The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-15

He shook his head. Tomorrow.
Necia. An go alone"
'Then you wont-marry me?" she
asked in hushed and frightened voice.
mo! Dere's wan ting / can't do
even for you. Necia: defe's wan ting l
can't geeve, OATS all-jus' wan on all
de worl. l can't kill de n'r god wit
de bow an arrer. He's all dat max
de sun shine, de birds sing an de
leaves Whisper to me; he's de wan li'I
Teller wat max my life wort livin' an
keep music in my soul. If l keel i'm
dere ain no more lef' lax it. an I'm
never goin' fin my lam of content
nor sing nor laugh no more. I'm
t'inkin' l would raider sing songs to
I'm all alone onderneat' de stars beside
my campfire an talk wit i'm in my
bark canoe dan go livin' wit you in
fine house an let i'm get col an die
But told him I'd marry you-that
/ had always intended to. He'll be-
lieve / was lying" she moaned in dis
tress.
Oats too bad, but dis ting ain no
doin's wit me- Dere's wan ting in
dis worr mus live forever, an dat's
love. five kill i'm den it's purity poor
place for stoppin' in. I'm cut off my
ham for help you. Necia, but / can't
be husban' to no woman in fun
F.. Poleon waited patiently until her
paroxysm of sobbing had passed, then
gently raised her and led her out through
the back door into the summer day,
which an hour ago had been so bright
and promising and was now so gray
and dismal. He followed her with his
eyes until she disappeared inside the
log house.
can OATS de end of it ALL" he mused
give year I've wait-an' jus for dis"
Meade Burrell never knew how he
gained his quarters, but when he had
done so he locked his door behind him,
then loosed his hold ON things mate
rial He ragged about the room like a
wild animal and vented his spite on
every inanimate thing that lay within
reach. AS yet his mind grasped but
duly the fact that she was to marry
another, but gradually this thought in
turn took possession of him. She
would be some one else's wife in two
days. The thought drove the lover
frantic, and he felt that madness lay
that way if he dwelt on such fapcies
for long.
AS he grew calmer his reason began
to dissect the scene that had taken
place in the store, and he wondered
whether she had been lying to him.
after all. No doubt she had been en-
gagged to the Frenchman and had al
ways planned to wed POleon. for that
was not out Of reason. She might
even have set out Inischievously to
muse herself with him, but at the
Recollection of those rapturous hours
they had spent together he declared
aloud that she had loved him, and him
only. Every instinct in him shouted
that she loved him in spite Of her
cruel protestations
A man came with his supper, but he
called to him to begOne. There are
those who believe that in passing from
daylight to darkness a subtle transit
ton occurs akin to the change from
positive to negative in an electrical
current and that this intangible, I'M
traceable atmospheric influence exerts
definite psychical effect upon men
and their modes of thought Be this
as 1t may, it is certain that as the
night grew darker the lieutenant's
mood changed. He lost his fierce an
ger at the girl and reasoned that he
owed it to her to set himself right in
her eyes; that in all justice to her he
ought to prove his own sincerity.
An up river steamboat was just land
ing as he neared the trading post-a
freighter as he noted by her lights.
In the glare at the river bank he saw
PoleOn and the trader, who had evil
IDENTIFY returned from Lees creek, and
without accOsting them he hurried on
o the store. Peering in from the dark
aess, he saw Alluna. No doubt Necia
was alone in the house behind. So he
stumbled around to the back to find
the window of her room aglow behind
it's curtain, and, receiving no answer
to his knock. he entered, for it was
customary at Gales to waive cere-
mony. Inside the big room he paused,
then stepped swiftly across and rap
ped at her door, falling back pace as
she came out.
Instead of speaking at once, as he
had planned, to prevent her escaping,
he was struck speechless, for the
vision that met his eyes was that
which he had seen one blithe spring
morning three months before. but to-
night there was no shawl to conceal
her sweetly rounded neck and shout
ders, whose whiteness was startling
against the black of the ballroom
gown. The slim gold chain hung
around her neck, and her hair was
piled high, as before. He noted every
smallest detail as she stood there wait
ing for him to speak, fOrgetful Of ev-
erything else.
She had put on the gown again to
see If perchance there might be some