Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-10-26

Siih hhEtlhED HARD, AND DREW BACh
AGAINST THE WALL
charming as now-never! But the
great surprise of seeing your husband,
it has made you shy-yes, quite. There
will be much time to come for you to
change all that 1t is quite pleasant
to think on, Lucy You re-
mem ber the song we used to sing on
The Chaudiere at St Antoine? See, l
have not forgotten it
ely longtemps queje t'aime;
Jamais je ne t'oublierai.
He hummed the lines over and over,
watching through his half-shut eyes
the torture he was ipflicting.
'Oh, Mother of God" she whispered,
have mercy Can you not see, do you
not know? l am not as you have left
mer
Yes my wife, you are just the
>same; not an hour older. I am glad
that you have come to me. VOLTA, how
they will envy Pretty Pierrew
Envy y Pretty - Pierre" she re-
peated, in distress; ARE you-Pretty
Pierre? Ah, 1 might have known,
might have known!"
Yes and sol Is not Pretty Pierre
rs good a name Us Francois Rives? Is
it not as good as Shon McGann?"
"Oh, l see it all, see it all now" she
mournfully said 1T was with you he
quarreled, and about me. He would
not tell me what it was. You know,
then, that am-that am married-to
him"
Quite. know all that; but it Is no
marriage" He rose to his feet slowly,
dropping the cigarette from his lips
as he did So Yes" he continued, land
know that you prefer Shon McGann
to Pretty Pierre"
She spread out her hand appealingly.
"But you are my wife, not his Lis
ten, do you know what l shall do?-I
will tell you in two hours. 1t is now s
o'clock. At 10 o'clock Shon McGann
will meet me at the Saints Repose
| Then you shall know. All, it
is a pity! Shon was my good friend,
but this spoils all that Wine, it has
danger; cards-there is peril in that
sport; women-they make trou BILE mos,
of all"
"oh, God" she pitifully said, what
have done? There was no sin in me.
was your faithful wife, though you
were cruel to me. You left me, cheated
me, brought this upon me. 1t is you
that have done this wickedness, not l. Z"
She buried her face in her hands,
falling on her knees beside the chair
He bent above her: "You loved the
you avocat better, eight years ago"
She sprang to her feet "Ah, now |
understand" she said; that was why
you quarreled with me; why you de-
ser ted me-you were not man enough
to say what made you so much the-so
wicked and hard; So"
BE thankful, Lucy, that l did not
kill you them" he interjected.
But it is lie," she cried; "A liep'
She went to the door and called the
Indian woman.
"Ikni," she said. HE dares to say
evil of Andre and me- Think-of
Andre!'
Ikni came to him and put her
wrinkled face close to his, and said
"She was yours, only yours; but the
spirits gave you devil Andre, oh,
oh, Andre! The father of Andre was
her father-ah, that makes your sulky
eyes to open. Ilsni knows how to speak
Ikni nursed them both. If you had
waited you should have known. But
you ran away like wolf from coal
of fire; you slammed death like fox;
you come back like the snake to crawl
into the house and strike with poison
took, when you should be with the
worms in the ground. But Ikni knows
you shall be struck with poison too,
the Spirit of the Red Knife waits for
you. Andre, Andre, was of her father
too"
He pushed her aside savagely: "Be
still!' he said "get out-quick. Mon
Dieu, quickl"
! When they were alone again he con-
tinued with less anger in his tone: $50