The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-07-25

FORK" chuckIed the Trenchman softly,
his black eyes laughing over his cot.
fee cup. 81 drink your health. m'seur,
and wish you happiness"
''You Her. snapped Rowland.
Jean lowered the cup without drink
ing.
Its the truth. m'seur,'' he insisted.
''Since that beautiful fight back there
cannot help but wish You happiness.
drink also to the happiness of Me-
Ieese. also TO the happiness of those
who tried TO siII you on the trail and
Mt the coyote. But. mon Dieu. how is
il all to come? Those at the post are
happy because they believe that you
are dead You win not be happy until
they are dead And Meleese-hOw
will all this bring happiness to her?
L tell you that am as deep in trouble
as you. AT'seur Hovland.''
He drank. his eyes darkening gloom.
fly. In that moment there flashed
into HowIand's mind a memory OF the
battle that Jean had fought for him
on the Grent North rail.
''You nearly killed one Of them-thnt
nIght-at Prince Albert he said slow
~. 81 can't understand why you
fought for me then and won't help me
y >
to go down there
.'Uutll ! have resrown a beard" In
sterrupted Jean with low. cIuckliug,
laugh. You would not be the only
one to die IF they saw me again like
this. But that is enough. m'seur.
will say no more
with another length OF babeesh
Rowland tied his companion's legs.
I'm going to Investigate little" he
explained.
few minutes later. after he had
made his prisoner as comfortable as
possible in the cabin. Rowland went
again through the fringe or scrub bush
to the edge of the ridge Below him
the plain was lost in the gloom of the
night. He could see nothing OF the
buildings Mt the post but wo or three
lights cleaning family through the
darkness.
In these moments a desire that was
almost madness swept over him. Since
his fight with Jean the swift passing
of events had confined his thoughts to
their one obiectfve-the finding of Me-
leese and her people. He had assured
himself that his every move was to be
cool and calculating one: that moth.
ing-not even his great love-Should
ulIu peNbuu IlUl FpSlSOu WHICH
had made him 81 master builder among
men. AS he stood with the snow fall
ing heavily on him he knew that his
trail would be covered before another
day; that for an indefinite period he
might safely wait and witch for Nc
leese on the mountain top. And yet
slowly he descended to the foot OF the
ridge and headed into the plain. taking
the precaution TO bury his feet deep in
the snow that lie might have train to
guide him back to the cabin. There
would be no harm done, aud he might
get glimpse OF the light. of her light.
1t came on his vision with n sudden
ness that set his heart leapinE. a dog
barked ahead OF him. so near that he
stopped in his tracks, ana then sudden
" there shot through the snow gloom
the bright Eleam of lamp. Before he
had taken another breath he WINS
aware Of what had happened. A cur
tain had been drawn aside in the
chaos ahead. He was almost on the
walls OF the post, and the light Gleam-
ed from high up, from the head OF tho
stair.
The one lighted window was plainly
visible now, its curtain two-thirds
drawn. and as he looked a shadow
passed over it. was It a woman's
shadow? The window darkened as
the figure within came nearer to It.
and Rowland stood with cIinched |
hands and wildly beating heart, almost
ready to call out softly name.
The shadow disappeared. DImly |
Rowland made out the snow covered
stair. and he went to it and looked up.
Ten feet above him the light shone out.
Swiftly be mounted the stair.