The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1903-05-26


Patrice come on de cabane from de
sawmill an was unstrap his snowshoe'
outside, he hear Cyprien ak Emmeline
to rome away wit heem, to Mo'real,
an dat he know YER wall dat she was
in loaf wit heem. Patrice he don't
wait to hear no more, but walk up
an down de chemin bout all night
long.
De mex day he have hees mind MAX
up, an SEN for Cyprien an ak heem
YER quit he'd better not join de gang
dis tam an help bring down de mex
drive of log. Cyprien look at Emme-
line on dat, an Emmeline look out de
winder, an don't say nodding. Den
Cyprien look at Patrice, an mebbe see
something in de eye wat max heem
change bees mind an say yes, he will
go wit de gang.
So he join de gang and go wit
Patrice an help bring down de drive.
Dey get down as far as de Leetle
Forks, wen, by gare, dey have de
worse jam on de reever. De log all
pile up across de reever an pretty
soon de water was hoP back by dat
jam bout ten, 10 foot high. Emme-
line was dere, to wait for wen her
husband was come, an wen she see
dat bad jam she walk up an down
among de leetle pine tree on de bank
an make tree, four long pray'r wit
herself
Patrice look up an see her do
dat. He shut his teet' togedder, but
don't say nodding. Den he call Cy-
prien an say to heem YER quit: "Ceep,
! am de boss of dis gang, an 1 have
decide dat you are de bes' man to go
out on de jam an loosen dat key-logi"
Cyprien he don't say nodding, but
t'ink he onderstan' all fright. Two tam
he start to spik wit Patrice, an den he
shut hees teet' an take bees ak an
start out on de log. Patrice stan on
de bank an look at heem vile he go,
an den call heem back sodden.
"Ceep,' he say, "mebbe YOU t'ink
OATS not de right ting for me to do.
So t'ink we leave dis ting in de hand
OF lie bon Dieu, an bot go out on dis
jam togedder, an de wan dat come
blackwell, / t'ink you onderstan'!"
Wen Cyprien hear dat he grow YER
wife on de face encore, and he say
yer wall" An dey bot take DER ak.
an go outon de jam togedder, crawl
in lax two cats from wan log to de
odder.
All dat tam Emmeline was STAN on
de bank an watch everything dat go on.
She was jus stan dere, waitin', waitin',
wit her han on her heart, an her face
wife as de foam wat squirt out at de
foot of de rapide.
DE two men come to de needle of
de jam an fin de key-log. Patrice fin
heem first, an vile he was chop t'ru
dat log de jam geev way an make wan
beeg roar, an go rushin' down de
reever, wit de log all rollin' an iomp-
in an twistin' lax dey was all alive for
sure.
Emmeline look down an see dose
log churnin' in dat feroce current, an
she see bot men go onder, an she was
fall right over on de ground in de faint,
an de peep have to come an carry her
on de house.
All de gang rome down de reever
an max de search for de body of
Patrice an Cyptien. Den, by care, de
first ting dey know dey see Patrice in
de water hold on to de end of log.
Dey help heem outon de bank, but he
was dat bruise' an fatigue he can't say
nodding, so dey carry heem into Des-
Jardin's cabane an geev heem tree.
four dreenk' of wisky blanc. Den he
cry out: "De boyl Save de boyl"
But dat was max no good. for dey
find de body of Cyprien Latour wash up
on de gravel two mile down de reever.
Dey bring heem back on de village an
somebody say mebbe it was bes' tail
Emmeline bout dat first.
So OF Beaupre he go to Emmeline
an shake de head YER solemn, an EN-
incline scream out an say: "W'ere is
he? Were is he?" An o., Beaupre
shake de head encore an say dat he
was dead, for he think for sure she
mean Cyprien. Den Emmeline she
don't say nodding, but she get up an
go on de leetle closet, an pour some
ting out of de bottle an swallow heem.
OF Beaupre AK her wat she was do
wit dat bottle, an she smile YER QUIT
an say she was jus take de mediseen
to cure de pain wat she have in de
heart.
Den she fall on de floor, an or
Beaupre see dat de mediseen she take
was poison sure 'nough, an he rome
out an call Patrice quick. Wen de
girl see heem she think he was a ghos'
at first, but wen he spik to her she
crawl to his feet an hug hees knee,
an say, willie she die: ~ fought it
was de odder! fought it was de
odderl"
An OF Beaupre tot me dat Patrice
he pick her up in hees arms an hop
her dere mos all.night long. An wen
," man Beaupre tor me bout dat de
tear rome down hees cheek an he saw:
'Bigosh, 'Poleon, max de beeg mis-
take bout dat pauvre Emmeline of
ours, tinkl"-Canadian Magazine.
The Common Failing.
Tom-He's fellow that never for
gets anything. Don't you wish YOU