Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-02-04

III tne forest, SpiaShlnS departing sum-
ner with more than royal glory.
Raul and Louise walked down to
where the canoe lay upon the rocky
beach. Paul was an athlete and the
terror of the college campus as well as
90 the class room. His grandfather was
&c nsidered giant among the soldiers
under the Inflated Papineau. He grasp
ed the thwart and lifted the light canoe
into the water. kneeing in the bottom.
paddle in hand, to steady the tidgety
shell.
She was watching the miniature eddies
curling around the bOulders at the
waters edge. He spoke, and she started
as from dream. Stepping into the
canoe with the agility of an Indian wo-
man, the shore was left and the canoe
shot away. not cleaving. but Swimming
over the waters Paul had little need of
effort because the current was strong.
yielding to the suction from the Calu-
ne cite falls below, where the water fret
ted itself into Niagara. For a moment
Louise's voice fioated out
"Cest les avirons qui nous mont en-
hout.''
but recollecting herself, she said:
Tell me the story of the grave on Calu-
mette Island we have just left. You
promised me to do SO on our return
II would rather talk to you or watch
YOU or hear you Or
"Oh. PAUL" she raised her hand dep
recatingly.
We'll, ma femmelette, here it is.
Long years ago when the vOyageurs
We're first exploring Canada the In
dams had been arounsed and We're hos
tile and the explorers made a practice
OF camping ON islands to escape the
| savages just as the geese and ducks
do to escape the wolves and foxes. Near
where the grave stands a canoe load of
men were camped. They had spent the
night, breakfasted, and We're preparing
to leave when half a mile away was
seen a dozen canoe loads Of painted In
dams making for them. To remain was
certain death, so they abandoned every
thing and made q rush for their canoe,
leaving one of their number, who had
strayed a short distance from the camp
ehnd them. Each man grapsed his
paddle, and, aided by the swift current.
the canoe flew: but the Indians followed
in close pursuit and We're gaining on the
fugitives. To stop meant death. TO land
was impossible because they would be
caught and massacrer. Presently the
roar Of the falls was heard sounding
like a score of angry lions. and a pillar
of spray was seen to rise. Death was
certain, but death by being dashed over
the falls was preferable to death by tor
ture at the stake. they all lay down
i'm the bottom Of the canoe, commended
their souls to oGd, and, invoking the in
tercession Of the Virgin Mother, by a
fervent-
'SaSinte Marie. plein de grace.
they awaited the end. The current
a and whan the
of the cataract had become deafening
the terror-stricken occupants of the
canoe saw a woman in white seat her.
self in the stern Of the craft and take
a paddle in her hand. Almost instantly
the canoe shot over the precipice. Down
down. down. A splash and the heavine
of the canoe told them that they ha(
passed the falls and were now in thu
whirlpools and rapids below. Still tn
woman in white sat in her chosen posi-
ton and in less time than it takes t
tell it the canoe was mOOred in quie
eddy below. The woman in white cas-
a look of ineffable tenderness upon thu
recumbent vOyageurs and vanished
They arose and discovered that the!
were SAFE Not drop of water was il
the canoe. Not thing disturbed. Thu
miracle dumfounded them bscauee the.
could not pass the falls without beni
riven and splintered. Regainng speech
they devoutly knelt upon the rocks ant
returned thanks to Cod then, lifting
their canoe, they proceeded over tn
weary portage determind to see Wha
had boom of their comrade. The In
dams had returned up the river wher
they saw the voyageurs go over the falls
confident that they had met death.
1.-The ransomed reached their camping
place on the island. but their companion
thinking them Indians, had concealed
himself. AS soon as he recognized thu
voices he came forth and in an ecstas,
of joy his emotions overcame him ant
he dropped dead. We would call it hear
disease nowadays. LIE de en- est jete.
said the foreman, and they buried thu
; dead man, placing a rude slab to mark
the spot. and the grave has been the
Mecca of vayageurs ever since. And.
said Paul, looking into the dark ane
wondering eyes of the maiden before
him, "C'est un vrais cOnte.'
Louise said nothing. A pallor spread
over her face and she vsbly trembled
Paul, needless of the fast increasing
current, laid his paddle across the gun
wales of his canoe and, taking her hand
said ernestly:
Louise, l am like the voyageurs ir
the story. Since meeting you. since
first hearing your voice since FIRST in
haling the odor of your presence,
. have loved you. and unless you can bt
e, mine 1 must perish in the turbulent
.. stream of life. BE my woman in white,
. and save me-"
The unheeded growlings of the catar
act broke into roar and the young CIR
instinctively grasped the paddle.
''Donnez- moi Paul grasped tn
paddle almost rudely from her hand
Danger was all around him, but he wa
strong and fearless He knew he coul'
. reach place of safety at the very brinl
Of the falls where there was a fiat rocl
, on the shore on the island side. Man.
:, a time he had stood upon it and watche'
The driftWOOd and debaclage tumble owe