The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-08-20
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 You can't stop here," the girl as- serted firmly.
 "Oh. yes, we can," said Emerson. The squaw called. 'Constantine!" The tall figure of a man emerged. ad- vancing swiftly.
 It was the copper hued native who had rescued them from the river ear Her in the day. The Indian girl broke into torrent of excited volubility.
 "You no stop here." said Constan- tine Making toward the outer door. he flung it open.
 We've come a long way and we're tired" Emerson argued He faced the Indian with his back to the stove. his voice taAng on a determined note. we won't leave here until we are ready. Now tell your 'klootch' to get us some supper. Quickr'
 A soft voice from the rear of the room halted the advancing Indian.
 Constantine" it said.
 The travellers whirled to see, stand ing out in relief against the darkness of the passage whence the Indian had just come a few seconds before. the golden haired girl of the storm to whom they had been indebted for their rescue. She advanced, smiling pleas antly.
 These men no stop herer' cried Con stantine violently.
 "II-beg pardon" began Emerson. "We didn't intend to take forcible pos session. but we're played out-we've been denied shelter everywhere-ws felt desperate'-
 She addressed the Indian girl in Aleut and signaled to Constantine. ct which the two natives retired.
 We're glad of an opportunity to thank you for your timely service this afternoon" said Emerson.
 "Oh, that was nothing. I've been ex, pecting you hourly. You see, Constan- tines little brother has the measles, and had to get to him before the ma tives could give the poor little fellow . Russian bath and then stand him out h the snow. They have only one treatment for all diseases"
 If your-er-father"- The girl shook her head
 Then your husband-I should like to arrange with him to hire lodgings for . few days. The matter of meney"- Again she came to his rescue.
 'T am the man of the house. I'm boss here. You are quite welcome to stay as long as you wish. Constantine objects to my hospitality and treats all strangers alike. fearing they may be company men" we throwed a Swede out on his neck.,; declared Fraser. swelling with conscious importance, "and l guess he's 'crabbed' us with the other square heads"
 'Oh, no! They have instructions not to harbor any travellers. It's as much as his job is worth for any of them to entertain you. Now, won't you make yourselves at home while Constantine attends to your dogs? Dinner will soon be ready"
 He murmured Gladly" and then gowned girl living amid such surround ings- Undeniably pretty. graceful in her movements. bearing herself with certainty and boise. who was she? Where did she come from? And what in the world was she doing here?
 He became aware that "Fingerless" Fraser was making the introductions. This Is Mr. Emerson. My name is French Pm one of the Virginia Trenches. you know Perhaps you have heard of them. No? We'll. they're the real thing.y
 Emerson forestalled her acknowl- edgement by breaking in roughly:
 His name isn't French at all, madam; it's Fraser-'Fingerless' Fra ser. He's an utterly worthless rogue and absolutely unreliable. so far as I can learns l picked him up on the ice in Norton sound with a marshal at his heels'
 That marshal wasn't after me-" stoutly denied Fraser. quite unabash- cd. "Why. he's friend of mine we're regular chums. Everybody knows that. He wanted to give me some papers to take outside, that's all"
 Boyd shrugged his shoulders indif- ferently:
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 Their hostess greatly amused, pre- vented any further argument by say ing:
 'I suppose you are bound for the States"
 "Yes. We intend to catch the mail boat at Katmai. I am taking Fraser along for company. It's hard travel. ing alone in a strange country. He's q nuisance. but he's rather amusing at times"
 I certainly am." agreed that cheer. ful person. now fully at his ease. {
 By and by the girl rose. and after showing them to a room she excused herself on the score of having to see to the dinner When she had with drawn "Fingerless" Fraser pursed his thin lips into a noiseless whistle, then observed:
 "Well, pn-be-cussedr aS
 CHAPTER II.
 "T "TaIlHO is she?" asked Emerson.
 MI You heard, didn't you,
 IV She's Miss Malotte, and she's
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