Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-08-02

trees of the forest. On the distant
ridge the pines stood like columns OF
flame beneath the glory OF the sunset
The whole sky gIowed with wondrous
tints of yellow and scarlet. The laugh,
ter and gayety of the light hearted
Morels were hushed at the sight OF this
glorious sunset. Suddenly the sound
OF horses hoofs reached their ears,
and the next moment a scarlet coated
officer of the police force rode up to the
little camp. Touching his hat respect
fully he said:
"I'm looking for Louis and Leon
Morel, father and son."
"Here we are" cried Morel, stepping
forward, Pauline uttered low cry OF
half fear, half surprise, and chung to
her mother with deep anxiety pictured
on her face. Morel raised his head tow
ard the two women and said in quiet
tone, "Be calm" then turning to the
officer he continued:
What is your business with US, sir?''
81 hold a warrant for your arrest, "
was the reply.
"Our arrest?" repeated Morel. This
is not Bismarckland. What are we &C
cused Of? Let me see the warrant"
The officer handed the paper to the
Frenchman, who glanced 1t over.
''Horse stealing" he exclaimed, as the
blood mantled his face and neck. This
is Infamous. We are honest people"
"Yes, we are honest people!" cried
Madam Morel, stepping forward and
facing the police officer.
Morel laid his hand gently on his
wife's shoulder. "This is not matter
for women to SETTLE" he murmured;
then approaching the officer he informed
him that thoir horses were tethered some
distance away and that his son would
bring them in. 1--WE shall be ready to
follow you in short half hour" added
Morel.
The officer nodded his approval.
Pauline's eyes were filled with tears
as her father led her and her mother
aside and spoke a few words OF comfort
and encouragement to them.
Gear nothing" said he; 'no harm
will come to us. We shall be back in a
day or so. This is not Bismarckland, 1
tell you! Close the packwagon securely
at night ane see that you pistols are
close at hand. But you'll not need them.
Women are sacred in this country. If a
wolf comes providing around in the night
use my Winchester, Pauline. Take
good care of little mamma. Goodby,
goodby!"
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 mother!" cried
Pauline bravely, for she felt her heart
grow stronger at thought Of the glaring
Injustice that had been done her father
and brother. "They'll soon come back
to us. Hector and I'll take good care
of YOU You know I've killed deer
and Leon says Pm as good a shot with
d pistol as he is.
Madam Morel smiled at her daugh-
ter'S 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 a laugh. "Pshaw,
everybody says woman is safer in the
province than she would be In the
streets of a 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 bit Of cloth that tore off the
sleeve of my dress and tie 1t to his but
tonhole Ser luck as he called it,"
Madam MoreI drew her pretty daugh-
ter to her side in warm embrace. I'm
not afraid of either, my sweet baby"
she murmured as she kissed Pauline's
soft cheeks. No one will harm US.
But come, 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 mourn
full CRY OF the whip-poor-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
guardian 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 tall. Pau
line followed her fathers directions and
laid his Winchester and brace OF re-
yolvers within easy reach. Worn out
by the excitement of the day, Madam
| c1a
much to Pauline's satisfaction. She,
however, found waking and thinking Of
the handsome stranger more to her
taste.
~ wonder IL I shall ever set eyes upon
him again" she asked herself, and then
she tried to recall the musical ring OF
his voice and the kindly CLEAN OF his
eve. HE is surely no desperado," ar
gned the young girl to herself, ''or any
such adventurer as Captain Roberts
would have US believe. He was so gen.
tie and so brave that know he must be
higher born than l ami" sighed the poor
Girl. rs she lay there beside her mother
listening 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
death-like stiffness settled upon these
solitudes of mountain and plain. Paul
inc had never before attempted to watch
through the night this way, and Sc
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
licions sensation OF utter loneliness, and
helplessness, no doubt akin to that pleas
ure which man finds in needlessly fac
ing extreme danger, when a low grow
from Hector called her back to thoughts
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