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Brines
'with a jealous pang. She was fumtblinig
among the intricate draperies, wheri
women ,conceal pockets, and presentl'$r
brought out something in the +palm of
her ihand.
"1. wouldn't have him 'kn'ow how
'foolish I am,' and she laid the thing
gently :against her •dheek ,
Now 1 had never given Frances'
Sutherland a gift of any aort whatev-
er; and my heart was 'pierced with
anguish that 'cannot 'be described. 1
was, indeed, falling over a precipice
and her arms ,were not 'holding me
(back but dragging me over. • Would
that
I like the dreamer,'could awaken
with a start In all oons,eience I was
dizzy .enough and every ipressure of
that 'hateful object to her face bound
me faster fn a 'dungeon of utter hope-
lessness. My sweet day -dreams and
midnight rhapsodies trooped back to
mock at ere. I •fent that I must bow
broken under anguish or else steel
myself and shout (back cynical deri-
sion to the Whole •ran troop of tor-
tured regrets. And all the time, she
was caressing that thing in her hand
and looking down at it with a fond-
ness, • 'which I—poor fool—thought
that I alone could inspire. I suppose
if I could have crept away unobserv-
ed, I would have gone tram her pres-
ence hardened and embittered; ibnt I
exist play out the hateful part of
eavesdropper to the end.
She 'opened the hand to feast her
eyes on the treasure, and 1 craned for-
ward, playing the sneak without a
pang of shame, but the dusk foiled me.
Then the law, mellow, vibrant
tones, whose very music would have
intoxicated .duller fools than I -'tis
ever a comfort to know there are
greater fools -brake in melody: "To
my own dear love (rant her ever .loyal
and devoted knight," and she held her
opened hand 'high. 'Twas my birch -
bark message which Father Holland
had carried north. 'I suddenly insane
with a great overcharge of joy, that
paralyzed all motion.
"Dear love—wherever are you?"
asked a voice that thro'btbed with Tong-
ing.
Can any man blame nie for break-
ing through the thicket and my reso-
lution and discretion and all?"
"H•ere beloved!" I sprang 'from the
bush.
She gave a' cry of affright and
would have fallen, but my arms were
about her and my lips giving silent
proof that I was no wraith.
What next we said I do not remem-
ber, With her head on my shoulder
and I doing the only thing a man
could do to stens her 'tears, I 'com-
pletely lost track of the order of
things. I do not 'believe either of us
was calm enough for words for sone
time after the meeting. It was she
who regained mental poise 'first.
"Rufus!" she exclaimed, breaking
away from me, "You're not a sensi-
ble man at all.'
'Never said I was," I returned,
"If you do that," she answered, ig-
noring my remark and receding farth-
er, "I'll never stop crying."
"Then cry on forever!"
With womanly ingratitude, •• she
promptly called me "a goose" and
other irrelevant names.
The rest of our talk that evening 1
do not intend to set down, In the first
place, it was best understood by only
two. In the second, it could not be
transcribed; and in the third, it was
all a deal too sacred.
We did, however, 'become imper-
sonal for short intenvals.
"I 'feel as if there were some storm
in the air," said Frances Sutherland,
"The half-breeds are excited. They
are riding past the setlement in
scores every day. 0, Rufus, I know
something is wrong."
"So do I," was my rejoinder. I was
thinking of the strange •gossip of the
Assiniboine encampment.
"Do you think the Bois-Brules
would plunder your ''boats?" she asked
innocently, ignorant that the malcon-
tents were Noe -Welters.
"No," said 'I. 'What boats?"
"Why, Nor -West boats, of course,
canting up. Red 'River from Fort Will-
iam to go up the •Assiniboine for the
winter's supplies. They're corning in
a few days. My father told me so."
"Is Mr. Sutherland an H. B. C. or
Nor' -Wester?" I asked in the slang of
the company talk.
elon"t know,"she~ answered. "I
don't thinks he- "knows himself. He
says there are numbers of men like
that, and they all know there is . tc
be a raid. Why, Rufus, there are mer
down the river every day -watching
for the Nor' -Wasters' Fort William
express."
"Where do the lien come from?'
I questioned, vainly trying to patcl
+ame connection between 'plots for i
aid on the 'North-West ,boats am
,lots for a fight by Nor' -West fol
owcrs,
."From Fort Douglas, of course,"
"H. B. C.'s, my dear,. You must g
> Fort Doulgas '‘at .once. There •wi
e a ,fight. You mast go tom•orro
`ifh your 'father, or 'with me to
'gh't," I urged, thinking 1 show'
ke myself off and notify my coin'
•y• of the intended pillaging.
"With you?" she 'laughed, "Fath
I was inclined to regard the report strength of will; 'for she was so near
as a fairy ,tale. If the half-breed's' I could have clasped her in my arms
were arming and the !English watch -i without an .effort to refrain from
doing so.
"Heigh -alto," said a low voice with
ripple of a sunny brook tinkling over
pebbles, "but it's a long day—and a
long, • long week—and a long, long,
long month—and obi—a century of
years since—" and the voice broke
in a sigh.
I think—though 1 would not set
this down as a fact—that a certain
small foot, which once stamped two
strong men into obedience, now vent-
ed its impatience at a twig on the
grass. By the code of eastern pro-
prieties, I may not say that the dain-
ty toe -tip first kicked the offensive
little branch and then crunched it
deep in the turf.
"I hate this lonely country," said
the voice, with the vim of water -fret
against an obstinate stone. "Wonder
what it's like in the Mandane land!
I'm sure it'•s nicer there,"
Now I affirm there is not a youth
living who would not at some time
give his right hand to know a wo-
man's exact interpretation of that
word "nicer," For my 'part, it set me
clutching the branch with -such fer-
ocity, off snapped the thing with
the sharp splintering of a +breaking -
stick. The voice gave a gasp and she
jumped aside with nervous trepid-
ation.
"Whatever—was that? I am—not
frightened," No one was accusing her.
"I won't go inl I won't let myself be
frightened! 'There! The very idea!"
And three or four sharp stamps fol-
lowed in Buick succession; ,but she
was shivering.
"1 declare the house is so lonely, a
ghost would be live company." And
she looked doubtfully .from the dark
!rouse to the quivering poplars, "I'd
rather be out here with the tree -
toads and owls aitd bats than in there
alone, even if they do frighten mel
Anyway, I'm not frightened! It's just
some stupid hop -and -go -spring thing
at the base of our brains that makes
us jump at mice and rats." But the
hands interlocking at her back twitch-
ed and clasped and unclasped in a
way that showed the automatic 'brain -
spring was still active.
"It's getting worse every day. 3
can't stand it much longer, looking
and looking till I'm half blind and
no one but Indian riders all day long.
Why doesn't he come? O'hl I know
something is wrong,"
"Afraid of the Metis," thought I,
"and expecting her father. A 'fine
father to leave his daughter alone in
the house with the half-breeds
threatening a raid. She needs some
one else to take care of her." This,
on after thought, I know was unjust
to her father; for pioneers obey neces-
sity first and chivalry second.
"If he would only come!" she re-
peated in a half whisper. ,
"Hope he doesn't," thought I
"Far a week I've been dreaming
such fearful things! I see hint sink-
ing in green water, stretching his
hands to me and 'I can't reach out to
save hint, On Sunday he seemed to be
running along a black, awful preci-
pice. I caught him in my arms to
hold him back, but he dragged me
over and I screamed myself awake,
Sometimes, he is in a (black cave, and
I •can't find any door to let him' Mit.
Or he lies bound in some dungeon,
and. when I stoop down to tut the
cords, he begins to sink down, down,
down through the dark, where I can't
follow, I leap after him and always
waken with such a dizzy start. Oh! I
know he has been in trouble. Some-
thing is wrong! His thoughts are
reaching me •aid 1 am so gross and
stupid I can't hear what his spirit
gays. If 1 could only get away front
things, the clatter of everyday things,
hat dull one's inner 'hearing, perhaps
might know! T feel as if he spoke in-
foreign language, hut the words he
ses I can't make out. All to -day, he
as seemed so near! Why .does he no'
inc home to Inc?'
fui, the distrust of the Hudson's Bay
men was explained. A nomad himself,
the Indian may be willing enough to
share running tights over the land of
his fathers; but 'when the newcomer
not only usurps possession, but im-
poses the yoke 'of laws on the native,
the resentment of the dusky race is
easily fanned to that ,point which civ-
ilized men call rebellion. S could
readily understand. how the Hudson's
Bay proclamations forbidin•g the sale
of ,furs to rivals, when these rivals
were friends by marriage 'and treaty
with the natives, roused all the blood-
thirsty fury of the Indian nature.
Nor'-Westers' forts were 'being plun-
dered. Why should the Bois-Brules
not pillage Hudson's Bay posts? Each
company was stealing the cargo of its
rival, as boats passed and repassed
the different fonts. Why should the
half-breed not have his share of the
booty? The most peace loving dog
can be set a -fighting; and the fight -
laving Indian finds it 'very difficult
indeed, to keep the peace. This, the
great fur companies had not yet real-
ized; and the lesson was to be driven
home to them with irresistible force.
The halfabreeds alto had news of
a 'priest 'bringing a delirious man to
Fort 'Douglas. The description seem-
ed to fit Hamilton and Father Hol-
land, Whatever truth might be in the
rumors of an uprising, I must ascer-
tain whether or not Frances Suther-
land would' 'be safe. Leaving Little
Fellow to guard our horses. at sun-
down I pushed my canoe into the As-
sinihoine jest east of the rapids. Pad-
dling swiftly with the current, I kept
close to the south bank, where over-
hanging willows concealed one side
of the river.
As I swung out into the Red, true
to the Bois-Brules report; I saw only
'blackened chimneys and ruined walls
on the site of Fort Gibraltar, Head-
ing towards the right bank. I hugged
the naked cliff on the side opposite
Fort Douglas, and trusted the rising
mist to conceal me. Thus, 1 slipped
past cannon, pointing threateningly
from the Hudson's Bay post, recross-
ed to the wooded west bank again,
and paddled on till I caught a glimpse
of a little, square, whitewashed house
in a grove of fine old trees. This I
knew, from Frances Sutherland's de-
scriptian, was her father's place,
Mooring among the shrubbery I
had no patience to hunt for 'beaten
path; but digging my 'feet into soft
clay and catching branches with both
hands, I clambered up the cliff and
found myself in a thicket not a stone's
throw from the door. The house was
in darkness. My heart sank at a pos-
sibility which hardly framed itself to
a thought. Was the apparition in the
Mandane lodge .same 'portent? Had I
not 'read, or heard, of departed spirits
hovering near loved ones I had no
courage to think more. ,
Suddenly the door flung open. In-
voluntarily, I slipped 'behind the
bushes, but dusk hid the approaching
dtgure. Whoever it was made no
noise. I felt, rather than heard, her
coming, and knew no man could walk
so silently. I't must :he a woman. Then
my chest stifled .and I heard my own
heart=beats. :Garments !fluttered past
the branches of my hiding -place. She
of whom I had ,dreamed by night and
thought by day and hoped whether
sleeping, or waking, ,paused, not an
arm's length away.
Toying with the tip of the (branch,
whioh I was prigging for dear life,
she looked •languorously through the
foliage towa'ids the river. At 'first I
thought myself the victim of another
hallucination, but would not stir lest
the vision should vanish. Then I
trembled all the more, for my sudden
-appearance : might alarm her.
I should wait •until she went "back
to the house—another of my brave
vows to keep myself in hand l—then
walk noisily, giving pule, warning, and
knock at the door. The keeping of
that stesolutio+n demanded all my. "Mighty fond daughter," thought 1,
will be 'home in an hour. Are you sure
a'b'out �a fugJa'tl"
"Q•uite, said I, trembling dor her
safety. This certainty .of mine has
been 'q'u.ted to prove premeditation
on The Nor'-Westers' part; bat I'
meant nothing of the 'sort. I only felt
there was unrest on both aides, and
that site most be 'out of harm's way.
Truly, I 'have s'ehdiom had 'a -harder
duty to performthan to leave Fran-
,
ccs .al'one in that dark house to go
and indorm my .company of 'the picot
Many •sanies I said good-Iby before
going to the canoe and thnes •unnmb-
eyed ran back from the river to .epea't
some warning. and •necessitate another
farewell.
"Then good -by for the twenty-
first," I said.
I declare now, as 1 declared before
the 'courts of the land, 'that in hasten-
ing to the Portage with news of the
Hudson's Bay's intention to inter-
cept the Nor'-Westers' 'empress 'from
Fort William, T had iso ether thought
but the faithful serving 'of my com-
pany. I knew 1w'h•at suffering the de-
struction of 'Souris 'find entailed in
Athabasoa, and was determined our
brave fellows should not starve in
the naming winter ,through my negli-
gence,
Could 1 foresee that simple act of
mine was to let loose all the 'punish-
ment the Hudson's Bay :had been
heaping asp against the day •of judg-
ment?
CHAPTER XXI
What tempted me to moor opposite
the ruins of Fort Gibraltar? What
tempts the 'fly into the spider's web
and the fish with a wide ocean for
play -ground into one small net? I
know there is a consoling fashion of
ascribing our ,blunders to the inscrut-
able wisdom of a longss.uffening Pro-
vidence; but common-sense forbids I
should call evil good, deify my errors,
and give thanks for what 'befalls me
solely through my own'fault,
Bare posts hacked to the ground
were all that remained of Fort Gib-
raltar's •old wall. I had not gone
many paces across the 'former court-
yard, when voices sounded from the
gravel -pit that had once done duty as
a cellar. The next thing I noticed
was the shaggy face of Louis La-
plante 'bobbing above the ground.
With other vagabond wanderers, the
Frenchman had evidently 'been rum-
maging old Nor' -West vaults.
"Tra-la, comrade," he shouted, leap-
ing out of the ,cellar as soon as he
saw me. "I, Louis Laplante, son of a
seigneur, am resurrecting. I was a
Plante! Now Pm a Louis d'or, fresh
coined from the golden vein of dazz-
ling wit, Once we were men, 'but they
drowned us in a wine -barrel like your
lucky dog of an English prince. Now
we're earth -goblins re -incarnate! Be-
hold -gnomes of .the mine! Knaves of
the nethermost depths, tra-lal Vam-
pires that sack the blood of whisky -
cellars and !float to the skies with
dusky wings and dizzy heads! Laugh
with us, old solemncholyl See the
ground spin! Laugh, I say, or be a
hitching -post, and well dance the
May -pole round you! We're vampires,
comrades, and you're our cousin, for
you're a bat," and Louis applauded his
joke with loud, tipsy laughter and
staggered up to me drunk as a lord.
His heavy breath and (bloodshot eyes
testified what he had found under the
rubbish heaps 'of Fort Gi'braltar's cel-
lar. ,Embracing me with the affection
of a long -lost brother, he rattled on
with a befuddled, meaningless jargon.
"So the knife cut well, did it? And
the Sioux did not eat you by inches,
beginning with your 'thumbs? Hal
'fres hien! Very good taste! You were
not meant for feasts, my solentcholy?
Some men are monuments. That's
you, mine 'frien'l Soma ere cham-
pagne bottles that 'uncork, zip, fizz,
froth, stars dancing round your
head! That's me! 'Tis 1, Louis Lar
plante, son of .a seigneur, ant that
champagne 'bottle!"
Pausing for breath, •he drew himself
erect with ridiculous pomposity, Now
these are times when the ,bravest and
wisest .thing a brave and wise man
can do is take to 'his heels. I have
heard my Uncle Jack MacKenzie say
that vice and liquor and folly are bes
frustrated by 'flight; and all three
seemed to be embodied in Louis La
plante that night. A stupid sort o
:uriosity made me .dally . with .th'
nischief brewing in him, just as th
ly ,plays with the spider=web, or •th
ish with .a baited hook
"There's a 'fountain -spout in Nor''
Vest vaults for those who •kno
'here to tap the spigot, eh, Loutsi.
asked.
"I'm a IIodson's Bay man and
se colaq'uei-or comes the 'tribute," r
rned Louis, sweeping me a court
rw.
"I (hope such a 'generous •can•quer
•aws all the tribute Elie deserves. if
u remember how you saved my 1i
ice from the Sioux, Louis?"
`Generous," shouted the Frenr
,n, drawing 'himself tip proud'
^nerous to nine enemy, alwr
gnificent, 'grand, superb, as 1
nes the son of a seigneur! Now.
y you (back, rich, well,' generous."
"Nonsense, Louis," 1 expostulated.
"'Tis I who am in your debt I owe
my life twice over. ',How shell I '.pay
you?" and I made to go down to any
canoe,
"Pay me?" demanded Louis, thrust-
ing 'himself •a'cross my path in •a men-
acing attitude. "Stand and pay me
Puke a man!"
"'I atm standing," I fait hed "Now,
how shall I pay you?"
in
"t
S mike
!" ordered Louis, 'launching
out .a !blow which I• barely .missed.
"Strike, I say, for kicking me,`'the son
of a seigneur, like a pig!"
At ,that, half a dozen mnore drunk
en vagabonds of the Hudson's Ba Y
service reeled up from the cellar pit;
and I (began to 'un'derstan'd 'I was in
far as much mischief as a young man
could desire. • The fellows were about
us in a circle, and now, that it was
'too late, I was quite prepared like. the.
fly and the Dish to seek safety in
light.
"Sink his canoe," suggested one;
and D saw that borrowed craft
swamped.
'S'tri'ke! Sacrediel I spay you back
generous," roared Louis, 'How ran I,
Louis Laplante, son of a seigneur,
strike a man who won't bit baok?"
"And haw can I strike a man who
saved my' life?" 'I urged, trying to
m'ol'lify him, "See here, Louis, I'm on
a message for my company to -night,
I can't wait. Some other . day you. can
pay me all you like ---not to -night,
some -other -time—"
"Some -odea -timet No—never! Some-
oder-time—'tis the way 1 pay my own
debts, always 'sone -oder -time, and 1
never not pay at all. 'You no some-
odertime me, comrade! Louis knows
some -oder -•time too welly He quit his
cups some -oder -time and he never
quit, not at all! And he go home
some -oder -time, and he never .go, not
at all! And he settle down with a wife
and 'become a grand seigneur some -
oder -time, and never settle down at
all!"
"Good night, Laplante! I ,have bus-
iness for the company. I must go," I
interrupted, trying to ibrusb through
the group that surrounded us.
"Sp have we business for the com-
pany, the Hudson's Bay 'Cornp.any,
and you can't go," .ohimed in .one of
the least intoxicated of the rival trap-
pers; and they closed about me so
that I had not striking room.
"Are you men looking for trouble "
I asked, involuntarily fingering my
pistol belt.
";No—we're looking for the Nor' -
West (brigade billed to pass from Fort
William to Athabasca," jeered the
boldest of the crowd, a red»faced, mid-
dle-aged man with blear eyes. "We're
looking for the Nor'-Westers' ex-
press," and he laughed insolently.
"You don't expect to find our bri-
gades in Fort 'Gibraltar's cellar," said
I, backing away from them and piec-
ing this latest information to what I
had already 'heard of plots and con-
spiracies.
Forthwith I felt strong hands grip-
ping both my arms like a vise and the
coils of a rope were abort me with
the swiftness of a lasso. My 'firat im-
pulse was;' to struggle against the out-
rage. hut I was !beginning to learn the
service of open ears and a closed
mouth was often more valuable than a
fighter's blows. Already I had ascer-
tained from their otvn lips that the
Hudson's Bay intended to molest our
north -bound brigade.
"Well," said d, with a laugh, which
surprised the rascals mightily, "now
you've captured your elephant: what
do you propose to do ;with him?"
Without answering, the men sham-
bled down to the landing place of the
fort, jostling me along between the
red-faced man and Louis Laplante.
"I consider this a scurvy trick
Louis," said I. 'You've let me into a
pretty scrape with your idiotic heroics
about paying 'back a fancied grudge.
To save a mouse from the tigers,
Louis, and then feed him to your
cats! Fie, ratan! I like your son -of -a -
seigneur ideas of honor! "
•"Ingrate) Low -born ingrate." snap-
ped the Frenchman, preparing to
strike one of his dramatic attitudes,
"if I were not the son of a seigneur.
and you a man with bound arms, you
should swallow those words," and he
squared up to me for a second time,
"If you won't fight, you shan't run
away—"
"Off with your French brag," or-
dered the soberest of the Hudson's
Bay men, catching Louis by the scruff
of his coat and spinning him out of
the way. 'There'll be neither fighting
nor running away. It is to Fort Doug-
las we'll take our fine spy."
The .words stung, but I thuffl'ed my
indignation,
"I'll go with 'pleasure," I returned
thinking that Frances Sutherland and
Yamilton and Father 'Holland were
rood enough company to compensate
'or any 'captivi'ty. "With pleasure, an(
tis not the first time I'll have fauns
riends in the 'Hudson's Bay fort,"
At that 'speech, the red -'faced man
vho seemed to Ibe the ringleader, eyee
to narrowly. We all embarked on r
ickety raft, bhat would, I declare
are d•rowi}ed any six sober menwis
lsked their dives on it; but drunk mar
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Wm. Yeo, Holmesville.
DIRECTORS
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth No. 3;
James S'holdice, Walton; Wm. Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhardt,
Bornholm No. 1; Frank 'McGregor,
Clinton No. 5; James Connolly, God-
erich; Alex McEwing, Blyth No. 1;
Thomas Moylan, Seaforth No. 5;
Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact other business, will be
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above named officers
addressed to their respective post -
offices.
and children seem to do what saber,
grown folk may not dare,
(To be continued)
"Do you remember when mothers
used to !tide the stepladder in order
to keep the cbiid•ren out of the jam?"
"Yes. And now 'they hide the ear
keys,"
Traveler: "Why have timetables if
your trains are always late?"
Conductor: "Of what use would
our waiting -rooms be if the trains
were always on time?"
"Haw did the wedding go off'?"
"Fate, until the 'parson asked the
bride if she'd ,obey 'her itarslb'and.
"What happened then?"
"She replied, 'Do you .think I'm
crazy?" and the bridegroom, who was
in -a sort .of daze, replied, 'I ;do,' "