The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-06-21


touch of irony, for he knew that the
trapper had a precious tongue for
Scripture when a missionary passed
that way, and bad name with wo-
men to give it point MOwley smiled,
sourly. but Macavoy laughed outright,
and smacked his lips Oh his pipestem
luXuriOusly.
'Aw. now, Pierre all me little fail
lins'-aw" he said. Pierre swung
round on the bench. leaning upon the
other elbow. and cherishing his cigar
ette, presently continued:
She had come far, and was tired
to death, SO stiff that she could hard
" get from the horse: and the horse
too. was ready to drop. Handsome
enough she looked for all that. in
mans clothes and a peaked cap, with
a pistol on her belt. She wasn't big
built Just a feathery kind of d sap
ling-but she was set fair on her legs
like a man. and a hand that was as
good as [ have seen, so strong and
fine, and like silk and iron with
horse. Well, what was the trouble! !
for [ saw that there was trouble.
Her eyes had a hunted look and her
nose breathed like deeI's IN the chase.
All at once when she saw HlltOn's
wife. a cry came from her and she
reached out her hands. What would
women Of that sort do They We're
both Of kind. They got into each
others arms. After that there was
nothing for Us men but to wait. All
women are the same, and HlltOn's
wife was like the rest. She must get
the secret first. then the men should
know. We had to wait an hour. Then
HiltOn's wife brckoned to Us. We
went inside The girl was asleep.
There was something III the touch Of
Hilton's wife like sleep itself-like
music 1t was ner voice that touch.
She could not speak with her tongue,
but her hands and face were language
and music Bien, there was the girl
asleep, all clear Of dust and stain, and
that fine hand, it lay loose on her
breast, so quiet-sO quiet. Entin, the
real story, for how she lay there, does
not matter but still it was good to
see, when we know the story"
The trapper was laughing silently
to himself, to hear Pierre In this 70
mantle mood. A woman's hand-it
was the game for a boy, not an ad
venturer. for the women We're like
deer spoils for the hunter Piere
saw it, but he was above petty anger.
He merely said:
''lf a man nave an eye to see be
hind the face, he understands the
foolish laugh of a man, or the hand Of
a good woman, that is mucl. SO Hill
tons wife told rs all. She had rid
den zoe miles from the southwest, and
was making for Fort Micah. sixty
miles further north. For what? She
had loved a man against the Will Of
her people, There had been a feud,
and Garrison was the lovers
name-was the last on his own side.
There was trouble at a Hudson's Bay
company's post, and Garrison shot
half-breed. Men say he was right to
shoot him for Il wOman's name must
be safe up here-beside the half breed
dew first. Well Garrison was tried,
and must go to jail for a year. At the
end Of that time he would be free.
The girl, jamie, knew the day Word
had come to her. She made every
thing ready. She kenw her brothers
were Watching her three brothers
and two other men who had tried to
get her love. She knew also that the
five would carry on the fued against
the one man. SO, one night she took
the best horse on the ranch. and start
ed away toward Fort Micah. AlOrs
you know how she got there, after two
days hard riding, enough to kill a aman.
and over fifty yet to do. She was
sure her brothers We're on her track.
But if she could get te Fort Micah.
aud be married to Garrison before
they came. she wanted no more. There
were only two horses Of use at Hill
tons post then all the rest were
away or not fit for travel. There was
my Tophet. and q lean chestnut with
a long propelling gait, and not an
ounce Of loose skin on him. There
was but one way, the girl must get
there. Allons, what IS the good. What
Is life without these things? The girl
loves the man, she must have him in
spite Of all. There was only Hilton
and his wife and me at the post. and
Hilton was lame from fall. and one
arm in a sling, If the brothers fol
lowed, we'll, Hilton could not inter
fere, he was a company's man, bpt for
myself, as | said. was hungry for ad
venture. | had an ache in my blood
for something. | was tingling to my
toes, my heart was humping il my
throat. All the cords of my legs were
Strengthening like | was in the saddle.
Pierre sat up. 1t seemed absurd
for him to speak as one who could be