Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-09-07

eyes; with all the Intensity of my soul
and all the feeling my heart she re-
piled.
"And you did not tell me this before!o
mo, for you put away the supJect
whenever l approached it. l wanted 10
tell you when l found you in an amlabie
mood. You force me to tell you when
you are angered."
'"That is enough, girl; / will hear no
more. You cannot go to Fort Clark,
said the judge, with undisguised anger.
Il have ever ebeyed you, and shall con
tinue to obey you, while can do so With
out sacrificing higher duties
Higher duties! you shall obey ME. 90
TO YOUR room and remain there till send
Tor you"
''And you will not let me go to Fort
Clarke she asked, with a calmness that
was in striking contrast with his anger
Never on SUCH a mission. | will order
that no horse be provided for you"
He waved his hand for her to leave the
room.
She halted at the door and looking
back at him, she said:
"When you have returned to your bet
ter self you will regret this. Again say
I am determined to Go what think is
right"
"And so am l." said the judge.
every we'll, father; it saddens my heart
to know that the conflict has come, nor
does it ease me to know that have not
brought it on"
Florence went to her own room, With
| er Jennie followed her, and together they
consulted and wept by turns till the sun
went down.
1t was near daylight when Jennie Ford
dropped off to sleep, and Florence rose
quietly. She put on a pair of moccaslns
| and about her waist she fastened bead
| ed belt, a present from an admlrlng
hunter A pistol and a gold-hilted knife
| accompanied the belt. She fastened
small hunting bag over her shoulders, and
then took down from the mantel small
rife that looked like toy, but with which
| she had often shown her skill as shot.
| She went to the kitchen and filled her
haversack with cooked food, and then
started for the Fort Clark trail.
She waited in the edge Of the woods till
| the dawn began to creep down from the
mountains, and then she began her long,
! love-prompted journey. Brave of heart
and light of foot, she went on at speed
that would have tested the powers Of a
| trained pedestrian.
| She sped over rocky stretches where
| the Impractical eye could see no sign OF
a trail, but she never once made mis-
| take, but always came upon the tracks
leading to Fort Clark-whenever she
reached softer ground.
After the sun had passed the zenith,
she halted, bathed her face an | hands,
| and partook of some of the food in the
| haversack slung at her back--then away
| again.
! She knew that she could not reach Fort
| Clark before dark, and that she mast
remain in the woods all night. Ordinarily
the thought would have been alarming,
but the object of her mission and the
fear that Colin Morton might die before
she reached him overwhelmed every feel
ing as to self, and made her Indifferent
to danger and superior to fatigue.
Just as the sun was setting she came
to the banks of a rock-bordered stream
and began to look around for place that
held out the promise of protection from
wild animals, if not rest, till morning.
She clambered up the rocks and saw just
such a place as she desired, down closer
to the water.
Florence was in the act of descending,
when she was startled by hearing yell
across the stream, and then a chorus or
yeIls She looked up, and great was
her horror at seeing Fish Hawk and four
other savages leaping into the stream and
hurrying towards her.
| (To be continued)