The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-07-20
PHIuPSTEEIE
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES I
1JAMEs Oliver CURwooD
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wailing and moaning over the CABIN
outside. and the sound carried HIM
back TO the last night In the Cabin
far 10 the south, when he had de-
stroyed the hyacinth-scented letter.
The thought OF the letter moved
him restlessly. He listened TO fier1
rot's breathing. and knew that the
half-breed was asleep. Then ne rose
TO his feet and laid his pipe on the
table. A curious feeling or guilt
came over him as he moved TOWARD
the box in which Jacques had placed
the silken scarf. His breath came
quickly; In the dark his eyes shone;
a tingling thrill OF strange pleasure
shot through him as his fingers
touched the thing for which they
were searching. He drew the scarf
out, and returned TO the stove with
Il. crushing It In both his hands.
The sweetness OF Il came TO him
again like the woman's breath. IL
was the sweetness OF her hair, OF the
golden coils massed in the firelight;
part or the woman herself, or her
glorious eyes, her lips. her face
and suddenly he crushed the fabric
to his own face, and stood there.
trembling in the darkness, while
jacques Pierrot slept and the storm
walled and moaned over his head.
For he knew-now-that he would
do more for this woman than Jacques
Pierrot could ever do; more. perhaps
than even the colonel, her husband,
would do. His heart seemed burst
ing with q new and terrible pain,
and the truth at last seemed to rise
and choke him. He loved her. He
loved this woman, the wife Of an
other man. He loved her as he had
lnever dreamed that he could love a
I woman, and with the scarf still
smethering his lips and face he stood
for many minutes, silent and notion
less, gathering himself slowly from
out Of the appalling depths into
which he had allowed himself To
plunge.
Then he folded the scarf, and In
Then he folded the scarf, and In
stead Of returning II to the box, put
II In one OF the pockets OF his coat.
"Pierrot won't care q he excused
himself. And It's the only thing,
little girl-the only thing-I'll ever
haye--of you"
CHAPTER v.
Beauty-Proof.
1t was Pierrot who aroused Philip
In the morning.
Mon Dieu, but you have slept
like a bear" he exclaimed. "The
storm has cleared and IL will be fine
travelling. Eh-you have not heard?
wonder why they are firing guns
on toward Lac Balm"
Philip Jumped from his bed. and
his first look was In the direction
or the box. He was criminal enou Rh
to hope that Jacques would not dis
cover that the scarf was missing.
| "A moose-probably," he said.
There were tracks close up to the
post day or two ago,
| he was anxious to begin their
Journey, and assisted Pierrot I'm pre-
pairing breakfast. The sound of guns
impressed upon him the possibility
OF some one from Lac Balm calling AZ
the half-breed's cabin, and he wished
to avoid further association with
people from the post--at least for n
time. At nine o'clock Pierrot bolted
the door and the two set of into the
south and west On the third dav
they swung to the eastward to strike
the indians living along Reindeer
Lake, and on the sixth cut a trail by,
compass straight for Nelson House.
week later they arrived at the
post, and Philip found n letter
awaiting him calling him to Prince
Albert. In way the summons was
relief to him. He babe Pierrot
good-by, and set out for lie Pas in
company with two Indians. From
that point he took the work train IN
Etomami. and three hours later was
In Prince Albert.
Rest up for a time. Steele" In
spector MacGregor told him. After -.
had made a personal report IN
Bucky Nome. "
| Continued.