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The Seaforth Creamery
The Adventures
of a Coward'
NEW S5RIAL STORY.
Copyright
"You think that you might save
thorn?"
"I think I might;,"
"But there is danger?"
"There is some danger, not much."
"If I let you go I shall never see
you again," she said.
"Only dearth can •stop my • return-
ing."
"It will 'be deal h!" she said wildly.
"How can I le.' you go?"
She walked from him and stood
with her face pressed against •the
window -.pane. Her gaze was on the
moon, sailing high in a clear heaven
of cloudless blue. Bart she saw neith-
er the moon nor the distant peaks
of the Andes. It was her father's
face she saw, and it was his voice,
that was sounding in her ears. "Life
is a giving up, child!" Now she had
give up. Her duty lay plain and
clear before her. Should she throw
aside all the teaching of her life, and
keep him, at her side? Should she
hold her happiness fast and let go
all notions of duty and right and
sacrifice?
"Go!" she :aid.
She felt his arms about her for
second anti his lisps upon hers, and
then she was alone.
There was the sound of trampling
hoses' feet and Anita's voice calling
some message, , then silence., ahu
stood with her face against the cold
pane and watched the moon.
Anita carie into the room sobbing.
"They've gone, mademoisel'l'e. I
forgot—madam. Oh, • but eat ees
sad! Mistaire Ferguson only married
thees morning, and madam left alone!
But the master a good man. He
would not lett' my Jean go alone.
Cheer up, madam; he will be back
• in an hour or two. That Captain
Legion, he deserved to be. whipped! I
told him there was danger, and he
laugh in my face --just laugh. And
now the master and my Jean go to
save hien and his boy. Butt they will
return. I will net weep. &listaire
Fairgusson a clever man, a'!ld the
Indians not dare to touch Neem, He
will save them. I have a leetle drop
of soup for madam; eat will be good
for her." .
"Go away!" gaid Pen.
Anita sobbed afresh.
"Madam midst not. make herself ill.
asheget
,a to
ane
771QetP • he 9
`.elle 1 y
on the hots, Anita, 1 leave her in
your care Madam is shivering. I
will fetch madam a leetle shawl and
wrap her up."
"If you do nut go' I will turn you
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out!" cried Pen, 'Horning upon her.
Anita went with ejaculations of
pity.
Billy, the terrier, casae to Pen and
rubbed his head against ler dress.'
"You understand," she said, catch-
ing hint up in her arms. "You.un-
derstand, Billy."
Billy snuggled himself in his mis-
tres's arias and slept peacefully.
Pen sat with the dog in her lap, her
face pressed against the window.
The glow of the lamps was soft and
bright when the moon went down
hehi'nd the house. Anita carne peep-
ing and crying at the door, and wept
and wrung her hands at the sight of
the little figure crouched at the win-
dow. She dared not speak to Pen.
Pon shivered as there crept into
the west the first wan light of dawn
Anita dared the worst, and, coming
into the room, wrapped a shawl
about the girl's shoulders. Pen w^as
not conscious of it. She was watch-
ing the ea(lteln sky lighten with dil-
ated eyes. Billy turned in her lap
and found a more comfortable spot
for his head.
"There is soup warm," whispered
Anita, tbu'ilPen did not hear her, and
she crept from the room.
A pink, flush earn into the sky.
The peaks were glittering with gold
from the sun on the other sick:. The
, sky was flecked with little flakes of
rose-coloured cloud. The light grew
dazzling behind the highest peak. Tile
shadows on the hills and below !u
the valley looked' black, then purple',
then blue, Pen could look no more.
The day was fully come. She
straightened her cramped limbs and
:hood. upright.
"He has not come, Billy," she .,aid.
"It is nine hours we have watched!"
She tottered into the room and
threw herself on the bed.
"He is dead," she said.
Anita brought her soup, but she
refused it,
"He, is dead!" she cried.
"My Jean i:, not dead!" cried An-
!'ia, "He •ees not dead, and ret 001
wicked to sof that Mistairc. Fairgus-
son des, for ,Team will di,a with rho
master. I will not have ee't that he
ees dead. Drink, madam, drink!"
But Pen turned her face to the.
'wall and would not be comforted.
With Billy, in .her arms she lay
! long mor•tlin
not eat-
ing
the 10 g g,
ing or sleeping.
Towarcds, the afternoon there came
a trampling of feet •and the sound of
(voices. Pen sa't uli and listened, but
!there was no sound of'the V0110 1)115
tiongecl to 'hear ar the step to which
her heart would answer,
The'door opened, and Miss Fergus-
on came in. Her face Was resolute,
but she burst into tears art the sight
of Pen, •
"My poor child!" she cried, "My
poor child!"
"Ho is (lead!" said Pen, leting her-
self be fondled in the ooni1ortable
arms. "Yea have come to he'll me
that he is reread 1"
"I Varve comae to tell you no :each
thing, yen little goose! Here, Anita,
give me the soup! Drink this, child!
Yeti have to be strong and brave, and
try to find out what has become of.
them all, not lie here and moan that
he is dead. Sit up and drink it alll
Now that game, Anita! Yes, you
will eat it; my dealer. We have Co save
Patrick, and you must be strong to
'do it."
To MVP hint; She had never
/taught of that! She ati' and drank
with new hope born in her heart,
"Anita sent for me this morning.
I came directly after I had beau to
^,(Arra, and told them what had
!al/petted. There are then cooling
up just after me, and they are armed.
We will soon fined out where Patrick
•:rd 1''inik)' on are from these In-
dians,"
' ('.i; 1r ave 11'. ye]' (11)17( cat!"
shrieked Anita. "Thin Jean and the
lien are load men! They will
not allow strangers to conte to their
village, They will kill them whim
they come."
"It vat: the only thing to be clone,"
said Miss Ferguson. "Do you think
T
was 11011ng to leave Illy brother in
the clutches of these Indians without
making an effort You nater ba a
fool, Anita! What rhe was there to
be clone?"
"I r4„r?at know. 11ut times! Oh,
my Than, my poor Jc ai "'
"'Ithaca Li your baby crying," :laid
Miss Ferguson, ,•uson, and Anita flew from
u.
"rile woman k a foul!"
said Miss Ferguson.
"You do not .hink that :he was
right?"
"No, of course not!"
But Sarah frowned, and walked
up and down the room. She was
called out a few moments later by
the maid. While she was gone Anita
came in and crept' to Pen's side,
There was real fear in her face.
"Madam, they will be ]tilledd flesh
don't speak! Let ole speak! I have
Ind•iali blood. I know—something,
not much, a leetle. But I have
heard, Will madam come with hie?•
I am frightened. If we are caught
we die, but my Jean—I love my
Jean! Will madam conte?" ,
"Anywhere!" said Pen.
"Madam is brave. We will go,
then. But say not a word to 11.,•_11 health -giving air of the mountains,
Pairgueson. She call ole a fool, but The Indians could bring then meat
vet ees she r4 ho ees fool. They will and milk, as they had done for old
be killed when the men from Cadera 1 Pierce. Mrs. Lyon had however be -
are seen from the village. I know , come worse on her arrival at the hut,
! lived there when I was a child, a and! Finlayson's wife had been the
quite small child.. But I aur only a I nearest' white woman.
bit Indian—my father was white and ' "Has she 110 one with her " asked
my mother nearly white.' Pen,
"Where are we to go." "There ees a half-breed woman.
"Up, un, high! Madam will be But I care not for Mrs. Leeon--she
atrong:" a troublesome angry woman'" Anita
"I am very strong," said Pen. shrugged her shoulders. Mrs. Legion
"You can bring hie mere soup. I might 'die; Anita Would not care.
am very strong." The hut, bailt by the side of a
"Say not a word to Mees Fairgus- narrow track with a precipice luut-
.son. You must slip out when she deeds of feet high towering above it,
015 not looking. We will be up there was in sight. The two girls had
before, the Cadera men have come." coarse five miles, and Anita was limp -
"She said that they would he there ing and dropping a tear at her own
misery. It was only the thought of
fiercely,
"Non," said poor Anita. "Nun;
but madam canot understand, 1
owner
"She will 1nt hack before we have
u•I .•d." nit l'en, though M1,. !"i•r-
n.;<in had only loft abual ten Min -
des.
"Where are you 11 )11 n i1 •1!
the maid.
"We, ('el to 1ii•3 1 eon, h ! 1 At'"
!tae promptly. "Tell e ll 1T,•', 1 c !r t,
on that we go to comfort the ;or.;'
Mrs. Lacon.,'
'1'1.y left the • 111'11 ', the 111''!.
with the baby in her arnl., Watebi.,;'
i:heln Blown the :;1 •ua with doubting
Nye), She (•ould say nothing, but h+','
(yea hetrayod that she.• did not be-
lieve that theyi wane to Mrs. Lyon';.
• - Chapter XXVII.
Nevel'theles, it was near the cot -
toga where the Lyon:- were stsavto.p
that the two e'irls first paused. Uhl
Pl'a'ce hal been a chal•a.e tm,• 11,7
was a morose solitary man who had
lived up here among the mountains
for the last twenty years. IFis hut
he had built of wood; it was a eent-
1ot.iabla ]ittl:• pl t.'p of four rooms,
Pe trick Ferguson had always ho1!ev-
ed that old' Pierce had seen better
days, hut the man had refused any
overtures of friendliness, and had
live, and died alone, An Indian from
the hills had come clown and asked
for the priest. ' He had brought a
message from old Pierce that he was:
dying and wished to see him. The
priest had gone, and was in time for
the end. He had buried hire near
his hut, with some Indians gravely
watching tare service.
The hut had been. taken charge
of by the priest, and, the Lyons fal-
ling ill at Cadera and being alniost
penniless, the good priest had offered
to 'them :for a time the hut in the
111 once."
Anita, laughed scornfully,
"The Cadola.lrlen like not fighting,
and they know the Indians. They are "There is something following us,"
afraid of them. Beside, most Cad- said Pon.
Behind them there was a sound of
panting breath.
"What ees oet." said Anita, green-
ing Pon's hand.
The sun 'rad set and the shore twi-
light was Online. over the mountains.
her Jean that ,prevented her from
crying that she could go no farther.
era men have Indian blood, and they
slow to go up( there. We shall be in
time. Hwlh! Speak not to Macs
Fait'.gusson.
Pen nodded. A bright spot of
colour had come into her cheeks, a
feverish glitter into her eyes. To do Their topmost peals still shone, but in
aonletitingI She felt strooll at the the valleys it was almost dark, An -
thought that she also could be up ita 'vas a coward, who would not
and doing. If heiwere alive she would have dreamed of venturing into the
be helping in the rescue; if he wore dark alone.
dead site might find death herself. "What Nes ret? • flee eel a spirit?"
S'.10 would not return if ho came not ; "it is Billy!" said Pen, with a
with her. Chording laugh which ended in a sob.
Miss Ferguson congratulated her- The terrier, hearing his name,
crawled forward, wagging his stump
of a tail; he knew that he ought not
to i1tavo come, and had cunningly
kept. at distance from the two
girls,
"We must take hem," said Pen.
K'We cannot semi him back. Per-
haps ho would got lost."
She felt that the dog was a friend,
offered more, protection than Anita,
Billy understood. He jumped 01)
with whines of delight and licked
Pen's hands.
The two girls, holding one another
and melting their way through the
gloom 'attend'edt by the terrier, look-
ed a very forlorn hope indeed to
rescue their husbands from the
haw:1a of a tribe of Indians.
"What acre we to do?" asked Pot.
(Sino was beginning to have doubts
of the sanity. of their proceedings,
though not for a moment did she
ch`earn of turning back. But the
gloom and the fears of Anita and the
majesty of the mountains were tel-
lung her khat she was too small and
wreak and helpless to do anything.
"But I can diel" she said between
her teeth.
Billy was sniffing from side to
side of the track. He ran to the door
of the hut and scratched,
• "Perhaps they 'are there 1" said.
Pam
Thele was a light burning in the
window, They knocked, and a hall.
brood woman opened to them. She.
and Anita 'rlrattored in their mixed
tongue,
self, on the difference in Pen's ap-
pearance. She talked briskly of the
rescue and hopefully of holy soon
they would' return."Fre will be here before 1110 even-
ing, child," she said. "You must not
be looking whites and ill when he
comes.""No," 'sand Pen.
"She changed her dross for a thickso"g,' Anita whispered to her that
it would be cold. Miss Ferguson. de-
voured' by an anxiety that elle would
not allow to appear, announced that
she would go down to the hacienda
anal being some of the mon-servants,
to help in, the search.
"That cess good—very good!" said
wily Anita. "They fond of the mas-
ter, and they work harder than those
Cadera men. Moos ]l .irgusson will
start at once."
Miss Ferguson was too wild with
'alnprehemsion to be able to remain
still. She tried to 'conceal it front,
Pen, 'bat her every 'movement and'
strained look were 01100711 for the.
two others, to see what'she was feel-
ing. She departed hurriedly, driv-
ing herself. She would be back bo -
fore .night, she said.
"She will not find us," said Anita.
The dark -eyed baby was left in
the care of the maid who had boon.
sent to take Anita's pltaree while she
Pursed Mrs. Lyon. Anita wept and P••
kissed the child," and delayed their
gong for than, minutes until Pen
pulled her by the arm.
"Dor you care for your baby more
than for year husband?" she said
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they were doing, and then hunted
6 forward again.
7,et ((8 (11 though he knew," said
Anita,
a "Are we going to the village?"
tt-ked Pen.
a • "No, nu; not to the tillage: They
• are not tl-,, r, . Ma 1r'(, 11111-4 ant away
+ flat I told her. Sr- u•, madam!"
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64,9 /0+41,''i'A• 6,2,O+0,eltk,t, •1,61,,,,>+ ,- "\14 0(11, I wn: a child a•l11
Iliac with my 7ranrtmother, I not.
s1. I was :meek. I was hors
rh r r lh u i', 4tin.r C'hildr'en. Th
good priest 1111! ',allele. me ,, !l:I,, my
nmt1i' r live and we in. Catera, and
when 1 en to the Indian • village I
en:!ze. Madam, be careful!"
Pen lead 51'l,oped arid fallen.
"1 11111 Shat hurt; I ails only
raid Pen.
"We had hater waft until the
moor. she rise. A:Nt res too dark to
walk farther, and e(:t will be deefi-
"W! at do•ee site :any! 40-e.e! Flee.
impatiently.
"She say.; that Mrs. Lenon
on (;•0
ill she cele:; for :.4)111(0 ane•. '
''rein within the ,•"nr11 conic.a 147'1;
wail.
"Patrick! Patrick!".m")11«1 111,111
'1110. u; thnug11 in ,10ll,'iul e
Pen shul1(.h•red. It was ebeaalu!
--AMA sound rum ars out on the
•
gloom and ecnoing (((0Ueh the tor,
ely Per "s' cult to find 'the way in the black
"Patrick! Patrick! Forgive night."
"Let u5 go km! said Pan. "'Quick! "We must 70 or," said Pen; but
It Is night and we have (lone nr th
dog!"
"Anel there are many, many
miles!" said Anita sighing,
The, woman closed the door. The
passed the window where the light
streamed out upon the precipice tow -
cuing above, casting a gleam upon
the face of gray rock. Pen, in spite
of herself, looked wl"thin. She caught
a glimpse of Mrs. Lyon lying upon
a bed, her head thrown back., 11er
eyes were open and staring up at
the beams of the low house; her
hair, unbound' and matted, was lying
upon the pillow. Her lips were
cracked with fever, and the low wail
cam(• from '.'hem as Pen glanced—
"Patrick! Patrick! Forgive!"
"Come, oome!" said Pen, seizing
Anita's arm. "Let us hurry! We
are taking too long."
Billy was running on ahead. They
could see his white body in the dark-
ness. The girls stu nbled and tripped dreds of years ago when the lend
on 'tate rough track. It was a climb taken by men from over the sea.
They go somewhere to worship and
,sacrifice on these great days. I ask
where. The children know not, and
the mothers whip 1me for asking.
Then one night I hear that they go to
take some one they catch in fight
with other Indians• who come to
search for gold—half-breed Indians
who want gold to go to cities with.
Then I think to myself I- will- see
where they go. 1 rise before eat 001
light, and I slip from the house where
Anita was da c t k',I, and Pen had to
submit.
"1 mast have light. There res the
good Billy ---hold hien! We are near
near the village, and I want not the
Indians to know."
• Billy was as impatient as his mis-
tress, but he sat panting in her lap
with ears cocked ready to be off at
u moment's notice.
"I watch when I live, among them.
I :fa that they go three times a year
somewhere. The head man and the
grown men, but no women or child-
ren• or boys. They return, and some
with ,blood upon them, I notice."
"Blood?"
"It was but a sacrifice; they sac-
rifice) to the sun, weeked men!" said
Anita., who belived' in many of the
superstitions of the Indians, though
she professed herself to be a sincere
Catholic. "All heathens in the vil-
lage! All worship as they did hun-
upwards. At times they had to
climb on hands and knees up the
steep rocks; at others they had to
walk with cautious steps and shoul-
ders pressed against rock rising sheer
above them( and keep ther feet from
venturing an inch too near the
blackness which yawned on the oth-
er side. Once Pen dislodged' a stone,
and ie. went into the blackness, and
for a second there was silence until
they heard it fall below.
"Be careful madam, be careful!" 1117 grandmother sleep, and I climb
said Anita crying. "It is thousands to where I can see thein stilt."
of feet down, down, down;" "You must have been brave1"
"Billy's white body was almost lost whispered Pen.
in the darkness, but he came back (Continued Next 'Week.)
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