The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-07-19


Mrs. Becker You're fool" he ar.
gued You're as big fool as Bucky
Nome. My God-you-Phil Steele
letting a married woman upset you
like this"
II was near midnight when he came
to Pierrot's cabin. but a light was
still burning in the half-breed's log
home. Philip kicked on his snow
shoes and knocked at the door. In
moment Pierrot opened IL, stepped
back, and stared at the white figure
that came In out OF the storm.
Mon Dieu-it ees you--Mee-sair
Philip"
Philip held out his hand to Jacques
and shot a quick glance about him.
There had been a change In the cab
in since he had visited II last. One
OF Pierrot's hands. was done up In a
sling, his face was thin and pale. and
his dark eyes were sunken and luster-
less. In the little wilderness home
there was an air OF desertion and neg
lect, and Philip wondered where Pier
rot's rosy-cheeked. black-haired wife
and his half.dozen children had gone.
Mon Dieu--it ees you, Mee-sair
Philip" cried Pierrot again, his face
lighting mp with pleasure. You come
late. You are hongree?"
I've had supper" replied Philip.
i've just come from Lac Balm. But
what's up. old man" He pointed
to Pierrot's hand, and looked Ques-
tionably about the cabin again.
"Eh-Iowla--my wife-she Is al
Churchill over on the bay" groaned
jacques. And so are the children.
What You did not hear at Lac Balm!
lowla is taken seek-ver' seek-wlth
strange thing which--ughl-has TO
be fixed with a knife, Mee'sair Philip.
An so take her to the doctor over
at Churchill. an he fix her--an' she
Is growing well now. an Will soon
come home. She keep the children
with her. She say they max her
think OF Jacques, on his trap-line. I'm
lit ees lonely-dam lonely,
and have been gone from my IOWA
but two weeks tomorrow.
You have been with her at Fort
Churchill?" asked Philip, taking on
his pack and coat.
"Qui, M'sieur," said Jacques, fall
ing into his French. Il have been
there since November What! They
did not tell you at Lac Bain?"
Motley did not tell me. But
Il was there but few hours,
Jacques. Listen" He pulled out
his pipe and began filling II. with
his back to the stove. You saw
people -strangers-at Fort Church
hill. Jacques? They came over on
the London ship. and among them
there was a woman"
Pierrot's pale face flashed up with
sudden animation.
"Ah-zee angel"' he cried. THAT
See!" He pointed to his bandaged
hand. Wan day that bete-the In
dian dog OF mine-did that, an
wen I jumped up from the snow In
front OF the company's store. the
blood running from me. / see her
standing there, white an scared. An
then she run to me with little
scream, an tear something from her
neck, an tie it round my hand. Then
she go with me to my cabin, and
every day after that she come to see
my Iowla an the children. She
wash little Pierre, an cut his hair.
She wash Jean an Mabelle. She
laugh an sing an hol' 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 II up in a wonderful way
an says she would give everything
she got IL she could have that hair.
An my Iowla laugh at her, because
her hair Is like an angels--like fire
wen the sun is on IL; an my Iowla
TAX hers down, all red an gold, an
do IL 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 Tor
all that he is done. Ah-she ess
wan be-e-eautiful-l-l angel! An
this-this is wat she tied around my
hand"
(continued.)