Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-04-26

worth willie, but should like to rr,
1t once, and shall as soon as I'm rich
enough. Won't you come alongy
II dom know" he said thoughtfully
'sMebbe so I stay here, mebbe so TAX
my canoe an go away. For long tam
t'ink dis Flambeau she's de promis
lam I hear CALM to me, but I don
know yet for w'ile.'
"What kind of place Is that land OF
yours, PoleonT'
| "Ha! never see i'm, but she's beer
cryin' to me ever since I'm little boy
It's place Were I don get too hot on
de summer an too COP on de winter
it's place Were birds sing an flowers
blossom an de sun shine an were ]
can sleep widout dreamin' bout it all
de TAM"
"Why, it's the land of content. You'll
never discover it by travel. I'll tell
you a secret, Poleon. I've found it
yes. have. It lies here" She laid he,
hand on her breast. Father Barnun
told me the story Of your people and
how It lives in your blood-that hun
ger to find the far places. It's VIVA,
drove the voyageur and coureur du
bois from Quebec to Vancouver and
from the Mississippi to Hudson bay
The wanderlust was their heritage
and they pushed on and on without
rest, like the salmon in the spring, but
they were different in this-that they
never came back to die.''
There was a look Of great tenderness
in his eyes as he bent toward her and
searched her face, but she was not
thinking Of him, and at length he con.
tinued:
"Fader Barnum he's goin' be here
mex Sonday for cheer up dem Injun
Constantine she's got de letter."
DO you know" said Necia wistfully,
GIVE always wanted him to marry
me-"
you t'inkin' bout marry on some
Teller, eh?" said the other, with an odd
grin. WAL, wy not? He'll be here all
day an night. S'pose you do it. Mos
anybody wat aim got some wife al
ready will be glad for marry on you,
an mebbe some Teller wat has got
wife too! II you dom lax dem an If
you're goin' marry on somebody you
can be wife to me-"
Necia laughed lightly. IT believe
you would marry me if wanted you
to. You've done everything else I've
ever asked. But you needn't be afraid.
won't take you up" In all her life
this man had never spoken of love to
her, and she had no hint Of the dream
he cherished.
While they were talking boat
had drawn inshore and made fast
to the bank in front Of them. An
Indian landed and, approaching, enter.
ed into talk with the Frenchman.
By and by Poleon turned to the girl
and said:
"Dere's hondred marten skin come
In. You min de store vile max
trade wit dis man"
Together the two went down to the
boat, leaving Necia behind, and not
long after Runnion sauntered up to the
store and addressed her Familiarity.
"Hello, Necia! just heard about
the strike on your claim. That's fine
and dandy"
She acknowledged his congratula-
lions CURLY, for, although it was Gus
tomary for most Of the old timers to
call her by her Christian name, she re-
scented 1t from this man. She chose to
let it pass, however.
II had some good news last night
myself" he continued. zone of my
men has hit some good dirt, and we'll
know what It means in q day OF SO.
I'll gamble we're into the money big,
though, for I always was lucky cuss.
Say, where's your fatherY'
Hes out at the NINE"
"We've used up all of our bar sugar
at the saloon, and want to buy what
you've got.'
Every well; Eli get it for you"
He followed her inside, watching her
graceful movements and attempting,
with his free and easy insolence, to
make friendly advances; but, seeing
that she refused to notice him, he be-
came piqued and grew holder.
Look here, Necia; you're a mighty
pretty girl. I've had my eye on you
ever since landed, and the more see
of you the better like you"
ut isn't necessary to tell me that"
she replied. "The price Of sugar will
be just the same"
Eyes, and you're bright, too,'' he de.
clared. .rhat's what I like in a wo-
man-good looks and brains. I believe
in strong methods and straight talk,
too-none Of this serenading and moon
light mush for me. When / see q girl
I like go and get her. That's me.
make love like man ought to-"
The girl laughed derisively in his
face.
"Now, don't get sore. I mean bust
ness. Pm no soft, talking southerner
with gold buttons and highfalutin
ways. don't care II you are squaw,
Ill take you"
Don't talk to metz she cried In dis
gust. her voice hot with anger and re-
sentiment.
But he continued, unheeding: "Now,
cut out these airs and get down to
cases. ! mean what I say. know
you've been casting sleeps eyes at Bur
rell; but, Lord, he wouldn't have you,
no matter how rich you get! OF course
you acted careless in going off alone