The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-03-31
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she cried out that she was coming.
Presently she stood over the decliv-
ity and peered over. Almost imme-
diately below her "a few feet down,
was a man lying in the snow. He
had strayed from the 0bliterated road
and had fallen down the crevasse.
twisting his foot cruelty. Unable to
walk, he had crawled several hun
dred yards in the snow, but his
strength had given out, and then he
had called to the house, on whose
dark windows flickered the flames
OF the fire, the name of the girl he
had come so far to see.
With a cry of joy and pain at once
she recognized him now. 1t was as
her heart had said-it was Julien,
Manette's brother In moment she
was beside him, her arm around his
shoulder.
Pauline" he said feebly, and
tainted in her arms.
An instant later she was speeding
to the house, and rousing her moth
er and two of the stablemen, she
snatched a flask of brandy from
cupboard and fastened back.
An hour later Julien Lacrosse lay
in the great sitting-room beside the
Ia nd t,ly 10 hn, do yAI
and at ease, his face alight with
all that had broughG him there. And
once again the Indian mother with
a sure instinct knew her girl would
have a white woman's home, and,
for her man, one of the race like her
fathers race, white and conquering.
I'm sorry to give trouble" julien
said, laughing-he had a trick of
laughing lightly; but I'll be able
to get back to the Portage tomor-
row."
To this the Indian mother said,
however: ITO please yourself is a
great thing, but to please others is
better; and so you will stay here
till you can walk back to the Port
age, M'sieu' Julien
We'll, I've never been so comfort
able" he said, never so happy. II
you don't mind the trouble!"
The Indian woman nodded pleas
antly and found excuse to leave the
room for quite quarter of an hour,
But before she went she contrived to
place near his elbow one of the
scraps of paper on which Pauline had
drawn his face with that of Man
cite. 1t brought a light of nope and
happiness into his eyes and he thrust
the paper under the fur robes of the
couch.
What are you doing with your
life?" Pauline asked him, as his eyes
sought hers a few moments later.
"Oh, have big piece of work
before me-" he answered eagerly, "a
great chance-to build a bridge over
the St Lawrence, and I'm only thir-
ty! I've got my start. Then, I've
made over the old Seigneury my faith.
er left me, and I'm going to live
in it. Ii will be a fine place, when
I've done with it, comfortable and
big, with old oak timbers and walls,
and deep fireplaces, and carvings
done in the time Of Louis Quinze,
and dank-red velvet curtains for the
drawing-room, and skins and furs.
Yes, / must have skins and furs
like these here" He smoothed the
skins with his hand.
tManette, she will live with you?"
Pauline asked.
"Oh, no, her husband wouldn't like
that. You see, Manette is to be mar
ried. She told me to tell you all
about it."
He told her all there was to tell
Of Manette's courtship, and added
that the wedding would take place
in the spring.
"Manette wanted it when the
leaves first come out and the birds
come back" he said gayly; and
so she's not going to live with me
at the Seigneury, you see. No, there
it is as fine a house, good enough
for a prince, and shall be there
alone, unlesS
His eyes met hers. and he caught
the light that was in them, before
the eyelds dropped over them and
she turned her head to the fire. But
the spring is two months off yet" he
added.
The spring." she asked, puzzled,
yet half afraid to speak.
Yes, I'm going into my new house
when Manette goes into her new
house-in the spring. And / won't
go alone if"
He caught her eyes again, but she
rose hurriedly and said You must