Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-01-19
Illustrated By
Dsnnan Fink

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and guarded her with all the gentle chiv'
airy of an olden knight II course! And
here was his reward, gift Of wealth
TO crown his service, all for her. Now
that she was a woman. and had seer
him tried, aud knew he was a man, h'
would bring his burden Of prosperity
and lay it at her feet, saying:
Here is another offering, my Nicola
and with it go the laughter and the music
and the heart of Poleon Doret."
Sacre! It would not take her long to
wake up after that. The world was very
bright indeed this afternoon, and he burst
again into song in company with the
voices Of the forest people:
"Chante, rossignol. chante!
Toi qui a lie vaeur gal;
Tu as lie occur rire
Mai J'f alta pleurer,
ny a longtemps que j. taime
Jamais je ne t'oubiierai."
rising, little birds, 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, 1 love her yet;
Leave her 1 can, but not forget y
''Whew!" said Gale, slipping out Of his
pack-straps, the skeeters is bad"
You bet your gum boots" said Poleon.
''Dey're mos so tick as de summer dey
kill johnnie Plat on de Porcupine. y
Both men wore gauntleted gloves of car
ibou-skin and head harness Of mosquito
netting stretched over globelike frames OF
thin steel bands, which they slipped on
over their hats after the manner Of di-
vers' helmets, for without protection OF
some kind the insects would have made
travel impossible once the Yukon breezes
we're left behind or once the trail dipped
from the high divides where there was
no moss.
Lets see. It was you that found him
wasn't it?'' said Gale.
Sure ting. I'm comm down for grut
in my canoe, wen 1 see dis Teller on de
bank, walkin' LAX he's in beeg horny
Bar Cart 1 say here's man goin+ SC
fast he'll meet hese'f comm home!' Der
he turn roun' an go tearin back, wavin
bees arms LAX he's calm me, till he fat
down. Wen 1 paddle close up. 1 don
know i'm no more dan stranger, an me
an Johnnie Platt is trap togeder war
winter. wat you t'ink OF dat?"
81 saw a fellow killed that way at Holy
Cross" interpolated the trader.
e Hello say. waits de matterT An
den 1 see something bout i'm dat lool
familiar. Hees face she's all swell up an
bleedin' LAX raw meat" The Frenchmar
curled his upper lip back from his teeth
and shook his head at the remembrance
"Jesu, OATS Orrible sight! Dem fly !.
drive i'm Grace Hees nose an ears Is
look lax holes in beeg red sponge, an
hees eye are close up tight"
He died before you got him in, didnt
her"
Yes. He was good man, too. Som,
tam IL I ever have bad enemy wat
like to see catch hell I'm goin' turn I'm
loose 'mong dose skeeter-bug." ~
Holy MackinawP' calculated Gale
Who'd ever think Of that? Why that;
worse than dropping water on his skull
till he goes crazy. like them Chinamer
do"
The Frenchman nodded. ITS de wors
ting know. OATS wy 1 lax to geeve {
/ TO my enemy"
Imagine fightin' the little devils til
they stung you crazy and pizened you
eyes shutl'
Gale fell to considering this. Will
Poleon filled his pipe. and, raising hi
veil, undertook to smoke. The pests prov
ed too numerous, however. and forceC
him TO give it up.
"Ba gosh. Dey're hongryi"
1T viii be all right when we get out o
the woods said the elder man."
Il guess you been purity glad for havin
Necia home again, eh?" ventured the 9th
er after a while, unable to avoid an!
longer the subject uppermost in his mind.
Yes. I'm glad she's through with he
schooling"
she's getin' purity beeg gal now"
That's right.
''By-an'-by she's gOin' marry on SOM
feller-wat?'
Y suppose so. She amt the kind t.
stay SINGLE
"Ha! Oats right. too. Mebbe you don
care II she does get marry, eh?'
Not If she gets man that will trea
her right"
wal! Wall Dere's no trouble 'bou
dat" exclaimed Doret. fervently. IN
man watts Twin could treat Der bad
She's too good an too purity for hav
bad husband"
''She is. is she?" Gale turned on hin
with a strange glare in his eyes
''Them's the kind that get the ie-devils
| There's something about a good CIR
that attracts a bad man, particularly 4
| she's pretty: and IL goes double, too
the good men get the heIlions. A fel
low can't get so tough but what he cal
catch a good woman, and a decent maj
usually draws a critter that looks like
sled and acts like a timber wolf"
''Necia wouldn't marry on no ba'
man. said Doret, positively.
'No?" said Gale. Let me tell yoI
what I saw with my own eyes. I knew
a girl once that was just as good ant
| pure as Necia, and just as pretty, too
4 yes. and a thousand times prettier."
"Ho, ho!' laughed DOret, skeptically.
Il She was an eastern girl, and sh
4 come west where men were different {
what she'd been used to. Those wer
early days. and it was new country
where a person didn't know much abou
his neighbours past and cared less; and
although there were a heap OF girl
| thereabOuts, they were the kind you'll
always find in such communities, Will
this one was plumb different. Man
Man, But she was different. She wa
a womanl Two fellows fell in love witt
her. One Of them lived IN the sam
camp as her, and he was q good man
leastways everybody said he was, bu
he wasn't wise to all the fancy trick
that pretty women banker after; and, /
being his first affair, he was right dow