Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-01-13

SHE SHOT OVER AND DOWN THE FALLS.
whose many open, mouth-like piazzas
grinned affably at them through the
trees. THAT is their civilize, to dance
and be amuse. and they have put up
"a clubhouse on the bank, at the
very top Of our own beautiful falls.
where they have canvas shells-to
shoot the falls, and that be amuse too.
And that is not all-non. They
Child, child" demonstrated her moth
er, do not go on so. They mean
we'll and want to be friendly. And,
anyway, nothing we can do will
change
THAT is not ALL" repeated Suzette.
This morning some Of them come on
our own land With things to measure
around our own cabin. and / did hear
one of them say the slope would soon
be theirs aud that it would he beau
ti-ful spot for a bun ga-low. Think.
mother. The land has been ours since
the time of my eat-grandfather, with
nobody but ourselves here, and all the
game and fish for us alone, ana now
they come here and walk across the
land and make some figures. and all
they have to do is to send the figures
away and the land will be theirs for
ever aud through all time! That is
what hear the man say. Bah! What
kind of civilize do you call 1t, this
open up? 1t is not we who have live
here. God did not make two lands for
one man"
"H'sh. Suzette." anxiously. They
may hear you and drive us away when
they own the land. we are nothing
but squatters. they say"
We have lived here, and they have
not" flashed Suzette. And what are
the figures but marks that any school
boy can make! / look at them and
know. The first paper the man they
call surveyor make be lay down, and
the wind blow It toward me. Then he
make another. And when they go I
pick 1t mp. l have 1t now. and 1t is
nothing but some figures and some let
ters."
Her mother was usually calm and
submissive to fate, but now a quick
light flashed to her eyes.
'If we could get the paper to Que
bee first, Suzette," she almost breathed,
"maybe-maybe the land would be
ours. | had an uncle who got some
land that way once. Another man
was try to get it, but my uncle reach
the land place first. and the land have
been his ever since, and now no man
can take it except they pay him mon
ey and he is willing. -. - could
get our land like that"
Suzette drew paper from her bos-
ON, and The two women bent over it
eagerly, almost reverently. for to both
it was alike unintelligible.
DID you hear the man say when he
take his paper to the land place,
Suzette?"
'Not till next week They were stand
near the cabin, and | could not help
TO hear. They will fish this week and
hunt, and the next week when they
start home they will go to Quebec,
too, and steal our land"
IF they can" the submissive face
growing yet firmer with fits new pur-
pose. But we try to do like nv uncle
diu nrst' OILY, with note of appre-
hension In her voice. these people
know things, and they have been to
Quebec. The man who try to steal my
uncle's land was only a tramp seller
or pins, with slow wits, and it was q
race of legs. This may not be so easy,
but we will try. You hurry to the
traps and find your father, Suzette,
and tell him to come quick. He must
start with the sunset, for 1t will be a
long, hard journey. and be will have to
go on foot. When hey go it will be
with fast horses. But there is the
weeks start. Hurry, Suzettew
But the girl only drew herself up.
shaking her head.
Not father she said. HE would