The Wenatchee daily world. [volume] (Wenatchee, Wash.) 1905-1971, 1909-03-24
yes" said Doret. .Tm. tskin' M

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.Oh. but you can't" cried Burrell.
TT'- He paused awkwardly. while
down the breeze came the lament of
| the two little Gales. well, feel just
rs they do" He motioned in the d.
| rection of the sound. II wanted you
for friend, Doret. l hate to lose
you
II ain never got my satisfy yet, SO
I'm pass on-all de tam pass IN.
Mebbe dis trip fin de place."
I'm sorry-because-well, I'm q self
ish sort Of cuss-and''- Burrell pulled
up blushingly, with strong mans dis
play of shame at his own emotion. II
owe all my happiness to you, old man.
| I can't thank you-neither of us can.
| We shall never live long enough for
that. But you mustn't go without know
| ing that feel more than I'll ever have
words to say"
| He was making it very hard for the
Frenchman, whose heart was aching
| already with a dull, unending pain.
And then, as If he were not tried suffi-
GENTLY, the girl herself came flying in.
| whats this l hear?' she cried. cal
| luna tells me- She saw the telltale
pile on the counter, and her face grew
white. ''Then it's true? Oh, PoleOnw
! He smiled and spoke cheerily. Eyes,
been t'inkin' bout dis trip long TAM"
Its the wanderlust," murmured
Burrell to himself. Hell never rest"
What child you arev' cried Necia,
half angrily. Cant you conquer that
rowing spirit and settle down like a
MANI" She laid her hand on his arm
appealingly. Haven't told you there
isn't any far countryY"
He laughed aloud, for all the world
as If the sun were bright and the fret
I for adventure were still keen In him,
then, picking up his bundle, said:
"Dere's no use argue wit Canayen
man. Mebbe some day l come pad
die back roun' de ben down yonder
an you hear 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 Frencheman to stop
on shore. Ba gosh, I'm gladv He
began to hum. and they heard him
singing all the way down to the river
bank as if the spirit Of youth and
hope and gladness were not dead
within him:
"Chante. rossignol, chante!
Toi qui lie occur gal;
Tu as lie occur rire
Mai j. i alta pleurer,
! ii v longtemps que j t'aime
! Jamaise je ne toublierai."
rising little bird; oh, sing away,
You with the voice SO light and gay!
Yours is heart that laughter cheers.
Mine is heart that's full of tears.
Long have loved; l love her yet.
Leave her l can, but not fOrget."]
A moment later they heard him ex-
postulating with some one at the wa
| ter's edge, and then child's treble
rose on high.
NO no! I'm goin'. too. I'm goin',
| tOO-o-o-o"-
Hey, John Galew called Poleon.
Come ere! Ba gosh, you better hor-
ry too! l can't hol' dis Teller long!"
When they appeared on the bank
above him. he continued, Look ere
/ w ut lii oil lily pdttCdu, uIiu ASio
up the wriggling form of Johnny Gale.
Hes stow hisse'f away Onder dem
blanket Sacre! He's bad Teller, dis
man-don' pay for hees ticket at all;
he's regular toff mug"
1t took the efforts of Necia and the
trader combined to tear the lad from
| the Frenchman, and even then the
foul deed was accomplished only at
| the cost of such wild acclaim and evil
dence of undying sorrow that little
Molly came hurrying from the house,
her round face stained and fearful, her
mouth an inverted crescent. She had
gone to the lame puppy for comfort
and now strangled him absentminded-
1 ly in her arms, clutching him to her
breast SO tightly that his tongue lolled
out and his three legs protruded stiffly.
paving an aimess pantomime. When
! Johnny found that no hope remained
he uuelled his demonstrations of emo
! zion and, as beftted stout hearted
gentleman Of the woods, bore a final
present to his friend He took his lit
tie air gun and gave it into Poleon's
hands against that black night when
the bears would come, and no man
ever made Il greater sacrifice. Doret
picked him up by the elbows and
kissed him again and again. then set
him down gently, ut which Molly
scrambled forward and without word
or presentation speech gave him her
hearts first treasure She held out
the three legged puppy, for a gun and
a dog should ever go together: then.
being of the womankind aforesaid, she
began to cry as she kissed her pet
goodby on it's cold, wet nose.
"W'at's dis?'' said Poleon, and his
voice quavered. for these childish fin
gers tore at his heartstrings terribly.
Hes a very brave doggie," said the
little girl He will scare de bears
away" And then she became dis
solved in tears at the anguish her offer
ing cost her.
The time had come for the last good