The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-11-19
"Which, Of course, you riefusedl" cried

(Which, Of course, you refused" cried
the young man Indignantly.
"He assured US that he Ia the owner OF
mining claims worth several hundred
thousand dollars"-
"What, father" interrupted Leon,
"can it be you entertained his PROPOSE
tionH'
"Gently, gently, my sonI" said Morel.
"rm wiser than you in these worldly
matters. Captain Roberts Is man Of
position and power in the province and
dangerous man to have for an enemy. I
tried not to offend him. thrust myself
down and told him that q farmers daugh-
ter would not make Q proper wife for .
British officer Of rank and wealth"
Thank heaven" calculated Leon,
"that you were strong enough to do this,
father! But how did 1t all endr'
'Ho grew violent" replied Mr.. Morel,
land warned me to have care how I
made enemies in this wild and desperate
country. When it once became Known
said he, that Captain Roberts has been
accepted as the future husband Of Miss
Pauline, you and your family will be -
safe in the province a. you would be In
your native village He then promised
to give you valuable information - to
the location Of mining claims, guarantee
ing that you would return home . mil
liOnaire within u years time. To all
these brilliant promises returned . firm
but respectful answer that the proposed
alliance was impossible. Whereupon,
thinking to make Q bold strike for the
coveted prize, Roberts called out: "Well.
friend Morel, this way Of deciding
things may be French fashion, but 1t is
not our English way. Let Miss Pauline
have word to say. She has assuredme
that her heart Is entirely Free
"At this" continued Morel, "our lit
tie Pauline turned very red, but agreed
to the proposition, and calling her TO my
side told her to decide her own fate.
She fixed her eyes on Captain Roberts
face, which became very pale as he met
Pauline's steady, honest look.
"'rm grateful for the honor, Captain
Roberts, said she quietly, but 1t can
not be. love-another.'
Brave little Pauliner cried Leon.
spoken like Q true Alsatian. but who
the deuce
Morel raised his hand and motioned to
his son to keep silence, and then contin-
ued, when Roberts heard these words
be broke out fercely:
"'Love another2 What, can It be Dos
sible that you have allowed this un-
known adventurer, who happened to
save you from the grizzly Roberts
paused, fairly choking with rage, while
our Pauline grew redder and redder.
Some desperate from the states he
blurted out, low riffraf that has drifted
into the province since the gold was dis
covered. MOrel, you're fool, you're .
madmani But go your waysi Iwish you
luck with your new son-in-law. He'll
be credit to your and seizing his
horses reins, he swung himself in the
saddle and rode off,"
We've made Q dangerous enemy"
cried Leon, "but we're honest folk, and
have nothing to fear from anybody"
Roberts may not be as bad q his
reputation" said Morel. "rm told he
has son and daughter in the province,
and that It's the sons influence with the
government which keeps the father In
command Of the mounted police"
"Come, come" exclaimed Madam
Morel, testify, "are you men never COM
ing to dinner. Everything Is getting
cold. I've cooked o stick full Of tor.
tillas for you. Leon, and for you, papa,
I've got lovely mess Of pigjeree (bacon
and ricel 90 come one and come all and
let little Pauline's lovers take care Of
Themselves"
There was Q hearty laugh Of Pauline's
expense, and the family gathered around
the table, which was formed by setting
. stake under the tailboard Of the
pack wagon. Leon had much to tell
them about his mine and how he was
land owner In the province Turning
to his father, he cried out;
"K we strike II rich, little papa I
shall yet be French senator"
"And what shall l be, heyT inquired
Morel, "plain Alsatian farmer, ! sup
pose. with no other duty than to Be
proud Of his son and say to everybody he
meets: Have you read Senator Morel's
last speechf That's my son, you know. :"
"How nicely bottle Of bon ordinaire
would go with this pigjoreeT' cried out
Leon.
"Ah, dear old France" murmured
Madam Morel. II wonder when we
shall see her againT
"What, homesick already, little moth
err inquired Pauline. "Why, l think
this is q beautiful country"
Fine country for grizzlies, said Leon,
ct which Pauline's dark eyes were quick
ly lowered and . deep blush mantled her
sweet girlish face.
Let her alone, you men," cried Ma
dam Morel, "why shouldn't she be
grateful to her rescuerT"
Gratitude, mother" replied Leon,
olives next door to-
But Pauline's little hand stopped his
mouth.
The rest Of the day was passed in look.
ing over their mining outfit and laying
plans for beginning work on Icons
claim. The sun had set behind the
towering larches and it golden light
gilded the wonderful red barked trees Of
the forest On the distant ridge the
pines stood Hike columns Of fame be-
meath the glory Of the sunset. The
whole sky glowed with wondrous tints
Of yellow and scarlet. The laughter
and gayety Of the Light hearted MorelS
were hushed ct sightof this glorious sun
set Suddenly the sound Of . horses
hoofs reached their ears and the next
moment scarlet coated officer Of the
police force rode mp to the little camp.