Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-03-23

half angrily. Cant you conquer that
rowing spirit and settle down like a
mann She laid her hand on HIS arm
appealingly. Haven't l told you there
isn't any far country? Haven't 1 told
you that this path leads only to hardship
and suffering and danger? The land you
are looking for is there"-she touched his
breast-"so why don't you stay in Flam-
beau and let us help you to find III?
He was deeply grateful for her blind
ness. and vet II hurt him so that his
great heart was nigh to bursting. Why
couldn't she see the endless, hopeless
yearninK that consumed MIN, and know
that IL he stayed in sight and touch OF
her Il would be a living death? Per-
haps, then, she would have given over
urging him to do what he longed to DO;
and let him go on that search he knew
was hopeless, and in which he had no
ioy. But she did not see; she would
never see He laughed aloud, for all the
world as If the sun were bright and the
fret for adventure were still keen in him,
then. piclxing up his bundle, said:
.''Dere's no use argue wit Canayen man,
Nebbe some day 1 come paddle back
roun' de ben down yonder, an you near
me singin' dose chanson: but now de day
she's too fine, de river she's laugh too
loud. an de birds she's sing too purity
for Franchman to stop on shore. Ba gosh,
I'm lgladr' He began to hum, and they
heard him singing all the way down TO
the river bank, as II the spirit Of youth
and hope and gladness were not dead
within him.
"dhante, rossignol. chante!
Toi qui a lie occur gal;
Tu as lie occur a rire
Mai l. 4 alta pleurer,
ny a longtemps que que j taime
Jamais je ne t'oublierai."
c'Sing. little bird, oh, sing away!
You with the voice so light and gay!
Yours is a heart that laughter cheers,
Mine is a heart that's full of tears
Long have 1 loved. l love her yet;
Leave her I can. but not forget.D
A moment later they heard him expos
tulating with some one at me water
edge. and then a child's treble rose on
high.
too-o-o-o-"
"Hey, John Caller called Poleon
Come 'erel Ba gosh! You better horny,
too! I can't l'dis Teller long"
When they appeared on the bank above
him. he continued. Look ere wat
fin on my batteau," and held up the
wriggling form of Johnny Gale. He S
stow hisse'f away onder dem blanket
Sacrel He's bad Teller. dis man-don'
pay for hees ticket at all: he's reg lar ton
mug"
Il want to 90 'longr yelled the in
corrigible stowaway.
He had brought his gun with him, and
this weapon. peeping forth from under
Poleon's blanket. had betrayed him.
want to go 'lonT' shrieked the little man.
81 like YOU best of allT' At which Doret
took him in his arms and Rugged him
fiercely.
oval. I guess you don't t'ink bout dem
beeg black bear at night, eh?' But TINS
only awoke keener distress in the junior
Gale.
"oh. maybe de bear will get you, Pol
con! Let me go long, and I'll keep dem
of. Two men Is better dan one-please,
Poleon!'
It took the efforts of Necia and the
trader combined to tear the lad from the
Frenchman. and even then the foul deed
was accomplish only at the cost OF such
wild acclaim and evidence Of undyine
sorrow that little Molly came hurrying
from the house, her round face stained
and fearful. her mouth an inverted cres-
cent. She had gone to the lame puppy
sent-lnindedly in her arms. clutching him
TO her breast so/ tightly that his tongue
loIIed out and his three legs protruded
stiffiy. paving an aimless pantomime
When Johnny found that no hope remain
ed. he quelled his demonstrations Of emo
ton and. as beftted a stout-hearted gen.
tleman of the woods, bore a final present
to his friend. He took the little air-gur
and gave il into Poleon's hands against
that black night when the bears would
come. and no man ever made a greater
sacrifice. Doret picked him up by the
elbows and kissed him again and again
then set him down gently, at which Molly
scrambled forward, and without word OF
presentation speech gave him her heart
first treasure. She held out the three
legged puppy. for gun and dog shoulC
ever go together: then. being OF the WON
ankind aforesaid, she began to cry as she
kissed he rpet goodbye on its cold, we
nose.
watts dis?" said Poleon, and his
voice quavered, for these childish fingers
tore at his heartstrlngs terribly.
Hes a very brave doggie," said the
little girl. He will scare de bears away!
And then she became dissolved in tears al
the anguish her offering cost her.
Doret caressed her as he had her broth
er, then placed the puppy carefully upor
the blankets in the canoe, where y
wagged a grateful and amiable stump al
him and regained it's breath. 1t was the
highest proof of Mplly's affection for hel
PoIeon that she kept her tear-dimmec
eyes fixed upon the dog as long as it wa'
visible.
The time had come for the last goodbye
that awkward moment when human
hearts are full and spoken words are
empty. Burrell gripped the Frenchman''
. hand. He was grateful, but he did MOI
know.
Good luck and better hunting!" h'
said. "a heavy purse and light heart
for you always, Poleon. have learned
TO love you
'T want you to be good husban', Msieu'
OATS de bes' ting 1 can wish for you"
= Gale spoke to him in patois. and all hi
said was:
May you not forget, my SON."
They did not look into each other''
eyes: there was no need. The old mar
stopped and, taking both his children
] by the hand. walked slowly towards the
house.
IBIS tam I'll fin it for sure" smiled
Poleon to Necia.
Her ewes were shining through the
tears. and she whispered. fervently:
ssT noDa an brother God love yOu-al-