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

encouragement 10 IneIn-
.sFear nothing said he; mo harm
viii come to us We shall DO back in a
day or so. This is not Bismarckland,
tell you'll Close the packwagon securely
at night and see that your pistols are
close at hand But you'll not need them.
Women are sacred in this country. II a
wolf comes prowling around in the night
use my Winchester, Pauline Take good
care Of little mamma. Goodby, goodbyp
The three men rode away and Pauline
and her mother stood watching them
until their forms faded out of sight in
the dark shadows cast by the towering
pines which lined the road.
"Don't tremble, little motherp cried
Pauline bravely, for she felt her heart
grow strong at thought of the glaring
injustice that had been done her father
and brother They'll soon come back
to as. Hector and I'll take good care
of you. You know I've killed deer
and Leon says I'm as good shot with a
pistol as he is
Madam Morel smiled at her daughters
cheering words and replied: 81 don't fear
four footed enemies, my child. There's
another kind far more dangerous.
"Oh, You mean men, little mammal"
cried Pauline with laugh. "Pshaw,
everybody says q woman is safer in the
province than she would be in the streets
of large city. just recollect how you
and / have been treated since we left
Seattle. Why. the men act as if we
were real angels. / saw one of them
pick Up q bit Of cloth that tore off the
sleeve of my dress and tie it in his but
tonhole for luck, as he called it."
Madam Morel drew her pretty daugh-
ter to her side in warm embrace. 'sIm
not afraid Of either, my sweet baby"
she murmured as she kissed Pauline's
soft cheeks mo one will harm US.
But como. let US prepare for bed, and
begin by praying that holy Mary may
watch over our dear ones in this dark
hour"
The two women paused several times
in their labors to contemplate the sub
Unity of the scene which surrounded
them, for the moon had risen and the
grandeur Of the forest scenery, the dull
murmuring roar of the swift flowing
Fraser, interrupted only by the mournful
cry Of the whip-po or-will and-the howl
Of the coyotes, impressed them more
than ever now that they were alone in
this almost illimitable region of solitude.
Hector felt his importance as the sole
gardian of Pauline and her mother, and
from time to time made the tour of the
little camp and reported that all was
well by friendly wag Of the tail Pau
line followed her fathers directions and
laid his Winchester and brace Of re-
volvers within easy reach. Worn out by
the excitement of the day, Madam Morel
was soon sleeping soundly, very much to
Pauline's satisfaction. She however
found waking and thinking of the hand
some stranger more to her taste.
81 wonder if shall ever set eyes upon
him again" she asked herself, aud then
she tried to recall the musical ring Of
his voice and the kindly CLEAN Of his
eye. HE is surely no desperate" argued
the young girl to herself. "or any such
adventurer as Captain Roberts would
have us believe. He was SO gentle and
SO brave that l know he must be higher
born than amp sighed the poor girl,
as she lay there beside her mother list
ening to the cry Of the great white owl,
which nests in the gigantic pines Of these
forests.
AS the night wore on, even the cries
of bird and beast gradually closed and
deathlike stiffness settled upon these
solitudes of mountain and plain. Pau
line had never before attempted to watch
through the night this way, and SO
strange and mysterious was this first ex-
perience Of hers that it had sort Of fas-
cination about it. She was giving her
self up to the full enjoyment Of this de-
hoious sensation OF utter loneliness and
helplessness, no doubt akin to that pleas
urs which a man finds in needlessly fac
I'M, extreme danger, when low growl
from Hector called her back to thoughts
of real life. Rising to her feet without
awakening her mother, Pauline proceed
ed to the end of the wagon, and draw
I'M; the canvas aside saw that a covered
vehicle was passing along the road from
Which their camp was several hundred
feet distant. She heard it halt, although
it had passed quite out of sight.
In few moments Hector's excited
manner, accompanied by angry growing
and barking, aroused Madam Morel, and
the two women became convinced that
some one must be approaching their
wagon.
.'Who goes there? Halt, or III firer'
cried Pauline, thrusting her head out of
the wagon.
"a friend" was the answer that came
quickly back. 1--WE need help Call off
the dog. Have you any spirits, one of
our men is dying?"
Stand where you are" cried Pauline.
cru get you some in few moments.r
The brave girl hastily wrapped a shawl
about her shoulders, and seizing the bottle
which her mother had taken from a
locker began to unite the canvas at the
end of the wagon.
''Let mo go, Pauline" cried Madam
Morel, .'it's better"
mo, no, little mamma" returned
Pauline, "you could do nothing with
Hector He wouldn't mind you; stay
back"
Pauline sprang lightly down and ad-
vanced to meet the man whose figure
was dinly outlined in the moonlight.
She noticed that Hector was STRANGELY