The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-08-23
CHAPTER III.

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Lucy Roberts was the only white
woman, or, more correctly speaking
girl, for she was only twelve years Of
age, to make her appearance in the min
ing camps along the bed Of the Fraser
Large for her age, her sweet girlish face
lighted up by wide opened blue eyes of
rare beauty, her head decked with an
unusual growth of golden hair, Lucy,
who was most daring horseback rider,
fitted through the mining camps like a
sprite, her long hair thrown to the wind
and glittering in the sunshine with a
golden sheen.
The rough miners idolized her, and she
often came like an angel of peace among
them, qUelling brawls, staying the hand
uplifted with murderous intent, or rescu-
ing some poor wretch from the clutches
of the desperate. .sAngel Of Hella
Hollow. /" Belle of the Cariboo, "Guar-
dian Spirit of Cory Gulch," Golden
Lucy" were some of the picturesque
names bestowed upon her by the inmates
of the mining camps.
Strange to say, no one stood more in
dread of Lucy's love of fair play and
her vigor in bringing evil doors to
justice than her own father, for he was
only too prone to make use Of his power
for the purpose of furthering his own
interests. or the qualification Of his
darker passions. The moment the arrest
Of the Morels became known to Miss
Roberts, now young lady Of twenty,
she at once suspected some evil design
on her fathers part-a suspicion which
grew into a certainty when she learned
Of the existence of the beautiful French
girl and the attempted abduction follow
ing SO close upon the arrest Of the father
and brother.
'The captains daughter desires to see
the French prisoners!D said the officer at
the guardhouse to. his superior the morn
ing after the arrest.
ssA1l right, admit her" was the order
given without the slightest hesitation.
So accustomed was Lucy Roberts to
come face to face with the very off
scourings Of the worlds market places,
attracted to the province by the magical
cry Of gold, that she opened her blue
eyes in unaffected establishment as she
was confronted by the Morels, especially
Leon. whose frank, open countenance
and manly bearing appealed at once to
her innate love Of honesty and fair deal
ing.
Leon had already heard of the "Angel
of Hell's Hollow" but in the widest
fights Of his imagination he had not
pictured to himself any such modest and
refined maiden as stood before him. He
felt the blood tingling in his cheeks as
those round. wide opened, liquid blue
eyes were turned full upon him. and for
moment he even forgot his gold mine.
After listening to their answers to her
questions Lucy exclaimed:
This is infamous treatment, gentle
men, and your imprisonment shall not
be Of long duration.
Leon stammered out few words of
thanks.
Sand meanwhile" she continued,
"don't have the slightest anxiety about
your mother and sister. I'll order food
sent to their camp, and I'll ride down to
see them today. With me for their
friend they need fear no more rufiian-
ISM" and turning to the door she gave a
few smart raps with the loaded handle
of her riding whip The guard made his
appearance.
furnish these gentlemen with the
best food the police camp Affords she
said in a low tone, "and charge the ex-
ira expense to me-" then with grace
full and friendly inclination of her body
she bounded out of the room, reused her
hunting dogs and was in the saddle and
out of sight before the Morels had re-
covered the use Of their tongues.
Leon stood by the heavily barred win
dow straining his eyes to get another
glimpse of the Belle of the Cariboo, >
when he felt his fathers hand laid upon
his shoulder.
Come, my boy, don't let Golden
Lucy reconcile you to your imprison-
ment," cried Morel with laugh.
'sIsn't she superb, fatherl9 exclaimed
Leon, still at the window.
Permit me, Monsieur Morel,r said
his father, touching Leon gently on the
! arm. Leon turned quickly about. With
a mischievous smile his father held out
| little bunch of white violets.
Were they hersy' cried Leon joyfully,
as he took them and pressed them to his
lips.
Just as / used to be, just as used to
be, mur1nured the elder Morel, and then
he added: "Yes, they were hers. She
struck them with her riding whip and
knocked them from her corsage, Don'i