Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-05-11

DICK III the store there was silence
after the priest and the soldier went
out, which Gale broke at last:
"This forgiveness talk is all right,
suppose, but want Runnion."
well git him, too," growled Lee, at
which Poleon uttered curt exclama.
ton:
''Now
"Why noty" said the miner.
"Waal," the Canadian drawled SLOW
~, then paused to light the cigarette
he had rolled in bit of wrapping pa
per, inhaled the smoke deeply to the
bottom of his lungs. held it there a
moment and blew it out through mouth
and nostrils before adding, you'll JUS
be wastin' tam'w
Gale looked up from beneath his
thatch Of brow and asked quietly:
"Why?"
az. "You member story top you wan
day two, tree mont ago." Poleon re-
marked, with apparent evasion, "'bout
Johnny Platt wat I ketch on de Por.
cupine all ct up by skeeter bugs?"
II do" answered Gale.
"Waal"-he met their eyes square
~, then drew another long breath
from his cigarette-"1'm JUS hoptn'
nobody con pick it up dis Runnion
Teller de same way. Mebbe dey fin
bees hans tie benin i'm Wit piece Of
hees shirt"
Good God% cried the trader, start
{ncy tn 1,io
"Of course I'm JUS s'posin'. He was
feel purity good wen l lef'. He was
feel 80 good 1 talk bees coat for keep
In off dem bugs from me, because
lef' it my own shirt on de canoe. He's
nice Teller dat way. He give up easy
Ba gosh, I never see worse place TO,
skeeters!"
Gale fell silent, and "No Creek" Lee
began to swear in little, useless, inef
fective oaths, which were but two
ways of showing similar emotions
Then the former stepped up and laid
big hand upon Poleon's shoulder.
"That saves us quite trip" he said
Father Barnum found the three still
talking in the store when he had fin.
1shed an hours counsel with Necia, sc
came straight to the point. 1t was
work that delighted his soul, for he
loved the girl and had formed q strong
admiration for Burrell.
The priest returned to Necia after
giving directions about the wedding
leaving the trader and Poleon alone.
II s'pose it's best" said the former
'Yes."
"Beats the deuce. though. how
things work out, don't it?"
I'm glad for see dis day." said the
Frenchman. Hes good man, an be
ain never goin' to hurt her none
He paused. "Dere's JUS wan ting !
want for ask it OF you. John. You
member dat day we stop on de birch
grove an you spils bout her an toll
me dose story bout her moder. WAL
was dreamin' dat tam, so Pm goin'
ask 1t you now don never tell her
wat said"
Doesn't she know. my boy?"
mo. ain never spoke bout love.
She thinks I'm broder wit her, an
OATS wat l am. ba gar! He could
not hold his voice event. broke with
him-but he avoided the old mans
gaze. Gale took him by the shoulders.
"There amt nothing so cruel in the
world as gentlewoman," said he,
"but she wouldn't hurt you for all the
world, Poleon; only the blaze of this
other thing has blinded her. She can't
see nothing for the light of this new
love Of hers"
II know! OATS w'y-nobody onder.
STAINS but you an me-"
| Gale looked out through the open
door, past the sunlit river which came
from land Of mystery and vanished
into valley Of forgetfulness. past the
forest and the hills, in his deep set
eyes the light Of wondrous love that
had lived with him these many weary
years, and said:
Nobody else can understand but
me. l know how it is. had even q
harder thing to bear, for you'll know
she's happy at least, while r. His
voice trembled, but after a pause be
continued: "They neither Of them un
derstand what you've done for them
for it was you that brought her back
But some time they'll learn how great
their debt is and thank you. It'll take
them years and years, however, and
when they do they'll tell their babe,
Of you, Poleon, SO that your name vii
never die. loved her mother, but ]
| don't think could have done what
you did,
"she's purity hard ting, for sure. but
I aim t'ink bout Poleon Doret none
wen I'm dom It. No; I'm t'ink 'bou
her all de tam. She's n'l' gal, an Tn
beeg, strong teller wat dom matter
much an wat aim know much, eel
singin' an lovin' her. I'm see for SURF
now dat l ain ft for her. I'm beeg
rough, fghtin' Teller wat can't read
my eyes,"
III was fool I'd say you'd forge
in time, but I've lived my life in thu
open, and know you won't. I didn't
II dom want to forget" the brown
man cried >hurriedly. lie bon Die,
would not let me forget. It's all Nv,
got to keep wit me wen I'm lookin
for my new countree.'"
you're not goin' to look for tina
new country any more" Gale replied
Today" said the other quietly
dds afternoon. De blood in me 4
CALM for travel, John. I'm Twin her,
on dis place ave year dis fall, an datl
long tam for voyageur. I'm hongr,
for hear de ak in de woods an d