The National tribune., 1902-11-27

Il give it to pale-face to remember
ru-Maqua. It is like TIE one she
showed him.. I14ow not how they should
mine. Keep it H."
Il do not wish % keep it. Merru- MaQua,
but do want Il examine it. But I can
not see for the tears in my eyes. What
does. it mean! Bet me see, here are the
| letters r. s. This is the very ladle
| that was my brothers, and which he had
with him whentMe were attacked by the
Indians in the.isugar orchard on that
Spring morning so long ago. What does
| it mean?'
Her eyes weSs indeed filled with tears,
supplicating WHY. He was looking still
| in the direction of his adopted home,
though there was a faraway look in his
dark eyes, as If he was trying to peer
farther than the hills that circumscribed
his sight.
'Speak!" she cried, 'and tell me if it
be true that you are my lOng-lOst brother?
feel that it is sol know it!'
He did not even look toward her
1t was a trying moment to the sister,
while her white companions anxiously
watched the Chief, who all believed was
the person she had declared. But he did
not show by his looks or actions that her
words had effect on him. He continued
| to ply the paddle, slower than before, but
all too soon he had brought the canoe
along the bank.
"Stay, go with me back homer cried
Mary, holding out her hand. For moth
er's sake, if for no one else, come with
me-"
The plumed head moved slowly in dis
sent, and the next moment he sprang light
ly out upon the land. She would have
followed him, but the Forester laid his
hand on her arm, saying in a low tone:
pardon an OF mans conceit, but it
may be preferable to leave him alone with
those that have been his comforts for a
time. 1t be hard to break from OF en-
vironments, but nothing makes stub
born man give DER like having his own
way. The Chief be stubborn; it be natural
to the reds, l opine, and may be he ketched
a leetle-just a Ieetle-along with the
paint and the plume. This be saying moth
ing ag'in your coming sometime to see
him. And it may be if your ancestor
(mother) should come with you, she might
mind you, 1 say this with no other
token than knowing there be no greater
knack than mothers to bend stub
born will - l say, she might kindle fires
in his heart that would burn out the tim
Der the reds have fenced it with"
| While speaking the Forester had taken
up the paddle laid down by Merru- Maqua,
| anu uuuulS uO reply uuuc " SuSSCo-
ton, he began to move the canoe up the
river. Every other eye than his was fixed
with a backward gaze upon the form of
the Chief, who stood immutable as stone,
while he watched them in silence. Mary
cried out in anguish, and she would have
sprang into the water, in vain attempt
to 60 to him whom she believed was her
| firmly upon her.
| s"Tha Enrocfar kunwc hQct " ho eaid
when he. the Chief, comes to think it
over, no doubt he will reconsider his re-
fusal to go with US. We will hope so, IN
til we are able to return to him. Just
now it would not be safe for US to tarry
| here, for the French must already be on
our track, and Till Indians, you know, are
| allied with them"
So the Forester was allowed to send the
canoe slowly w. the river, until the form
of the young Chief faded in the distance,
the last seen of him showing him still
standing there, his gaze alternatively
turned toward them and the settlement of
his adopted pe6ple.
"There be snow in the air." remarked
the Forester, as Eden Harwood took up
the other paddle to lend his assistance in
moving the canoe. 1.-THE trail ahead be a
long one." r,q
us, Forester "l9sl.
"Peradventufe, they will. Least ways
as far as st. Francis. But l opine we
shall have leetle o. an amazement in out
trailing 'em. II wish l knew how the
Chief was getting along, / swan 1 do"
"You mean Philip"
20, a sartainty. This Sagarac be a
stubborn lad, which l opine is accounted
for by his red teachings. But I'm not
unmindful that this may turn in his favor,
as it has already in our own. If it hadn't
been for his stubborn dislike O. some o
the Frenchers, we'd meier had him to help
US out O. our amazement."
"Of two things l am sure, Forester"
said Eden. "The first of these is the fact
that we should never have won him over
to our cause if it had not been for you.
The second is, we could not have been sue
cessful without him.
HE did do well. What we could have
done without him it be not for me, an OF
man, to trail. 1t be sart'in we ne'er have
got started too soOn."
Exchanging freely their thoughts, dis
cussing past scenes and specializing on
the future, the little party of fugitives
kept steadily on their way. Marie st.
Aloise told her pathetic story, and the
others were anxious she should keep with
them, even going home with them. Chris
tie Craig and his wife said the least of
the half-dozen, but they manifested great
duAlely Wucu Tic OIcStcT SpOhc VI luc
little child he and the Stark brothers had
found in the canoe and rescued. Mrs.
Craig questioned him closely until she per-
suaded herself to believe it was her own
lost child, hope that the others most sin
cerely strengthened with kind words.
One thing could not be very satisfac
torily learned, and never was, as matter
of fact. That was Christie Craig's rea
son for donning the wolf skin in pursuing
the Indians. But it was ascertained that
his enemy, showing family trait in -ac
cord with his own nature, had brought
the skin with him at the time he had
come to the formers home in the wilder
ness, and following the attack of the In
dams, having no frearm that he could use,
he had put on this skin, and in that dis
guise he had managed to gain the cabin
just as Craig fell before the fire of the
red men. He had pulled him away from
the place, and thus saved his life. In the
frenzy of believing that his wife and child
had been killed by the Indians, Craig
then put ON this disguise, to follow the
red slayers with vengeance in his heart.
How well he did this we have seen ample
proof, while he claimed to have killed half
a dozen besides those we have mentioned.
He did not dream that his wife or child
had escaped, until he found her by merest
accident while she was trying to escape
from Charlebourg. In his frenzied mind
he did not know a friendly Indian from
his most bitter foes, which accounts for