Arizona republican., 1912-04-02

1T 10 no one but himself. She came 10 the Post after that, ten years later. vixen M'sieur Simpson was factor. and la Madame took great fancy to her and taught her a great deal that civil ized people know. Then she died. la Cree wife came to the Post Maballa loved her adopted people. and for that all the Crees hated her and summed her. The factors Cree wife hated her most of all. more than she hated the Sarcees. Three times a year Lone Ar rows son came to the Post with what was left of his fathers tribe. and brought their furs, and it was at these times that the young people, grown now to manhood and womanhood, found their hearts beating with love" :"
 Pierrot rose to his feet and looked far up the river, with his back to Philip.
 The Sarcee band came last to the Post six weeks ago. he finished. "A
  little before that the new Missioner had come over from Churchill. He was bad. Msieur. He attempted 10 in suit Maballa in way which is com mon to the followers of the civilized mans God. Maballa fled to the Sar- cee camp, and Sakimay, the pagan son of Lone Arrow. hunted the Mis- sioner out and they fought. The Missioner was killed; so was Sakimay Their two graves are side by side, so close that you may reach from one to the other. Over the Missioner's grave is the white cross of God: around Sakimay's there is fence of sapling pickets, tins filled with meat, a tiny canoe, tepee as large as your hand. and such weapons. made of wood. as he will need in the hereafter There are ten or fifteen of the Sarcees, and they have drawn back few miles, aud guarded themselves. There has been a little fighting, and it is fortunate for the Sarcees that a Cree and a half. breed have been killed. I do not un- derstand why the Sarcees remain, for some day will find them all dead un- less they move. I think. M'sieur. if must be because of Maballa For each day two women come 10 the graves with their offerings for the dead. One of these is the Missioners Indian wife, who has turned Chris tian, and the other is Maballa, the pagan Cree"
 For days after this stop at the port age Jean Pierrot spoke no more of Maballa and her people, except 10 an swcr Philips questions. He dropped into the moody silence of the forest man. saying no more than a dozen words at night when they stopped 10 camp, even when Philip brought up again and again the question of the three Gods. The half-breed was al ways sitting beside the fire when he went to his blankets, and once he awoke. long after midnight. to find Jean sitting where he had left him hours before. After a time Philip ceased to question him, and began 10 study him in another way. He knew that something was troubling Jean. Several times. when Jean thought him asleep. he saw Pierrot take the ivory cross from his breast and hold if in his hands; and one night, when the spring wind was wailing mournfully through the spruce tops. Jean stood up in the light Of the campfire with his hands and the cross stretched above his head, as if in an attitude of prayer.
 The night before they came to the Post on the Beaver, Pierrot raised his head from between his hands and looked across the fire at Philip, who was smoking his pipe.
 "M'sieur." he exclaimed suddenly. "I have never seen a more beautiful woman than Maballa. even in Montreal and Quebec. I have seen her with her hair down. M'sieur, falling to her knees. glistening like a ravens wing in the sun Her voice is like that or the bird-futes which we make Of reeds for she is a Cree. I swear to God if she was not pagan l would light for her, and for her people
 In an instant Philip had gone to his side. and reached down hand.
 Jean Pierrot. " he said quietly. You, too. love this girl"
 Jean lifted his. head slowly. His slim. dark hand net Philips; in bis eyes there glowed a soft light.
 'Yes, M'sieur, I love her.
 He dropped his head again, slowly. and said: But she has betrayed her God. If went to her now, after Sax imay is dead, and gave her my love, and fought for her. I would be betray- ing my God-the God of the Virgin for a woman. For she is a pagan"
 As the half.breed walked out into the gloom Philip watched him until his form disappeared among the forest shadows, wondering what the world would be if the God Of all people were as omniscieDt as this God of Jean Pierrot's.
 It was the deep gray dusk of a night that promised rain when the canoe or and Jean Pierrot came into the last straight-water of the Beaver, quarter of mile from the Post. Above the thick spruce and balsam there was an unusual glow in the sky. and when their canoe ran into the landing they were greeted by mad rush of howl ing dogs and crowd of Cree masters who lashed right and left with short whips, while a dozen Indian boys H. f. A.