The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-12-14

|, The girl then sat down upon the rug and continued her basket work. The man. ashamed, discomfited, foiled stopped to pick up his hat and depart I not daring a lie or an excuse. | 5"Stay! she commanded and laid hei own upon his outstretched hand as he
 grasped the fallen hat. She placed hel finger upon her lip when he began halt ing word-and thus they sat in silent ac' cusation Then she laid aside her task gave him a lighted pipe and with a for giving smile, put his recent fault among | byEones and oper.ed speech anew. :" Great Bear chief of that tribe, has sent his mother here bringing blanket and some garments. That is his message | to my mother to know if his wooing oi me will be favorably received. If sh' | returns them he must look elsewhere fol a mate"
 But if she keeps thsm7" impetucusly asked MarChand.
 He will build a lodge, make and gath. CT a crop and at the festival of the green corn dance he will come and take me away!"
 The melancholy mood which bore hei down when he came and found her here alone returned. A silence fell, and as the rings of smoke from the pape arose Marchand's thoughts turned to introspection and a dream of empire His long sojourn among the red men and the forests, and a purpose to ever
 dwell among them had lulled to sleep the memories of his first love. It IS true | the sweet breath of sprlng flowers would
 send his thoughts and with them his l tenderest ysarnings towards the beautiful
 city on the Siene, and @ little maid who l in imitation of the great ladies of the court was dainty with sweet odors. Then he would, for a too brief moment. recall | the touch of her soft lips. as that niBht
 when he kissed her by rprce. among the
 roses. But quickly he would master him self, and gathering a stone from his path
 would hurl it from him with violence, crying aloud: 'Avaunt!' The current of his impassioned nature
 now flowed towards the kings interests, not reckoning. for & season, with that
 God-implan led seedling in the hearts of
 men and women whose fruit IS HutuAi and dependent love.
 While he smoked. Marchand's musings crystallized into a purpose over which
 was thrown the glamour of amor patriae, the Glory of France!
 Was 1t not possible that through mar
 riage with this girl he might the better
 weild sway among these "Stoics Of the
 woods?" Might not his sons, born of her | through whose line the rulers must des- cend. weld together all the Indian tribes,
 which under French domination and tuts- laEe would be the greatest colony of the grand monarch!
 l Besides, was not Sehoy plausible reason herself aside from that of state?
 Young, lissome. virtuous, plant with a
 sort of nomadic domesticity well suited
 to his plight He looked at her inteRtly
 and a Jealous fear of losing her gripped
 at his heart.
 twill your mother look into your heart before she decides?"
 She has looked already" A stolid mystery was cnshrouded in her composed countenance. God! how necessary she had suddenly become! Did she see Great Bear there?" he
 asked with suppressed anxiety. She lifted her eyes and looked long into his sunburnt face. Despite her recent
 dramatic rebuke he again seized her
 hands and demanded 6 reply.
 q say, girl. did she see Great Bear | there?"
 No" was the decisive answer. Seeing himself reflected in her black
 eyes he took it as good omen and spakS
 up boldly. 'Sehoy, send back his gifts
 for I, Marchand. love you, too, and want
 you for my wife. l will take you to th' good missionary priest lodging hall