The Washington herald., 1912-06-30

Pierre, an cut his hair. She wash Jean
an Mabelle. She laugh an sing an
hoP the baby, an my Iowla laugh an
sing; an she takes down my IoWla's
hair, which is so long that il falls to
her knees, an does It up in a wonderful
way an says she would give everything
she got If she could have that hair. An
my IoWla laugh at her, because her
hair Is like an angePs-like FIRE wen
the sun is on il; an my Iowla tax hers
down, all red an gold, an do it up in
the Cree way. And wen she brings
the man with her-he laughs an plays
with the kids. an says he knows the
doctor and that there will be nothing
to pay for all that he is done. All
An this-this IS wat she tied around
my hand"
With new life Pierrot went to a COW
cred box nailed against one Of the log
walls and a moment later placed in
Philips hands a long, white, silken
neck-scarf Once more there rose to
his nostrils the sweet, faint scent of hya-
cinth, and with a sudden low cry Philip
crushed the dainty fabric in a mass to
his face. In that moment It seemed as
though the sweetness of the woman her
self was with him, stirring him at last
to confess the truth-the thing which
he had fought against so hercely in
those few hours at Lac Balm; and the
knowledge that he had surrendered to
himself, that in going from Lac Balm
he was leaving all that the world held
for him in the way of woman and love,
drew his breath from him in another
broken, stiAed cry.
When he lowered the scarf his face
was white Pierrot was staring at him.
1T makes me think-Of home" he
explained hmely. Sometimes / get
lonely, too. There's a girl-down there
who wears a scarf like this, and what
she wears smells like a flower, just as
this does"
"Oui, understand" said Pierrot,
softly at is the way feel when my
Iowla is gone"
He replaced the scarf in the box, and
when he returned to the stove Philip
explained why he had come to his cab
in. With Pierrots promise TO accom-
pany him with dogs and sledge on his
patrol the next day he prepared to go
to bed. Pierrot also was undressing,
and Philip said to him casually.
This woman-at Churchill-Jacque
what il some one should tell you that
she is not so much OF an angel after all
that she IS, perhaps, something like
like the woman over at Lac Ia Biche,
who ran away with the Englishman? ?"
Pierrot Strengthened as though Philip
had thrust a knife-point into his back.
He broke forth suddenly into French.
Il would call him a liar. Msieur," he
cried hercely Il would call him a
liar, nce-twice-three times, and then
If he said it again | would fight him.
Mon Dieu. but it would be no sin TO
kill one with a mouth like that"
Philip was conscious Of the hot blood
rushing to his face as he bent over his
bunk The depths Of PIcrrot's faith
shamed him. and he crawled silently
between the blankets and turned his
face 10 the wall Pierrot extinguiSAed
the light. and a little later Philip could
hear his deep breathing. But sleep re-
fused to close his own eyes. and he lay
on his back. painfully awake. In spite
of the resolution he had made TO think
no more of the woman at Lac Balm, his
mind swept him back to her irresist-
iblv. He recalled every incident that
udu OSOullCu' NNCtg MOlN tlAt SIG Hdl
spoken, since he had first looked upon
her beautiful face out on the Churchill
trail He could find nothing but Pur-
ity and sweetness until he came with
her for that fatal hour or two into the
company of Bucly Nome. And then,
again. his blood grew hot But-after
all-was there not some little excuse for
her? He thought OF the hundreds of
women he had known. and wondered if
there was one among them all who had