Charlevoix county herald., 1907-11-30
CHAPTER V.

Camp,-as Angie had christened it,
namely, herself, Ray, and Chip, who
did not share Martins suspicion Of
danger. A firm belief that a woman's
aid in such complication was Of no
value, coupled with a desire to save
her anxiety, had kept his lips closed
as to the situation.
Life here at all hours soon settled
itself into a certain daily routine Of
work, amusement, and, on Chips part,
of study. True to her philanthropic
sense Of duty toward this waif, Angie
had at once set about her much-needed
education. reading and spelling
book suitable for a child of eight had
been secured at the settlement, and
now lessons occupied a few hours
Of each day.
It was only a beginning, of course,
ind yet with constant reminders as to
pronunciation this was all that Angie
could do. The idioms of Tins Place,
With all its profanity, still adhered to
Chips speech. This latter, especially,
would now and then crop out in spite
of all admonitions; and so Angie found
chat her pupil made slow progress.
There was also another reason for
this. Chip was afraid of her, and oft
reproved for her lapses in speech,
soon ceased all unnecessary talk when
with Angie.
But with Ray it was different. He
was near her own age, the companion
CHI IF will Ii i'm,
Chips speech was ready enough. This,
of course. answered all The purposes
of benefit by assimilation, and so
Angie was well satisfied that they
should be together. Beyond that she
had no thought that love might accrue
from this association.
Chip, while fair of face and form,
and at sentimental age, was so
crude of speech, so grossly ignorant,
and so allied to the ways and manners
of Tins Place, that, according to
Angles reasoning, Rays feelings were
safe enough. He was we'll bred and
refined, happy, natural boy now
verging upon manhood. In Greenvale
he had never shown much interest in
girls society, and while he now
showed a playmate enjoyment of
Chips company, that was all that was
likely to happen.
but the winged god wots not of
speech or manners. A youth of IS
and maid of 16 are the same the
Angie, and unsupported by her, the
by-piay of heart-interest went on.
And what a glorious golden sum-
mer opportunity these two had!
Back Of the camp and tending north
west TO southeast was a low ridge Of
outcropping slate, bare in spots-a
hog-back, in wilderness phrase. Be
You'd this lay mile-long "blow-down,"
where a tornado had leveled the tall
timber, A fire, sweeping this when
dry, left the criss-cross confusion of
charred logs, BURBERRY bushes had
followed fast, and now those luscious
berries we're ripening in limitlcss pro-
fusion. Every fair day Ray and Chip
came here to pick, to eat, to hear the
birds sing, to gather flowers and be
happy.
They watched the rippled lake with
now and then a deer upon it's shores,
from this ridge; they climbed up or
down it, hand in hand; they fshed in
the lake or canoed about it, time and
again; and many summer evening,
when the moon served, Chip handled
the paddle, while Ray picked his
banjo and sang his darby songs all
around this placid sheet of water.
And what a wondrous charm this
combination of moonlight on the lake
and love songs softened and made
tender by the still water held for
Chip! AS those melodies had done
on that first evening beside the camp
fire, so now they filed her soul with a
strange, newborn, and wonderful
sense of Joy and gladness.
The black forest enclosing them
now was sombre and silent, Spites