The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-04-10

| peepeu luGO the bleIRQ. ana Inc MORSE
they are like deer, SO small are the
heads, and SO slim their legs. Je,
laughe at them. He said they we
good for naught but to take in one
arms and pat like kitten
"'There your Jean is wrong sal
quickly, not overpleased at this simp
irony. They are good to get over the
dreary wastes of yours, and wish yc
could just once enjoy ride behir
them, ard know what swiftness meant
"' I wish could she said, 'und
the pretty skins, and all the lovely 81
yer bells jingling."
"Why can't we? I pleaded, Goa
ingly pressing the little uugloved fiji
gers in my own. I'VE could get bac
again before our friends would find OF
we were gone, and then you could tie
Jean how wrong he was
can arch smile moved her beautifl
lips and frightened the depths of he
solft black eyes her foot tapped upo
the sanded floor, and her white han
futtered in mine. It was the sweetes
moment CT uncertainty with which ha
ever aught to do.
"sCome, Lulu,'I whispered. 'Yo
don't know how happy it would max
me-
"And I, too she said, looking u
in my face with Innocent candor. 6
also would be happy
=" 1t was probably the first Temptation
offered to this child of nature. Sh
yielded to it with guileless enthusiasm
Shortly after we were boundin,
over the snow with the speed of tn,
wind. My gallant grays, rested and re
freshed, and seemingly conscious of tn,
lovely burden they bore, SO swiftly
flew along that at times we were lifted
from the surface of the earth and draw
in mid-air, while tugged at the reins
and endeavored to restrain their ardor
"Lulu's eyes shone like lambert
stars her hair foated out on the might
wind.
care you happy, Lulu a'' said.
"tBut yes she replied, quickly.
And you?'
"'Ah, Lulu, I began. a hundred de-
lights pleading Tor utterance but in
that supreme moment of joy I was
checked by a group of fir trees that
rose before me, Immediately barring
our further progress. They were
strangely unfamiliar. Affair in the dis
lance saw, the shadowy outline of a
forest. I refined in the painting animals
My heart grew cold within me. An icy
dread paralyzed for a moment even
thought and feeling. I had mistaken
the way. We were lost And to be
lost in this Canadian waste was simply
death in a slow, torturing, terrible
form.
"To turn back and traverse the way
that it seemed we had come was my
first effort.
"'Yes, we will RETURN said Lulu,
already to tremble with a
vague fear. jean will become anx-
ious.'
% Alas for poor Jean he was at that
securing the white desert in
search of us, the prey of bitter fear.
81 watched every object that lifted
itself above the surface of the snow, but
could recognize none, and became pain
fully aware that perhaps every stride of
The horse took us further from the hos
5elry.
$40 add to my terror, the vapor in
The atmosphere melted into snow, and
soon we were blinded by drifts that
blew acrees our path and drove the
now wearied horses back upon their
~.
"Lu1u had long ago OWNED the sit
Iation, and said no word OF reproach,
sorrow or fright, but. sat, dear child,
Quite still, while the white torrent fell
lpon her beautiful hair and stiffened
he border of her hood. So white and
igid she looked, she might have been
,arved from the snow about us.
"The only work that fell from her
weet lips was the one that also tugged
It my heart, filling it with the bitter
less of a vain remorse Jean = MUIR
nured the poor child; and two big
ears fell from her eyes and froze upon
he hard, stiff hairs of the buffalo skin.
81 do not know what mad words of
egret and sorrow poured out at her
Get, but I remember still the woman1y
agerness with which she took all blame
Ipon herself, and strove to infuse hope
nto my fainting heart.
"The air grew sharp and chill the
light of the moon was dimmed by the
torn and the wind, gathering fierce
less and strength, beat louder and
ouder in the fir trees, and writhed and
hrieked in their skeleton branches.
The snow came down as never saw it
ONE down before and there in the
riffs and the freezing air, alone and
ost, were Lulu and and my splendid
rays. 1-ss. ....
1.-THE winds grew stronger, the drifts
rev deeper, and at last houndered
own the poor horses and while I
lrged with painting breath and gentle
ut of the whip, everything was growing
lin about me; my hands were numb
sharp bond cut into my very brain.
heard, as in o dream, the voice of
zulu, who, delicate and beautiful as
he was, could stand this torture better
han I, for she was born and reared in
his wide snow desert.
"The last thing I remember was
rawing out my pistol, and, like ono
RACED with last hope, firing it into
he air.
"Then, losing all power of will, I
ank back into the sleigh, now filled
nth snow, and heard, fainter and
ain.er. the gentle voice of Lulu-felt
Ike an enraptured ghost, the soft caress
f her hands, and her breath on my
rozen cheek.
"It would have been then a merciful
cath to die, could 1 have known that
zulu would have at least been safe on
be good heart of Jean; but my last
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oned by the thought of sthe bitter and
,nely death I had brought to this poor
hid.
"Of course, gentlemen, I did not die,
r I should not have been here to tell
on this tale with moral. When I
woke to consciousness I found myself
4 a huge bed, almost smothered in
overlets of elder-down, and faint
lea that I was being manipulated into
ONE plastic material by an iren hand,
ed me to open my eyes and find bend
ny over me the noble face of Jean.
Calm thyself, FRIEND in answer to
ay broken entreaties Lulu is strong
nd we'll, and brewing for thee some
CUP to put strength into thy poor
ody. When, thanks to the great God,
re heard thy firing, and at last found
GU, Lulu was able to speak and move.
ut thou vert as one frozen. And one
{ thy grays is dead in the stable yon
er the other 1 fear me will not see
be dawn of day. Thou shouldst not |
ave ventured thus with those puny
teeds-it was unwiser That was all
{ reproaches received from this noble
entleman. I leave you to imagine my