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Home My WebLink AboutThe Wingham Times, 1916-06-01, Page 7June 1St, 1916 1..SS/SSS THE WI:fIGHAM I 1 MES Pe • ,. :ti I the HONOR of THE BIG SNOWS By JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD Copyright 1911 by the Bobbs-Morrill Co. S us v5"c�iS�r'-TN cis riS SSnr nciSn "That's unfair, Jan! You'll have to ,put me on the sledge." He tucked her in among the furs, :and the dogs strained at their traces, ;with l:fn's whip curling and snapping .over their backs, until they were leap- ing swiftly and with unbroken rhythm -of motion over the smooth trail. Then Jan gathered in his whip and ran close do the leader, his moccasined feet tak. sing the short, quick, light steps of the drained forest runner, his chest thrown :a little out, his eyes upon the twist - Aug trail ahead. Mile after mile slipped behind, and snot until they reached the mountain .en which be had fought the mission- ary did Jan bring his dogs to a walk. Melisse jumped from the sledge and ran quickly to his side. "I can bent you to the top now!" she cried. "If you catch tae"- There was the old witching challenge in her .eyes. She sped up the side of tbe ridge. :Panting and breathless, Jan pursued :with the dogs. Her advantage was .too great for bim to overcome this time, and she stood laughing down at :bim when he came to the top of the ridge. "You're as pretty as a fairy, Me- dissel" be exclaimed, his eyes sbining with admiration. "Prettier than the 'fairy in the bdoki" "Thank you, brotber miner I be- +ileve you do still love me a little." "More than ever in my life," replied Jan quickly, though be tried to bold ,bis tongue. As they went on to Ledoq's be found that the joyousness of the morning was giving way again to the old gloom ":and heartache. "Brother Jan, Brother .Jan, Brother Jan!" The worde pound. .ed themselves incessantly in his brain until they seemed to keep time with rbcs steps beside the sledge. Ledoq was stripping the hair fat • from a fox skin when the team pulled tip in front of bis cabin. When be saw the daughter of the factor at Lac Bain with Jan he jumped briskly to his feet, flung his cap through the door :sof the shack and began bowing and ecraping to ber with all his might Melisse laughed merrily as Ledoq ,eontiuued to bow before her, rattling tawny in a delighted torrent of French. "Ab, tiles ees wan gr-r•rent complee- mien, M'selle Melisse," be Bald. Then -he turned to Jan. "Did you meet the :Orange team?' "We met no team." Ledoq looked puzzled. Half a mile ::away the top of a snow covered ridge was visible from the cabin. He point• •ed to 1t. "An hour ago 1 saw It going west - *ward along the monntaln-tbree men -and six dogs. Whom have you out 'from Lac Bain?" "No one," replied Jan. "It must have rbeen the new agent from Churchill. 'We expect him early this winter. Shall we burry back, Melisse, and see 1f be bas brought our books and violin strings?" "You must have dinner with me" .objected Ledoq. Jan caught a quick signal from Me- 'liese. "Not today, Ledoq. It's early and -we bare a lunch for the trail. Wbat .do you say, Melisse?" "If you're not tired, Jan." ."Tired!" He tossed the last package from the ,sledge and craeked his long whip over 'the dogs' backs as they both cried onl :their farewell to the little Frenchman "Tired!" he repeated, running close ,beside ter as the team swung lightly back into the trail and laughing down „into her face. "How could 1 Over pt tired with you watching ma run, Mr 'lase?" "I wouldn't mind if you did just R little, Jan. Isn't there room for twot" She gave a coquettish little shrug of her shoulders, and Jan leaped upon the moving sledge, kneeling close behind her, "Always, always, I have to ask your she pouted. "Yon needn't get too near, you know, i1 you don't want tol" The old, sweet challenge In her voice was Irresistible, and for a moment Jen felt himself surrendering to it. He leaned forward until his chin was buried in the silken lynx fur of her coat, and for a single breath he felt the soft touch of ber cheek against his own. Then be gave a sudden shout to the dogs -so loud that it startled her - and bis whip writhed and snapped twenty feet above their beads like a thing filled wltb lite. He sprang from the sledge and again ran with the team, urging them on faster and faster until they dropped into a panting walk when they came to the ridge along which Ledoq two hours before bad seen the strangers hurrying toward Lac Bain. Tbey rlid not lunch on the trail. but drove into the post in time for dinner. Jean de Gravols and Crolsset came forth from the store -to meet them. "You have company, my dear," cried Jean to Melisse-"two gentlemen fresh from London on the last boat and one of them younger and hand- somer than your own Jan Thoreau. They are waiting for you in the cabin, where your father is getting them din- ner and telling them bow beautifully you would have made the coffee if you were there." "Twos" said Jan as Melisse left them. "Who are they?' "The new agent, M. Timothy Dix- on, as red as the plague, and fatter than a spawning flab. And his sot, who has come along for fun, he says; and I believe he will get what he's after 1f be remains here very long. Jan Thoreau, for he looked a little too boldly at my Iowaka when she came into the etore Suet now." "Can you blame him. Jean? I tell you that I look at lowaka whenever I get the chance." "Is she not worth 1t?" cried Jean In rapture. "You are welcome to every look that you can get, Jan Thereat,. But the foreigner -I will skin him alive♦' and spit him with the devil thorn if he so much as peeps at her out of the wrong way of his eye." Croisset shrugged his shoulders. "There are two of the forelgnerta at Nelson House, and two on the Whet - data, and ono" - en hour later Jan went slowly across, the open to Cummins' cabin. As he paused for an instant at the door he heard a laugh that was strange to him. and when be opened 1t to enter he stood perplexed and undecided. Me' lisse had risen from tbe table at the sound of his approach, and his eyes quickly passed froth her flushed face to the young man who was sitting op- posite her. He caught a nervous trem- ble in ber voice when she said: "Mr. Dixon, this is my brother. Jan." The stranger jumped to his feet and held out a hand. "I'm glad to know yon, Calamine." "Thoreau; corrected Jan quietly, as be took the extended hand. "Jan Tho. reau." "Oh, I beg your pardon. "I thought"-" He turned inquiringly to Melisse: The flush deepened 1n her cheeks as she be. gan to gather up the dishes. 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I did." ,g � Miiburit'i Itear"8h 1 Nerve Pius have on the market for the past twenty- t%ivic y''oars, and are univ considered to bd ''oariyalledas"dam a for all disoreers of the heart or nerves. Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills art ..SOc per bot, 3 boxes Inc $1.26, at alt .,dealers et emailed direct on receipt of 1 ce by The 'I', Milburn Co., Limited, 'er'onto, Ont, j "Mr, Dixon, this is my brother, Jan." the words witb cool precision. "Only we have lived under the same roof since she was a baby. and so we have come to be like brother and sister." "Miss Melisse has been telling me about your ruu this morning," ex• claimed the young Englishman, his face reddening slightly as he detected the girl's embarrassment. "I wish 1 had seen it." "There will be plenty of it very soon," replied Jan, caught by the frankness of the other's manner. "Ont runners will be going out among the trappers within a fortnight." "And will they take rue?" "Yon may go with me if yon can ran I leave the day after tomorrow." "Thanks," said Dixon. moving to ward the door. Melisse did not lift her head as he went out. Faintly she said: NI've kept your dinner for you, Jan. Why didn't you come sooner?" "I had dinner with Gravels," be re- plied. "Jean said that you would hardly be prepared for five, Melisse, so 1 accepted his invitation." He took down from the wall a fur sledge coat, in which Melisse bad mended a rent a day or two before, and, throwing it over his arm, turned to leave. "Jan!" He faced her slowly, knowing that in spite of himself there was a strange- ness in his manner which she would not understand. "Why are you going away the day after tomorrow -two weeks before the others? You didn't tell me." "I'm going a hundred miles into the south," be answered. "Over the Nelson House trail?" "Yes." "Ohl" Her lips curled slightly as she looked at him. Then she laughed, and u bright spot leaped into either cheek. "I understand, brother," she said soft. ly. "Pardon me for questioning you to. I had forgotten that the MacVeigh girl lives on the Nelson trail. Iowaka says that she is as sweet as a wild flow- er. 1 wish you would have ber come up and visit -us some time. Jan." .Tnn's face went red. then white, but Melisse saw only the first effect of her random shot and was briskly gathering ap the dishes. "i turn off into the Cree lake country before I reach MacVeigh's," he was on the point of saying, but the words hung upon his lips, and he remained silent. A few minutes later he was talking with Jean de Gravels. The little Frenchman's face was ominously dark, and he puffed furiously upon bis pipe When Jan told him why be was leaving at once for the south. "Running away]" he repeated for the tenth time in French, his thin lips curl- ing in n sneer. "1 am sorry that 1 gave you my oath, Jan Thoreau, else I would go myself and tell Meltase what I read In the papers. Pishl Why can't you forget?" "I may-eome day," said Jan. "That Is why I am going into the south tree weeks early, and I shall be gone until. after the big roast. If I remain here another week 1 shall tell Melisse, and then" - He shrugged his shoulders despafr- tngly. "And then what," "I should go away forever." Jean snapped his fingers with a low laugb. "Then remain another week, Jan Thoreau, and if it turns out as you Nay I swear I will abandon my two Iowakas and little Jean to the wolves'" "I am going the day after tomor- The next morning Iowaka complained td Meltase that Gravels was as surly as a bear. CHAPTER Xs. A Kiss and the Consequences. ELISSE saw little of Jan dur- ing the day. At noon, Dixon told her that he had made uv his mind not to aceom- phny Thoreau on the trip *south. The following morning, before she wad up. Jan had gone. She was deeply hurt. Never before had he Left on one of his long tribe iwithout spending his list moments with her. Outside of ber thoughts of Jan, the days and even. 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Jan had often spoken those same words -a thousand times he bad told her that she was beautiful -but there had never been this fluttering of ber heart before. There were few things which Iowaka and she did not hold in secret between them, and n day or two later Melisse told her friend what Dixon bad said. For the first time lowaka abused the confidence placed in ber and told Jean. "'The devil!" gritted Jean, bis face blackening. IIe said no more until night, when the children were asleep. Then he drew lowaka close beside him on a bench near the stove and asked care- lessly: "My angel, it one snakes an oath to the blessed Virgin and breaks it what happens?" He evaded the startled look in his wife's big black eyes. "It means that one will be forever damned unless he confesses to a priest soon after, doesn't it? And if there is no priest nearer than 400 miles it is a dangerous thing to do, is it not'!" A fierce snarliug and barking of doge brought Gravois to the door. They could bear Croisset's raucous voice and the loud cracking of his big whip. "I'll be back soon," said Jean. closing the door after him, but instead of ap- proaching Crutsset and the fighting dogs he went in the direction of Cum- mins' cabin. He gritted bis teeth aft young Dixon's laugh sounded loudly in the cabin. "Two fools!" be went on communing with himself. "Cumming -.ian Thoreau -both fools!" During the week that followed Jean's little black eyes were never far di* taut from Cummins' cabin. Without being observed he watched Melisse and Dixon, and not even to lowaka did he give hint of his growing suspicions. Dixon was a man whom most other men liked. There were a fascinating frankness in his volco and manner, strength in his broad shoulders and a general air of comradeship about bim which won all but Jean. The' trap line runners began leaving the post at the end'of the second week, and after this Melisse and the young Englishman were more together than ever. Dixon showed no inclination to accompany the sledges, and when they Were gone he and Melisse began taking wralks in the 'forest when the sun was high and warm. It was on one of these days that Jean had gone along the edge of the caribou swamp that lay between the Barrens and the higher forest. He heard the sound of voices ahead of bim, and a moment later he recognized them as those of Melisse and Dixon. His face clouded, and his eyes snapped tire. fie peered forth from the bushes, hie loyal heart beating a wrathful tattoo when he saw that Dixon dared put his hand on Melisse's arm. They wets coming very slowly, the Englishman bending low over the girl's bowed heels talking to her with strange earnest► ness. -.Suddenly ,11e "stoned. aild lige The Army of Constipation la Growing Smaller Every Day. CARTER'S WTTLE LIVER PILLS w r. poneible-they set ally give relief— theypeneenentl0 ane Coastipsr- ti.a: Mil- liohs use them for lams - au., Indirulf.*. Ski H.d..A., Self w Skis. Small Pill, Small Dere, Small IPrise. Genuine mustiest Signature • ormirswermemporimiwOom tore Jea :i Gould cernpreliend what had happened he had bent down and kissed her. With a low cry Melisse tore herself free. For an instant she faced Dixon, who stood laughing into her blazing eyes. Then she turned and ran swiftly down the trail. A. second cry fell from her startled lips when she found herself face to face with Jean de Gravels. The little Frenchman was smiling. His eyes glittered like black diamonds. "Jean, Jean!" she sobbed, running to him. "He has insulted you," he said soft- ly, smiling into her, white face. "Run along to the post, my pretty Melisse." He watched her, half turned from the astonished Englishman, until she disappeared in a twist of the trail a hundred yards away. Then he faced Dixon. "It is the first time that our Melisse has ever suffered insult," he said, speaking as coolly as if to a child. "If Jan Thoreau were here, he would !till you. He Is gone, and I will kill you In bis place!" He advanced, his white teeth stili gleaming In a smile, and not until be launched himself like a cat at Dixon's throat was the Englishman convinced that he meant attack. In a flash Dix- on stepped a little to one side and sent out a crashing blow that caught Jean on the side of the head and sent him flat upon his back in the trail. Half stunned, Gravois came to his feet. He did not hear the shrill cry of terror from the twist in the trail. He did not look back to see Melisse standing there, But Dixon both saw and heard, and be laughed tauntingly over Jean's head as the little French- man came toward him again, more cautiously than before. It was the first time that Jean bad ever come into contact with science. Ile darted In again in his quick, cat- like way and received a blow that dazed him. This time he held to his feet "Bab, this is like striking a baby!" exclaimed Dixon. "What are you fight- ing about, Gravois? Is it a crime •up here to kiss a pretty girl?" "I am going to kill you!" said Jean, as coolly as before. There was something terribly calm and decisive in bis voice. He was not excited. He was not afraid. His fin- gers did not go near the tong knife in his belt- Slowly the laugh faded from Dixon's face, and tense lines gathered around his mouth as Jean circled about him. "Come, we don't want trouble like this," he urged. "1'm sorry -1f Melisse didn't like it." "1 am going to kill you'" repeated Jean. It was the science of the forest man pitted against that of another world. For sport Jean had played with wounded lynx. His was the quickness of sight, of instinct -without the oth- er's science -the quickness of the great loon that had often played this same genie with his rifle fire, of the sledge dog whose ripping fangs carried death so quickly that eyes could not follow. A third and a fourth time he came within striking distance and escaped. He half drew his knife, and at the movement Dixon sprang back until his shoulders touched the brush. Smiling ly Gravels unsheathed the blade and tossed It behind him in the trail. His eyes were like a serpent's In their steadiness. and the muscles. of his body were drawn as tight as steel springs, ready to loose themselves when the chance came. There were tricks in his fighting as Well air in the other's, and a dawning of it began to grow upon Dixon. Ho dropped his arms to his side, inviting Jean within reach. Suddenly the little Frenchman straightened. His glitter- ing eyes shot from the Englishman's face to the brush behind him, and a piercing yell burst from his lips. la - voluntarily Dixon started, half turning his face. and before he had come to his guard Gravels flung himself under his arms, striking with the full force of his body against his antagonist's knees. Together they went down in the trail. There was only one science now -that of the forest man. The lithe, brown fingers that could have crushed the life of a lynx, fastened themselves around the Englishman's throat. and there came one gasping, quickly throt- tled cry as they tightened in their neck breaking grip. "I will kill you!" said .lean again. Dixon's arms fell !imply to his side. His eyed bulged from their sockets, his mouth was agape. but Jeau did not lee. His fate was buried on t tie othe. N shoulder. the whole life of him in ttie grip. He would not have raised his head for a full minute longer hod there not come a sudden interruption -toe terrified voice of Melisse, the frantic • tearing of her hands at his hands. "He is dead !" she shrieked. "S ou have killed bim, Jean!" Jean looked into Dixon's eyes, "He is not dead," he said, rising and going to her side. "Come, my dear, run home to lowaka. 1 will not kill him." Her slender form shook with agonized sobs as he led her to the turn in the trail. "Run home to le- waka," he repeated gently. "1 will not kill him, Melisse." He went back to Dixon and rubbed snow over the man's face. "My God, but it was near to it!" ht's exclaimed, as there came a 'flicker oC life into the eyes..+"A little more and he w uld1 haver,heen with; the miss stoner!" 'Te dragged; the'1Englishman to ; the si a of the trait: and set1iitr- sc to a tree. i When he saw thst fall en'- maar abreath was coming more st�" tang- ly he followed slowly after Melisse. Unobserved, he went into the store and washed the blood from hie face, chuckling with huge satisfaction when he looked at himself in the little glass N9 42 The Propreta, ryorratentMedtctneet� AVe getable PreparationfotAs-r simitahnetheFoodand Regula• ling the Stomachs andlloweisd • eittCi ness andRConeither 0pium,Morphine nor Mineral. NOT NAstc?TIC. arras : - �,yrior.Fewr n WaviSood lakovros flaw: Aperfect Remedy for Consflocyksat \ tipa•, • rvresWrms,eetshnsand 1,OSSOFSS ' pac5i� m Jc�S�i4,noture of Tete C- ENTt N ORI{•. MONTRTAL Qld • qtb months t ENTS. 35 no5t5 -35 , = Exact Copy of Wrapper. C$TORIA' For Infante and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Always Bears the Signature of ire Use For Overt , Thirty Years, CASTORIA TNM OMNTAYK COMPANY. KCVO YO 4K CITY. "1 will not kill him, Melisse." wfl 1i'ITuug over the ivashbns n. "Ah, my sweet lowaka, but would you guess now that Jean de Gravois had received two clouts on the side of the head that almost sent him into the blessed hereafter? I would not have bad you see It for all the gold in this world." A little later he went to the cabin. Iowaka and the children were at Croisset's, and he sat down to smoke a pipe. Scarce bad he begun sending up blue clouds of smoke when the door opened and Melisse came in. "Hello, my dear," he cried gayly, laughing at her with a wave of his pipe. In an instant she had flung the shawl from her head and was upon her knees at his feet, her white face turn- ed up to him pleadingly, her breath falling upon him in panting, sobbing excitement "Jean, Jean!" she whispered, stretch- ing up ber hands to his face. "Pleas. tell me that you will never tell Jan - please tell me that you never will, Jean -never, never, never!" "I will say nothing, Melisse." For a sobbing breath she dropped her head upon his knees. Then sud- denly she drew down his face and kissed him. "Thank you, Jean, for what you have done!" "Whew!" gasped Jean when she had gone. "What if Iowaka had been here then?' The day following the fight in the forest Dixon found Jean de Gravels alone and came up to him. "Gra-vets, will you shako bands with me?" he skid. "1 want to thank you for what you dM to me yesterday. I deserved it I have asked Miss Melisse to forgive me -and 1 want to shake hands with vou." Jean wad thunderStruck. He had never met this kind Of man. "What the dancer' he ejaculated, when he had come to .his tenses. "Yes. I wall shake hands." Por sbreral days after this Jean could see that Melisse ntade lati e'ft'ort to crane MM. 'the did not 'visit lows. Ira vibes be was in the tirli r Neither did she and Dlion go )406 State the forest The /sang l0aglt.ltsan spent mere oI hit time at tbS Mere, and jest ureters the trappers WWII Coa►inl la ha want on a Ores Gori► trig lltt>fi i relrrltt The 'change delighted Jean. The first time be met Melisse after this fight his eyes dashed pleasure. "Jan will surely be coming home soon," he greeted her. "What if the' birds tell him what happened out there! on the trail?" She flushed scarlet. "Perhaps the same birds will tell no what has happened down on the Net., son House' trail, Jean," she retorted. "Pouf! Jan Thoreau doesn't give the snap of ltis small finger for the Mata Veigh girl'" Jean replied, warm in dee` fense of his friend. "She 1s pretty," laughed Melisse, "an 1 have just learned that is why meet, like to -like them, I mean." Jean strutted before her like a 11ea cock. k i, 'Am I pretty, Melisse?" _ t •'Then why" -he shrugged his ehul• fere suggestively -"in the cabin" - "Because you were brave, Jean. I love brave men." "You were glad that I pummeled then stranger, then?" Melisse did not answer, but he caught a laughing sparkle in the cor- ner of her eye as she left him. "Come home, Jan Thoreau," he hum- med softly as he went to the stores "Come home, come home, come home, for the little Melisse has grown into a. woman and is learning to use her eyes."' Among the first of the trappers to come in with his furs was MacVeigh. He brought word that Jan had gone south to spend the annual holiday at Nelson House, and Cummins told Me - Use whence the message came. Hal did not observe the slight change that came into her face and went on: "1 don't understand this in Jam Hei b needed here for the carnival. Did you know that he was going to Nelson House?" Melisse shook her head. "MacVefgh says they have made hint an offer to go down there as cbiet man," continued the factor. "It in strange that he has sent no explanation to me." It was a week after the big caribou roast before Jan returned to Lac Bain. hfellsse saw him drive in from the. 'Churchill trail, but while her heart fluttered excitedly she steeled herself to meet him with at least an equal show of the calm indifference with which he had left ber six weeks be - tore. The coolness of bis leave taking still rankled bitterly in her bosom. His hair and beard had grown, covering the smooth cheeks which he had al- ways kept closely shaved. His eyes glowed with dull pleasure as sire stood waiting for him, but there was none of the old flash and fire in them. There was a strangeness in his manner, an uneasiness in the shifting of his eyes. "Janl" she said. Her voice trembled; ber lips quiv- ered. There was the old glorious pleading in her eyes, and before it Jan bowed his unkempt bead and crushed her bands tightly in bis own. For a half minute there was silence, acid in that half minute there came a century between them. At last Jan spoke. "I'm glad tea see you again, Melisse. It "bas seemed like a very lung timer Be lifted his eyed. Before theta the' girl involuntarily shrank back and Jan freed her hands. In them she same none of the old love glow, nothing of their old comradeship. 'You wil come to sapper, Jan?' "Surely, Melisse, if you are prepared.w 1 (TO Bs Cw411141/10.) w...,• se