Morris tribune., 1895-09-25

i briel hotly, but somewhat shamefacedly,
it must be confessed, and without lift
ing his head, thinks any the worse OF
man for bein in the whisky bizness.
Noone thinks anything about it, and the
jedges ain t SO very hard upon man
for smugglin now. believe If there
was license in the country there'd be
less hypocrisy and hard drinkin. It's a
foolish law--an Unjust law.
| 'sBut it's the law, she persisted,
"and can t bear to see you break it. I
am sure we can manage to live without
you doing this thing. My wants are not
many, and they can be made fewer.
| You need not take me into Medicine
Hat this winter, and have lots of good
clothes. You know can make lots of
money if you will let me. Look at all
those moccasins have made and sewed
with silk and beadwork, and those bea-
yer caps and mitts. There are shops in
town would only be too glad to get
them, and I could work lots more. I am
sure there is no necessity for you to run
any risks for my sake "
And now there was pleading, visit
full look in her eyes as she spoke; there
was entreaty in every delicate feature
of her face there was suppressed pa
thos in her soft and modulated voice.
As her name denoted, she was of
French descent on her father side, but
her mother had been a Scotswoman.
Perhaps it was to this fact that the girl
owed somewhat of her complex nature,
that quick, sympathetic turn of mind,
the lively imagination and light heart
edness Of the French alongside the deep
rooted religious instincts and stable,
thoughtful nature of the Scotch. Though
Gabriel could talk French-and Marie,
too, for the matter of that-there was
nothing in their speech that would have
led stranger to suppose SO. Gabriel's
father, when the former was a mere
child, had left tho French settlements
and pushed out west and circumstances
having thrown the son nearly all his
life among the English speaking popu
lation he had contracted that monde
script form of speech peculiar to the
western man and the frontiersman.
Gabriel surreptitiously Embossed the
double string that converted the willow |
into hoop and made show of being
annoyed as the ends flew asunder That |
he was uneasy and fighting out battle |
within himself there could be little I
doubt. He nerved himself, however, and
laughed in a hard, brusque way, very
unlike his real self, as he replied:
Oughl Ought as the Niche says, I
and what nonsense is it talkin bout /
now, bout workin moccasins, fur caps
and mitts, just as if it were squaw or
a breed, and hevin to sell them too
Now, look e yere, Marie ] don It 'xact-
" know what I've bin dom to put SIGH
notions in your head I'm sure you s al
lus had all the money You s liver wanted
to. In fact, I kin hardly iver git ye to
tex any. Why, my child, instead o be-
in a beggar, as ye seem to think. I've a
matter of SO, 900 laid by, }. and only want
to mex a little more SO S to help us leave
this played out country-for since the
buffalo's gone I've no more use for it
and then we'll strike the trail and 90
way down south into Uncle Sam s
country, and tex some nice farm where
veil hev lots o. comp'ny and won't be
boxed up we're as ye're now I've bin
;hinkin Of late it's hardly the spriest
Kin o. life for a young gal. =
Poor man, it had hardly dawned up
IN him that she was now no longer a
young gal. He loved her with all
he silent and conserved force Of an I'M
nature, and perhaps love
s slow to observe change. AND then,
Ter mother having died when she was
nut a child, end Gabriel having wisely
emit her to the convent at Prince AL