Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-03-25

also to the happiness Of those who tried
to kill you on The trail and at the
coyote. But, Mon Dieu, how Is it all
to come? Those at the post are happy
because they believe that you are dead.
You will not be happy until they are
dead. And Meleese-how will all this
bring happiness to her? I tell you that
l am as deep in trouble as you. Mssetr
Rowland. May the Virgin strike me
dead if I'm not!"
He drank. his eyes darkening gloom
lily. In that moment there flashed into
Howland's mind a emo of the
battle that Jean had fought for him
on the Great North Trail.
You nearly killed one of them-that
night-at Prince Albert" he said slow
ly. 81 can't understand why you fought
for me then and won help me now.
But you did. And you're afraid to go
down there
Until 1 have regrown a beard" in
terrupted Jean with a low chuckling
laugh. You would not be the only
n to die if they saw me again Ike
this. But that is enough, M'seux. I
will say no more"
II really don't want to make you I'M
COullQ tdDtt. JCdl1s IlO8ld40 apQ&0-
gized. as he secured the Frenchman's
hands again after they had satisfied
their hearty appetites. but unless you
swear by your Virgin or something
/ else that you will make no attempt TO
! call assistance I shall have to gag You.
What do you say?"
4 will make no cutlery, M'seur. /
give you my word for that"
-
land tied his companions legs.
I'm going to investigate a little he
explained. 81 am not afraid of o u
voice. for if you begin to shout 1 viii
hear you first. But with your legs free
you might take it into your head TO
run away"
Would you mind spreading a hlankef
on the floor. M'seur? If you are gone
long this box will grow hard and
sharp"
A few minutes later, after he had
made his prisoner as comfortable as
possible in the cabin, Rowland weat
again through the fringe of scrub bush
to the edge of the ridge. Below him
the plain was lost in the gloom -
night. He could see nothing of the
buildings at the post but two or three
lights cleaning family through the
darkness. Overhead there were no
stars; thickening snow shut out what
Illumination there might have been In
the north, II eve as he stood look
ing into the desolation to the west the
snow fell faster and the lights grew
fainter and fainter until all was a
chaos of blackness.
In these oment a desire hat was
almost madness swept over him. Since
his fight with Jean the swift passing Of
events had confined his thoughts 10
their one objective-the finding of Me-
leese and her people. He had assured
himself that his every move was to Be
a cool and calculating one. that moth
ins-not even his great love-should
urge him beyond that reason which had
made him a master-builder among men.
AS he stood with the snow falling
heavily on him he knew that his trail
would he covered before another DAY.
that for an indefinite period he might
safely wait and watch for Meleese on
the mountain top And yet, slowly, he
made his way down the side of the
ridge. A little way out there in t1e
gloom. barely beyond the call of his
voice, was the girl for whom he wigs
willing TO sacrifice all that he had ever
achieved in life. With each step the
desire in him grew-tne impulse 10
bring himself nearer TO her. to steal
across the plain. to approach in the 81.
lent smother of the storm until he could
look on the light which Jean Croisset
had told him would CLEAN from her
window.