The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-01-11

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| the rays Of the westering sun. was crossing
the current from above and urging in fo
the EDDY.
Hay Stockard watched it i~ntently.
Three men rose and dipped. rose an,
dipped. in rhythmical precision: but Il rec
hanIanna. wrapped about the head of one
caught and held his eye.
Bill" he called. oh. Bill
4 shambling. loose-jointe1 giant rolled
ont OF one OF the tents. %yswning and rub
blng the sleep from his eyes.
Then he sighted the strange canoe anc
was vice awake on the instant.
BY the jumping Methuselah, That
damned sky pilot
Hay stockard nodded his head bitterly
half reached for his rife: then shrugged
his shoulders.
"Pot-shot him" Bill suggested. 'and set
tie the thing out of hand. He'll spoil us
sure II We don't"
But the other declined this drastic meas
ure, and turned away.
The two Indians in the canoe moored IT
on the edge OF the eddy. while its white
occupant, conspicuous by his gorgeous head
gear. came mp the bank.
Like Paul of Tarsus. ! give You greet
ing. Peace be unto you and grace before
the Lord"
His advances were met sullenly and with
out speech.
ITO you. Hay stocEard. b!asphemer and
Philistine. greeting
I'm your heart is the lust Of Mammon:
in your mind cunning devils: in your tent
this woman whom you live with in adul-
terry. yet OF these divers sins, even here
in the wilderness. l. Sturges owen. apostle
to the Lord. bid you to repent and east
from you your iniquities.'
Save your cant. Save your can't Hay
StoCkard broke in testify.
you'll need all you've got. and more,
for Red Baptiste over yonder."
He waved his hand toward the Indian
camp. where the half-bre"d was looking
steadily across. striving to make out the
newcomers.
Sturges owen. d~isseminaor of light and
apostle to the Lord. stepped to the edge
of the steep and commanded his men to
bring up the camp outfit. Stockard followed
him.
Look here" he demanded. plucking the
missionary by the shoulder and twir!ins
him about. do you value your hide
My life is In the Lords keeping. and l
do but work in his vineyard" he replied.
soIcmnly.
oh, stop that! Are You looking for a
Job Of martyrship?"
"If he so wills"
We'll. you'll find It right here. but I'm
going to give you some advice first.
Take It or leave 1t. II you stop here
you'll be cut off in the midst OF your la
bors.
And not you alone, but your men, Bill.
my wife and myself.
Not only do you bring trouble upon
yourself. but upon US.
II know you for a good man and a fool.
II you think 1t your duty to strive with the
heather. well and good; but do exercise
some wit in the way you go about it.
This man. Red Baptiste, is no Indian.
He comes of our common stock. is as bull
necked as ever dared be, and as wild a
fanatic the one way as you are the other.
When you two come together helru be
TO pay, and l don't care to be mixed up
in It.
Understand
so take my advice and go away. Take
my word for it, and get out of here as fast
God'l let You"
He who carries the Lord in his heart
and the gospel in his hand hath no fear
of the Vaccinations OF man or devil" the
missionary answered. sulkily.
Il will see this man and wrestle with
him.
.'One backsIider returned to the fold IS a
greater victory than a thousand heather.
Bring UP the little bag with the tea and
a kettle of water he called the next in
slant to his boatmen. mot forgetting the
haunch of cariboo and the mixing pan"
When his men. converts by his own hand.
had gained the bank. the trio fell to their
knees, hands and backs burdened with
camp equipage. and offered UP thanks for
their passage through the wilderness and
their safe arrival.
Hay Stockard looked upon the function
with sneering~ disapproval.
Baptiste the Red. still gazing across. rec
the familiar pastures. and remern-
bered the girl who had shared his star
rooted couch in the hills and forests. and
the woman-child who lay somewhere by
bleak Hudson Bay.
CHAPTER III.
"Confound It, Baptiste; couldn't think OF
It. Not fer a oment.
Grant that this man Is a fool and OF
small use in the nature of things. but still,
you know. 1 can't give him up"
Hay Stockard paused. striving to put into
speech the rude ethics of his heart.
Hes worried me-, Baptiste, in the past
and now, and caused me all name. Of