Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1895-11-06
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counted. She possessed an almost mex
haustible fund Of the folklore Of these
once wild regions; Of the days-not sc
very long ago either-when the buffalo
blackened the plains with their mum
bers; of the exciting adventures Of the
old French voyagers with the Indians
Of the days of the old Northwest com.
pany and the Hudson Bay company,
when Assiniboia, Manitoba and the ter.
ritories generally were unknown or al
least known only as a part of the Great
American desert; of the days of Louis
Riel and the first rebellion; reminis.
cences of Wolseley; what Fort Garry
looked like in the old Red river days
and of the second rebellion. In short,
Jeanette was living epitome Of the
history of the great lone land.
It grew dark, but still they sat talk
ing and laughing; the cloud that threat
ened them had evidently lifted for the
time being. 1t would have been diff
cult thing for a stranger, seeing them
sitting there, to have guessed the nature
of the business that necessitated the
presence of the police sergeant in that
house. This individual, indeed, just
then was watching the effect of the
pickering freight as it played upon the
hair of Marie St. Denis, discovering a
CLEAN of gold in it. He would have
been perfectly content to sit there for
an indefinite period, so satisfied was he
with his occupation.
To the next room, where the officer,
the private and the scout sat, peal Of
laughter had penetrated.
"What the DEVILS that?" suddenly
cried the gentleman who represented
her majesty. II guess I herd that
afore.
"Sir, did you do me the honor Of adj
dressing yourself to me?" inquired the
little scout, with gravity.
eyes, stupid. Ideclare, Pierre, You
grow stupider every day. I say, you
constable, you Townley chap, what s
that blanked row? It WASH t a horse,
was it," And Jamie's voice became
tinged with anxiety.
'No, sir, was the reassuring answer
of the private. cit is that beggar York
cyl beg your pardon, sir, meant to
say the sergeant-fooling with that pref
ty girl in the next room. And what a
time he is having, to be surep'
And at the thought of what he was
losing the outspoken and precocious
youngster turned over on his side and
groaned.
sis he-er-fond Of that sort Of
thing?" queried the officer, angling, ac-
cording to his wont, for information of
an discriminating nature.
''Well, I should just say rather, -
answered the private, somewhat I'M
justly, it must be confessed, but with
an excusable desire to punish his supe-
rior overcoming his scruples. "Why,
Harry is such a confirmed q irt that he'd
make love to the black eyed goddess
Night if he got the chance -
"You don't say so! The devil he
would" was the weak and dubious
comment.
Jamie did not feel quite certain that
the private's reply committed the SER
geant to any specific charge, so he did not
care to pursue the matter further lest
he should betray his ignorance as to the
personality Of the dark eyed Eve in
question, who, he concluded, might on
~ be some Toronto barmaid, after all.
The private noted with disappoint-
ment that Jamie had refused the bait.
"It's my usual luck, % he continued,
forgetting the august presence of his su-
perior officer in his half envious soiilo-