Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1906-06-15

reason to doubt If Gov. Claiborne &C
cept our offer? / do not wish to damp
en- thy ardor; but we must remember
Baratarians."
/ He surely will not make the mis-
take OF refusing our services in such
an emergeI cy-at a time when every
man able to GEAR a gun will be sorely
needed in New Orleans" was Jeans
confident reply; and Pierre raised nc
more doubts that night.
Among the other items of informa
ton he had given land which, al
though of slight interest to himself,
were otherwise to his listener), was
that Count de Cazeneau had, at La
Roche's invitation, closed his house in
New Orleans, and gone with his grand
daughter for a visit to the formers
plantation, La Tete des Faux, near the
head of Bayou Bienvenu; also that La
Roche had taken this occasion to per-
suade his ward, the Senorita LazaIie.
to join his house party.
HE is now a general in the state
militia" Pierre added; "and"-with a
laugh-'it is common talk in New Or
leans that he is mad for love of the
Spanish girl"
''And she?" inquired Jean carelessly,
as he patted the head of a hound
crouched by his chair.
Pierre shrugged his broad shoulders.
"She is woman; who, therefore,
may say what she thinks, or will do
or not do?"
ashes from his cigar.
Thou hast poor opinion OF the
fair ones, my Pierre"
Have L? If So it was myself
taught me the lesson"
The laughing face sobered at once,
and troubled look came into the eyes
fixed upon Pierre's half-mocking ones.
Say you, Pierre, that | taught you
any such lesson?"
AYE, that you have, with your scorn
of women and their ways Seeing
through your eyes, long ago learned
to look upon women as but snares, to
love whom brings mischief and the
ruin of mans heart"
Pierre wondered at the gentleness of
the tone that answered. "If ever l
taught you such thing, l taught, I'M
knowingly, something l never believed
myself; for think true woman is a
thing to reverence as the saints, and
that love in mans life is like" He
stopped short, and his dark face took
a dreaming look as he gazed into the
fire.
After a short silence he continued, I
The lack of love in mans life is
ike a world without sunshine, or a
amp without oil-without light. And |
% live always in darkness would make |
life little worth the living"
Pierre had been staring at him, and |
Is he stared his slumbering wits awak
,ned.
In cropping but certain way, he be-
gan to rightly suspect the possible
.ause of hitherto puzzling change he
lad noticed in his foster-b brother, and
atsfied as to this, he now blurted out
Jean, my brother, tell me-who is
he you love?"
Jean started, and his brows con.
racted into a frown.
Thou art not angry with me, that
sked?'
Angry" The word was repeated
18th soft laugh, as if the superstition
yere too absurd to call for refutation
"And she loves thee in returns?
'ierre ventured, encouraged by the
lugh.
Jean shook his head and bitter
adness touched the still smiling lips
mot love theel" exclaimed Pierre,
lcredulously. Then she must be
lind, or a fool" he added, IN sudden /
rath. {
Neither the one nor the other, my
ierre." Jean answered, as he rose
ON his chair. Il had never thought
ask her love, nor knew that loved
or, when. by accident, she discovered
lat / was the terrible pirate, LATTE.
Id shrank from me as if I had been
e plague. or death itself That was
ng ago; and | have not since laid
-es on her."
There was a world Of suppressed
Ission sounding underneath the ring 6
mockery in his voice. and Pierre :
W his hand tremble as he laid his
m against the stone support of the
imney and looked down into the en-
RS.
Pierre now rose and tossed HIS cigar u
to the fireplace, appearing to think 9
ere was nothing more to be said
It he turned quickly to Jean as the
ter. laying hand upon his foster |
others shoulder, added, You know
7 secret. Pierre; for the present let
rest where 1t is, and give no heed