Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1911-02-07
CHAPTER XIX.

CHAPTER XIX.
"F'vE heard the news" cried
I'LL Cherry later that afternoon
shrieking to make herself
heard above the rattle and
jar of the machinery.
There seems to be q Providence
that watches over fishermen" said
Boyd.
II am happy, for your sake. and ]
want to apologize for my display OF
temper. Come away where I won't
have to scream so. I want to talk to
you"
"It is music to my ears" he an
swered as he led her past the rows
Of Cinnamon bowed before their sold
ering torches as If busted with some
heather rites. "But I'm glad to sit
down just the same. I've been on my
feet for thirty-six hours"
"Its too much for one man." she
declared.
"Oh, I'll sleep tomorrow"
did you see-herY questioned
Cherry.
~"Yes!'
"She must be very proud Of you."
she said wistfully.
"I-l-don't think she understands
what | am trying to do or what II
means. Our talk was not very salts
factory"
"She surely must have understood
what Marsh Is doing"
81 didn't tell her that"
"Why not?"
"What good would It have done?
"Why"-Cherry seemed bewildered--
''she could put stop to 1t: she could
use her influence with her father
against Marsh. expected to see your
old crew back at work again. Oh. !!
wish | had her power!"
"She wouldn't take hand under
any circumstances-it wouldn't occur
to her-and naturally couldn't ask
her" Boyd flushed uncomfortably
Thanks to Georges trap, there Is no
need" He went on to tell Cherry Of
the scene with Mr. Wayland and It's
stormy ending.
"They have used all their resources
to down you." she said. but luck Is
with you. and you mustn't let them
succeed. Now Is the time to show
them what is in you. Go In and win
her now against all Of them"
He was grateful for her sympathy.
yet somehow II made him uncomfOrt.
able.
what was 1t you wished to see me
about" he asked.
"Oh. Have you seen ChakawanaT
mo"
"She disappeared early this morning
soon after the yacht came In. can't
find her anywhere. She +, TX the baby
with her, and-I'm worried"
Doesn't Constantine know where
she is?'
"why. Constantine is down here.
isn't he?"
"He hasn't been here since yester-
day"
Cherry rose nervously. There Is
something wrong. Royd. They have
been acting QueerIy for long time"
Just then Constantine came saunter
ing round the corner of the building.
THANK heavenr' cried Cherry. "He
will know where the others are"
But when his mistress questioned
him Constantine merely replied: 81
don know. no see Chaka wana."
"There is something queer about
this" said Emerson. "Where have
you been all day"
81 go sleep. tired from fighting
last night. come back now and 60
work. Blme'by Chakawana come back.
too. / guess"
"Well. | don't need you tonight, so
you'd better 80 back to Cherry's
house and stay there till l send for
you"
AS she passed Marsh's cannery Cher.
ry saw tender moored to the dock
and noticed strangers among the build
ings. They stared at her curiously. as
II the sight of a white girl attended
by a copper hued giant were part OF
the plcturesqueness they expected. As
she drew near her own house she saw
a woman approaching. and while yet
a stones throw distant she recognized
her. A jealous tightening Of her throat
and a flutter at her breast told her that
this was Mildred Wayland.
Cherry would have passed on silent.
ly, but Miss Wayland checked her.
pardon me-" she said. "Wil you
tell me what that odd looking build
ing is used for" She pointed to the
village church.
"That is the Greek church"
"How interesting! Are there many
Greeks here%
mo. 1t Is relic Of the Russian
days. The natives worship there"
do you live here?
"Yes. In the log house yonder."
Indeed! tried to find some one
there, but-you were out Of course
You have 1t arranged very cozily. ]
see." Mildred's manner was family
patronlzlng. She was vexed at the
beauty and evident refinement of this
woman whom she had thought to find
90 different.
"If you will go back will show 1t
to you from the inside, Miss Way
land" Cherry enjoyed her start at
the name and the look Of cold hostility
that followed.
"You have the advantage Of me-.
said Mildred. II did not think we had
met. You are She raised her
brows Inquiringly.
Cherry Malotte, Of course"
~ remember. Mr.. Marsh spoke Of
you"
81 am sorry"
81 beg your pardonT
~ say l am sorry Mr.. Marsh ever
spoke Of me-"
Mildred smiled frigidly. evidently
you do not like him."
Nobody In Alaska likes him. Do
your
"You see, l am not an Alaskan"
"Do you know that Mr.. Marsh Is to
blame for all Of Boyd's misfortunes"
"Boyd's?"
"Yes. Boyd's. Of course. Oh. let Us
not pretend. call him by his first