Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-04-22

| his and shouted gleefully:
 ''Bien. I'm glad! You'll be riche gal for sure now an wear plaintee fine dress lak fetch you. Jus fink, you fin' gor on your place more queecker dan your fader. an he's good miner too. Fla! Oats bullyv'
 ''Oh. well, they will fnG 1t on your claims very soon" she replied.
 He shook his head. You better lsnocl; wood wen you gay dat. Mcbbe [ draw dc blank again. Nobody can't tell. I've do dc sam ting before. an dose men w'at been workIn' my yroun' dey're gcttin' purty blue"
 "N'her you do become Flambeau L:rg" shc continued. what will you 10 with yourself? Surely you won't continue that search for your far couD- fry It could never be so beautiful as this She pointed to the river that never changed ard yet was never the sane and to the forests. slightly tinged with tho signs of the coming season.
 "It's very finc," agreed the Canadian. I don see w'S anybody would carc
 or Twin oa dein cities wen dere's so aluch nice place outside"
 Yes" said Nccll. 'I'vc no dO;lht cue would get tired cf 1t soon ard long for
 something to ,iO aud something really worth while but should liic to try t CIcc. and shall as soon as I'm rich enough. Won't you come along:"
 II don know" he said thouEhtsully. "Mcbbc so stay here. mebbe so talk my cauce an go away. For long tam t'ink dis Flanbcau she's dc promis' Ian I hear callin' to me. but I don know yet for vile
 What kind of place is that land of yours, pCleon?"
 'fa! never see i'm. but she's been cryin' to me eTer since I'm little boy. It's place were don get too hot on de summer an too col on de winter; it's place were birds sing an flowers blossom an de sun shine an were can sleep widout dreamin' bout it all de tam"
 Why, it's the land of content. You'n never discover 1t by travel. I'll tell you a secret, Poleon. I've found it. yes, have. It lies here" She laid her hand on her breast Father Barnum told me the story of your people and how 1t lives in your blood-that hun ger to find the far places. It's what drove the vOyageur and coureur du bois from Quebec to Vancouver and from the Mississippi to Hudson bay. The wanderlust was their heritage, and they pushed on and on without rest, like the salmon in the spring, but they were different in this-that they never came back to die"
 There was a lock Of great tenderness in his eyes as he bent toward her and searched her face, but she was not thinking of him, and at length he con- tinued:
 "Fader Barnum he's goin' be here nex' Sonday for cheer up dem Injun. Constantine she's got de letter."
 Do you know" said Necia wistfully, "I've always wanted him to marry me"
 You t'inkin' bout marry on some feller, eh?" said the other. with an odd grin. "Waal. wy not? He'll be here all day an night. S'pose you do it. Mos anybody wat ain got some wife al- ready will be glad for marry on you, an mebbe some feller wat has got wife too! If you don lak dem an if you're Goin' marry on somebody you can be wife to me-
 Necia laughed lightly. q believe you would marry me if l wanted you to. You've done everything else I've ever asked. But you needn't be afraid. won't take. you up" In all her life this man had never spoken of love to her, and she had no hint of the dream he cherished.
 While they were talking beat had drawn inshore and made fast to the bank in front of them. An Indian landed and, approaching, enter ed into talk with the Frenchman.
 By and by Poleon turned to the girl and said:
 "Dere's hondrcd marten skin come ir. You min de store vile I mak' trade wit dis man."
 Together the two went down to the boat, leaving Necia behind, and not long after Runnion sauntered up to the store and addressed her familiarity.
 Hello, Necia! just heard about the strike on your claim. That's fine and dandy"
 She acknowledged his congratula- tions curtly, for. although it was GUS tomary for most of the old timers to call her by her Christian name, she re- sented it from thls man. She chose to let it pass, however.
 T had some good news last night myself" he continued. "One of my men has hit some good dirt, and we'll know what it means in a day or so. I'll gamble we're into the money big. though, for always was lucky cuss. Say, where's your fatherr
 He's out at. the mine"
 We've used up all of our bar sugar at the saloon, and want to buy what you've got"
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