The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1874-10-24

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"A wccZlc asleep"
obey yissle two, three, times, said monsieur
l"Dey say dey hat one dog somevcres, but
whites keep one eye on dem, and one to dis
wondairful creature, like dry twig WIZ legs
7 wos seize from behind, and two fellows Tic
,, mo and take nv gun, and dey ali 20 every
vercs-dis way and dat vey. Helas!" mourn
ed monsieur; "dey vas so easy to be lie.
am one idiot. | should know dcy have
INV dear childw exclaimed Mr., IlavilAnd
ouyiously, when he returned to the cottage
"hoye YOU quite recovered from your frightE'
~ don't think | was very much fright
tened" said Agnes. Papa / thought you
would surely bring the gentlemen back with
. you"
- This is all my fault, Agnes. | never
thought of your coming up here alone, !
took every precaution to keep these things
!, from YOU, so that you would not borrow trOu-
/ bic about me when am up here"
! Papa, they may have saved my life, and
did not even thank them"
! "My dear, said everything" said her
! father, "but they were far from their camp,
! and their party is going to move further ON,
early in the morning: they will call ON Us,
my dear, when they pass through Waneta, On
J their way komc,"
, But Agnes thoughts often reverted, that
evening, to a handsome face, little, gr' &C.
/ ful figure, trick of voice and manncrWhic
would render the lucklcss beaux Of Nancta
/ insipid for ever
The rising moon cast soft, uncertain light
over the hunters camp, on green ridge
across the marshes 4 grand bonfire was
blazing; there was much laughing and Jest
/ ing among the dark figures busted around IT.
and say0ry smell of camp cookery pcrva-
ded the all. Is there any pleasure in the
world like camping out in the autumn woods
/ Can ANYTHING compare in flavor with stcws
and roasts prepared over the campfire? Is
any sleep so sweet rs under the little tent,
with the wind in the trce-tOps, the hOOting OF
| owls and distant yelping Of prarie-wolycs for
music? The Indians happy hunting-g ground
| is no mean anticipation Of future bliss 1t
was Il scene for an artist, and Ray Fielding
! had often studied it with an artists eye; but
to night different picture occupied his
mind, and his cigar went out, forgotten in
pleasing revcric.
The two friends had prudcntly spared
themselves from unmercitul raillery, by keep.
Ing their stories to themselves, but, as they
Law resting on their blankets spread on the
soft grecnsward the Frenchman became vol.
uble with whimsical regrets over his misad.
venture
"A pretty tale TO relate TO our friends
vcrrc pretty
Beautiful" said Fielding, with reprcssed
enthusiasm.
1--WE sail ncvair have such an opportuntce
no more!"
ayes, when we come back" unused Field
ing.
Il ncvair would tink I should be so pre-,
cious green"
"No, blue" said Ray, irrelevantly,
CHI" said Paul, regarding him qulzzi-
cally. "Ah, 0ui certdtHemeHt, deeplec, dark
lee, beautifullee blue-eh, mon Gaai, caught
at last!'
NONSENSE said Ray; but lie resolved to
know of beautiful, intrepid Agnes Havlland
The hunting party, in due time, disbanded
ard returned to the prOsaic earning at bread
and butter, but the artist and naturalist still
fingered Making Waneta their headquar-
tcrs they went out hunting and fishing, the
Frenchman collecting specimens, and Field
ing filling his portfolio with some OF the best
work of his life. 1t was the life in which
Paul delighted, and Ray spent all his even.
ings with sweet Agnes. These Arcadian
days could not last forever, but before young
Fielding departed foi his distant city home
certain credentials had been laid before Mr..
Iaviland and the lovelcst in Wane;a had
been wood and won.
The great suit was favorably decided, and
Mr. Haviand's investments, combined with
the fortune of his son-in-law, gave great impe-
tus to the now beautiful little city of Waneta.
The h0rse.thief region has become quite
harmless and respectable, is being rapidly
drained and settled, and Agnes Fielding and
her husband often ride out thither to visit
their great fruit and stock farms in the Sand
Ridge