The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1904-02-28
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safe journey You will find it tougher
work when you get up by the Sixty
Mile, but you have the best boatmen in
the world and will get through all right.
Will you say goodbye"
Though she already had herself in
hand, she looked at him hopelessly. IF
-if-n Winapie should" She
quavered and stopped
But he grasped the unspoken thought
and answered Yes Then, struck with
the enormity of it: ct cannot be con-
ceived. There is no likelihood. It must
not be entertained
kiss me-" she whispered, her face
lighting. Then she turned and went
away.
Break camp, Pierre" she said to the
boatman, who alone had remained
awake against her Peturn. I'VE must
be going
BY the freight his sharp eyes
scanned the woe in her face, but he re-
ceived the extraordinary command as
though it were the most usual thing in
the world.
Which way? Dawson?"
NO." she answered, lightly enough.
"Up-out-Dyea''
Mrs. Sayther waited till the luggage
was made shipshape and her nest pre-
pared. -
I'VE line up, to de head of de island"
Pierre explained to her while running
out the long tow rope. Den we tax to
das back channel where de water not
queek, and t'ink we max good TAM"
A scuff1ing and patterir1g Of feet in
the last years dry grass caught his
quick ear, and he turned his head. The
Indian girl, circled by bristling ring
of wolf dogs, was coming toward them.
Mrs. Sayther noted that the girls face,
which had been apathetic throughout
the scene in the cabin, had now quick
ened into blazing and wrathful life.
What you do my man 2" she de-
manded abruptly of Mrs Sayther. Him
lay on bunk, him look bad all the time.
say, What the matter, Dave2 You
sick? But him no say nothing. After
that him say, Good girl Winapie, go
way. I be all right bimeby.' What
you do my man, Ell? / think you bad
woman" -ys
Mrs. Sayther looked curiously at the
barbarian woman who shared the life
of the man while she departed alone in
the darkness Of night.
Il think you bad woman" Winapie
repeated in the slow, methodical way
o. one who gropes for strange words in
an alien tongue IT think better you
go away, no come no more. I Indian
girl. You Merican woman. You good
to see. You find plenty men. Your
eyes blue like the sky. Your skin SO
white, so soft"
Coolly she thrust out a brown fore
finger and pressed the soft cheek Of
Karen Sayther. And to the eternal
credit OF the woman, she never flinched.
Pierre hesitated and half stepped for
ward; but she motioned him away,
though her heart welled to him with
secret gratitude. tits all right, Pierre
she said. please go away"
He stepped back respectfully out of
earshot, where he stood grumbling to
himself and measuring the distance in
springs.
.'Um white, UNI soft, like baby" Wi
maple touched the other cheek and
Withdrew her hand. "Bimeby mosquito
come. Skin get sore in spot; UNI swell,
oh, so big; UNI hurt, oh, so much. Plen-
ty mosquito; plenty spot. 1t think bet
ter you go now before mosquito come.
This way pointing down the stream,
you go St. MichaePs; that way" point
ing up, you go Dyea. Better you go
Dyea. Goodby.'
And that which Mrs Sayther then
did caused Pierre to marvel greatly. For
she threw her arms around the Indian
girl, kissed her, and burst into tears.
BE good to him." she cried. BE
good to him.
Then she slipped half down the face
OF the bank, called back, "Goodby," and
dropped into the boat amidships. Pierre
followed her and cast off. He showed
the steering oar into place and gave
the signal. LIE Goire lifted an old
French chanson; the men, like a row of
ghosts In the dim starlight, bent their
backs. to the tow line; the steering oar
cut the black current sharply, and the
boat swept out into the night.