The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-04

out from behind the bend she burst.
Her cabin deck was lined with passen-
gers, most Of whom were bound for the
''outside," although still clad in mack
inaw and overalls. They all gazed ST.
lently at the hundred men Of Flam-
beau, who stared back at them till the
gangplank was placed, when they came
ashore to stretch their legs. One of
them, however, made sufficient noise
to make up for the silence Of the 9TH
ers. Before the steamer had grounded
he appeared among the Siwash deck
hands. his head and shoulders tower
ing above them, his white teeth gleam-
ing from face as dark as theirs, shout
ing to his friends ashore and panto-
mining his delight to the two Gale
children, who had come with Alluna to
welcome him.
who's dose beeg, tall people wat
STAN 'longside of you, Miz Caller" be
called to- her; then, shading his eyes
deliberately, he cried in a great voice:
WAL. wal, l b'lieve OATS M'sieu
Jean an Mam'selle Mollee! Ba gar!
Dey get SO beeg vile I'm gone don
know dem no morev'
The youthful Gales wriggled at this
delicious fattery and dug their tiny
moccasined toes into the sand.
Lieutenant Burrell had come with
the others, for the arrival Of a steam
boat called for the presence Of every
soul in camp, and, spying Necia in the
outskirts Of the crowd, he took his
place beside her. He had lain awake
for hours thinking of her and had
fallen asleep with her still in his mind,
for the revelation Of her blood had
come as a shock to him.
He had sprung from race Of slave
holders, from a land where birth anc
breed are more than any other thing,
where drop Of impure blood effects
an ineradicable stain. Therefore the
thought Of this girls ignoble parentage
was so repugnant to him that the
more he pondered it the more pitiful
it seemed, the more mOnstrous. Lying
awake and thinking of her in the still
ness of his quarters, 1t had seemed
very unfortunate and a very terrible
thing. During his morning duties the
vision of her had been fresh before
him again, and his constant contempla-
ton of the matter had wrought a
change in his attitude toward the girl,
Of which he was uncomfortably con-
scious and which he was glad to see
she did not perceive.
The men were pouring off the boat
tall Frenchman, bearing in the hollow
of each arm child who clasped bun
die to its breast. His eyes grew bright
err at sight of Necia, and he broke into
flood of patois. They fairly lombard
ed each other with quick questions and
fragmentary answers till she remem-
bered her companion.
"Oh, forgot my manners! Lieuten-
ant Burrell, this is Napoleon Doret-
our Poleon" she added, with proud
emphasis.
Doret checked his volubility and
ed to see for the first time. The little
brown people in his arms stared like
wise, and it seemed to Burrell that
certain distrust was in each Of the
three pairs Of eyes, only In those Of
the man there was no shyness. In
stead, the Canadian looked him over
gravely from head to heel, seeming to
note each point Of the unfamiliar at
tire; then he inquired without remov-
ing his glance:
"W'ere'bouts you live, chi?
II live at the post yonder." said the
lieutenant.
wat bizness you work at?'
1.-THE lieutenant has been stationed
here, foolish said Necia. Come up
to the store quick and tell me what
it's like at Dawson"
In spite of the mans unfriendliness.
Burrell watched him with admiration.
There were no heels to his tufted fur
boots, and yet he stood good six
feet two, as straight as pine sap
ling and it needed no second glance to
tell of what metal he was made. His
spirit showed in his whole body, in
tue Set VI LIS uciU anu, dUOfe dill, III
his dark, warm face, which glowed
with eagerness when he talked, and
that was ever-when he was not sing
ing.
II never see so many people since
lef' Quebec" he was saying "She's
JUS lax beeg city-Elus' be tree. four
t'ousan' people. Every day some more
dey come. an all night dey dance an
sing an drink w'iskee. Ba gosh. OATS
fine place"
Are there lots of white women%
asked the girl.
"Yes; two, tree hondred. Mos Of
dem is work in dance halls Dere'S
one fine gal l see. name Marie Bour-
gette. l tell you bout her by an by"
"Oh, Poleon, you're in lover cried
Necia.
mo, stree" he denied. "Dere's none
of dem gal look half so purity lax you"
He would have said more; but, spying
the trader at the entrance of the store,