilair h-d Eeizcd and run off with at the height cf the carousal. He must Lave been FO- Krer than Lis pursuers or naturally fleeter, for not one of them could catch him or even keep long in sight of him. Some pistols were emptied while the iace was on, and two cr three of the men swore roundly to Laving seen Long Hair jump sldewise and stagger, as if one of the .'hots Lad taken effect. But, although the moon was shining, he some way disappeared, they could not understand just how, far down beside the river below the fort aud the church. It was not an uncommon thing for an Indian to steal what he wanted, and In most cases light punishment followed conviction, but it was felt to be a cap ital offense for an Indian or anyljody else to rape a demijohn of fine brandy, especially one sent as a present by a friend In New Orleans to Lieutenant Governor Abbott, who had until re cently been the commandant of the post. Every man at the river hou « recognized and resented the enormity of Long Hair's crime, aud each was for the moment ready to be his Judge and his executioner. He had broken at once every rule of frontier etiquette and every bond of sympathy. Nor was Long Ilair Ignorant of the danger in volved in his daring enterprise. lie had beforehand carefully and stolidly weighed the conditions, and true to his Indian nature had concluded that a lit- tie wicker covered bottle of brandy was well worth the risk of his life. So he had put himself in condition for a great race by slipping out and getting rid of his weapons and all surplus weight of clolhes. This incident brought the drinking bout at the river house to a sudden end, but nothing further came of it that uiglit and no record of it would be found in these pages but for the fact that Long Hair afterward became an important character in the stirring historical drama which had old Yin centies for its center of energy. Rene de Ronville probably felt him self in bud luck when he arrived at tho river house Just too late to share in the liquor or to Join in chasing the bold thief. He listened with interest, however, to the story of Long Hair's capture of the confmandant's demijohn and could not refrain from saying that if he had been present there wonld Lave been a quite different result. "I would have shot him before he got to that door," he said, drawing his heavy flintlock pistol and going through the motions of one aiming quickly and firing. Indeed, so vigor ously in earnest was he with the pan tomime that he actually did fire, unin tentionally of course, the ball burying itself in the doorjamb. He was laughed at by those present for being more excited than they who witnessed the whole thing. One of them, a leathery faced and grizzled old sinner, leered at him contemptuously and said in queer French, with a curious accent caught from long use of backwoods English: "Listen how the boy brags! Ye might think to hear Itene talk that he actually amounted to a big pile." This personage was known to every loul in Vincennes as Oncle Jazon, and when Oncle Jazon spoke the whole town felt bound to listen. "An' how well he shoots, too," he lidded, with an intolerable wink. "Aimed at the door and hit the post Certainly Long Ilair would have been In great danger! Oh, yes, he'd 'ave killed Long Hair at the first shot, wouldn't lie though 1" "All right, Oncle Jazon," said Rene. Inughlng and blowing the smoke out if his pistol. " 'Twas you, all the same, who let Long Ilair trot off with the governor's brandy; not I. If you could have hit even a doorpost it might have been better." 1 Oncle Jazon took off Lis cap and looked down Into It In a way Le Lad when about to say something final. "Ventrebleu! I did not shoot at LOIIK Hair at all," he said, speaking slowly, "because the scoundrel was'unarmed. He didn't have on even a knife, and he was havln' enough to do dodgin' the bullets that the rest of 'em were plumpln' at Mm without any compll monts from me to bother 'im more." "Well," Rene replied, turning away with a laugh, "If I'd been scalped by the Indians as you ave I don't think there would be any particular reason why I should wait for an Indian thief to go and arm himself before I ac cepted him as a target." Oncle Jazon lifted a hand Involuntar ily and rubbed his sealplcss crown; then ho chuckled with a grotesque grimace as if the recollection of hav ing his head skinned were the funniest thing Imaginable. "When you've killed as many of 'em as Oncle Jazon has," remarked a by stander to Itene, "you'll not be so hungry for blood, maybe." "Especially after ye've took fifty-nine scalps to pay for yer one," added Oncle Jazon, replacing his cap over the hair less area of his crown. . The men who had been chasing Long Hair presently came straggling back with their stories—each had a distinct one—of how •he fugitive escaped. They were wild looking fellows, most of them somewhat intoxicated, all pro fusely liberal with their stock of pic turesque profanity. They represented the roughest element of the well nigh lawless post.* "I'm positive that he's wounded," baid one. "Jacques and I shot at him together, BO that our pistols sounded Just as if only one had been llrcd— bang! that way—and he leaped side ways for all the world like a bird with a broken leg. I thought he'd fall; but vc! he ran fa*ter'n ever, and all at once he was gone—Just disappeared." "Well, tomorrow we'll get him," said another. "You and I aud Jacques, we'll take up his trail, the thief, and follow him till we find him. lie can't get off so easy." "I don't know so well about "that," Bald another, "It'it Long Ilalr, you must remember, and Long Ilalr Is no com mon buck that Just anybody can find asleep. You Long Ilalr Is. Nobody's ever got even with 'lm yet. That's so, ain't it? Just as# Oncle Jazon, if you don't believe it!" CfUe next morning Long Hair was BUTLER, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 21, 190 L tracked to tho river's edge. He h:id been wounded, but whether seriously cr i: : ok 2d only be coajcctuivd A sprinkle of Moo '.. Uere a::J thora quite a dash of i:. reddened the grass and clninps cf weeds he had run through, and ended close to the water, into whi;-h it looked as if he had plunged with a view to battling pursuit. In deed pursuit was bafiled. No further true could be found by which to fol low the cunning fugitive. Sotue of the men consoled themselves by saying, without believing, that Long Hair was probably at the bot tom of the river. "I'as iiU tout," observed Oncle Jazon. his short pipe askew far over in the corner of his mouth; "not a bit of it Is that Indian drowned. He's Jes' 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 guzzled ail that brandy and slep' a week." It finally transpired that Oncle Jazon was partly right and partly wrcug. 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 cf it and it went to the bottom of the Wabash, where it may be lying at this moment patiently waiting for some one to fish it out of its bed deep j in the sand and mud and break the | ancient wax from its neck! j Rene de Ronville, after the chase of Long Hair l ad been given over, went I to tell Father Beret what had hap pened, and, finding the priest's hut empty, turned into the path leading to the Roussillon place, which was at the head of a narrow street laid out in n direclion at right angles to the river's course. He passed two or three dlmin Utlve cabins, all as much alike as bee hives. As Rene passed along he spoke with a gay French freedom to the dames and lasses who chanced to be visible. His air would be regarded as violently brigandish in our day. We might even go so far as to think bis whole appearance comical. His Jaunty cap. ' with a tall that wagged as ho walked; his short trousers and leggings of buck skin and Ills loose shirtlike tunic, drawn ; in at the waist with a broad belt, gave his strong figure Just the dash of wild ncss suited to the armament with which It 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 horu and white bone charger. In his belt were two huge flintlock pistols and a long case knife. "Bon Jour, Mile. Adrienne," he cheerily called," waving his free hand in greet ing to a small, dark lass standing on the step of a veranda and Indolently swinging a broom. "Comment allez vous au Jourd'hui?" "J'm'porte tres blen, mercl," M'sieu' Rene," was the quick response. "Et *ous?" "Oh, I'm as lively as a cricket." "Going a-hunting?" "No, Just up hero a little way—just on business—up to M'sieu' Rousslilon's for a moment." "Yes," tho girl responded in a tone Indicative of something very like spleen. "Yes, undoubtedly, M'sieu' de RonvlUe. Your business there seems quite pressing of late. I have noticed your industrious application to that business." "Ta-ta, little one," he wheedled, low irlng his voice. "You mustn't go to making bugbears out of nothing." "Bugbears!" she retorted. "You go on about your business, and I'll attend to mine," and she flirted into the house. Rene laughed under his breath, stand ing a moment as if expecting her to come out again, but she did not, and ho resumed his walk singing softly: a !es joues vermeilles, vermeilles, Ma. bell*, ma belle petite." But ten to one he was not thinking of Jllle. Adrieixie Botircier. His mind, however, must have been absorbingly occupied, for in the straight, open way he met Father Beret and did not see him until he came near bumping against the old man, who stepped aside with astonishing agility and said: "Dleu vous benlsse, mon lils, 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. It was a pretty speech, he thought indeed a very thrilling little speech by the way It stirred Ills own nerve centers as he conned it over. Mine. Rousslllon met him at the door In not a wry j-ootr humor. "Is Mile. Alice here?" he ventured to demand. "Alice? No, she's not here; she's never here Just when I want her most. V'la le picbois et la the woodpecker and the robin) eating tho lie lifted hi* head and glared. Cherries, eating every one of them, and that girl running off somewhere instead of staying here and picking them," she railed In answer to the young man's polite Inquiry. "I haven't seen licr these four hours, neither her nor that rascally hunchback, Jean. They're up to some mischief, I'll bo bound!" Mme. Rousslllon puffed audibly be tween phrases, but she suddenly be came very mild when relieved of her tirade. "Mais eutrez," she added in a pleas ant tone, "come In and tell mo tho news," Kenc's disappointment rosbwl into Lis face, but Le mnnagetl to laugh it aside. "Father lierc-t has just been telling me," said Mine. nous.-?il!on. "tbat our friend Hair made some trouble last niglit. llow about it?" Rene toid her what he knew and added that Long Ilair wonld probably never be seen again. "He was shot, no doubt of it." he went on. "and is now being nibbled by fish and turtles. We tracked him by his blood to where he jumped into the Wabash. Tie never came otlt." Strangely enough, it happened that at the very time of this chat between Mme. lioussillon and Rone, Alice was bandaging Long Hair's wounded leg with strips of her apron. It was under some willows which overhung the bank of a narrow and shallow lagoon or slough, which in thoae days extended a mile or two back into the country on the farther side of the river. Alice aad Jean went over in a pirogue to see if the water lilies, haunting a pond there, were yet begiuning to bloom. They landed at a convenient spot some distance tip the little lagoon, made the boat fast by dragging its prow high ashore, and were on the point of setting out across a necU of wet, grassy land to the pond, when a deep grunt, not unlike that of a self saUsiied pig, at tracted them to the willows, where they discovered Long Hair, badly wounded, weltering in some black mud. Ili.s hiding place was cunningly chosen, save that the mire troubled him. letting him down by slow degrees, and threatening to engulf him bodily; and he was now too weak to extricate himself. He lifted his head and glared. His face was grimy, his hair matted with mud. Alice, although brave enough and quite accustomed to start ling experiences, uttered a cry when she saw those snaky eyes glistening so savagely amid the shadows. But Jean was quick to recognize Long Hair. He had often seen him about town, a figure not to be forgotten. "They've been hunting him every where," he said in a half whisper to Alice, cluteLing tLe skirt of her dress. "It's Long Hair, the Indian who stole the brandy. I know him." Alice recoiled a pace or two. "Let's go back and tell 'em," Jean «ddcd, still whispering. "They want to kill Lim; Oncle Jazon said so. Come on!" He gave Lbr dress a jerk, but she did not move any farther back. She was looking at the blood oozing from a wound in the Indian's leg. "He is shot; he is hurt, Jean; arc must help him," she presently said, re covering her self control, yet still pale. "We must get him out of that bad place." Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit with sympathetic readiness and ihowed immediate willingness to aid her. It was a difficult thing to do, but there was a will and of course a way. They had knives with which they cut willows to make a standing place ou the mud. While they were doing this they spoke friendly words to Long Hair, wLo understood Frencli a little, aud at last tLey got Lold of Lis arms, tugged, rested, tugged again and finally managed to Lelp Lim to a dry place, still under the willows, where Le conld lie more at ease. Jean carried water in Lis cap with which they washed the wound aud the etrfild HH »face. Then Alice tore up her cotton apron, in which she had hoped to \>ear home a load of lilies, aud with the strips bound the wound very neatly. It took a long time, during which the Indian remained silent and apparently quite Indifferent. Long Hair was a man of superior physique, tall, straight, witL the mus cles of a Vulcan, and while he lay stretched on the ground, half clad and motionless, he would have been a grand model for a heroic figure in bronze. Yet from every lineament there came a strange repelling Influ ence, like that from a snake. Alice felt almost unbearable disgust while doing her merciful task, but she bravely per severed until it was finished. It was now late in the afternoon and the sun would be setting before they could reach home. "We must hurry back, Jean," Alice said, turning to depart. "It 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 wlie# she had taken but a step. He grunted and held up something in his hand—something that shone with a dull yellow light. It was a small, oval, gold locket which she had al ways worn In ber bosom. She sprang and snatched it from his palm. "Thank you," she exclaimed, smiling gratefully. "I am so glad you found It." The chain by which the locket had httng was broken, doubtless by some movement while dragging Long Hair out of the mud, and the lid bad sprung open, exposing a miniature por trait of Alice painted when she was a little child, probably not two years old. It was a sweet baby face, archly bright, almost surrounded with a fluff of golden hair. The neck and upper line of the plump shoulders, with a traco of richly delicate lace and a string of pearls, gave somehow a sug gestion of patrician daintiness. Long Ilair looked keenly Into Alice's eyes when she stooped to take the locket from his hand, but said nothing. She and Jean now hurried away, and, so vigorously did they paddle their pirogue, that the sky was yet red In the west when they reached Lome and duly received tlielr expected scolding from Mme. Rousslllon. Alice sealed Jean's lips as to tLelr adventure, for sLe Lad made up Ler mind to save Long Hair if possible, and she felt sure that the only way to do It would be to trust no one but Father Beret. It turned out that Long Hair's wound was neither a broken bone nor a cut artery. The flesh of his leg, midway between the hip and the knee, was .pierced. The bullet had bored a neat hole clean through. Father Beret took the case in hand and with 110 litUe 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, a bed of grass was kept fresh under Long Hair's back, his wound was regularly dressed and Anally his weapons—a tomahawk, a knife, a strong bow aud a quiver of arrows-vwhlch he had hidden 011 the night of his bold theft, were brought to him. "Now go and sin no more," said good Father Beret, but ho well knew that his words were mere puffs of articulate wind In the ear of the grim aud silent savage, who limped away with an air of stately dignity into the wilderness. A load fell from Alice's mind when Father Beret informed her of Long Hair's recovery and departure. Day and night the dread li st some of the men should find out hia hiding place and kill him had depressed and worried her. 1-ong Hair's Imperturbable calm ness, his stolid. Immobile countenance, the mysterious reptilian gleam o( his shifty black eyes and the soulless cx- ) pression always lurking in thorn kept t a fascinating bold on the girl's meraoifr. They blended curiously with the lin ; pressions left by the romances she had read in M. Rousti lion's mildewed books. Long Haia was not a young man. but it would hare been impossible to guess I near his age. His form and face sim r ply showed long experience and im measurable vigor. Alice remembered with n shudderiug sensation the look he gave her when she took the locket from his hand. It was of but a sec ond's duration, yet it seemed to search every nook of her being with its subtle t power. cd. Every one felt sorry for him, but Mrs. Hoyt seem ed in no way disturbed. When she no ticed his predicament she turned to ward him suddenly and called out, "Why, Charley, you did it perfectly thd moralnjrl!'