The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1912-07-20
CHAPTER w.
The sllken Scarf.
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Continued.
With new life Pierrot went TO
covered box nailed against one Of the
log walls and a moment later placed
in Philips hands long, white,
neck-scarf Once more there rose TO
his nostrils the sweet, faint scent OF
hyacinth, and with sudden low
cry Philip crushed the dainty fabric
I'm a mas OF his face. In that mo-
ment il seemed as though the sweet
ness OF the woman herself was with
him. stirring him at last to confess
the truth--the thing which he had
fought against so fiercely 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, stifled
cry.
When he lowered the scarf his
face was white. Pierrot was staring
at him.
1T makes me think-of home" he
explained lamely. Sometimes ! get
lOHClJ, lOOs uClO . q 6AAAT-dO " ~
there-who wears scarf like this,
and what she wears smells like a
flower. just as this does
"Qui, understand" said Pierrot
softly. 1T 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 cabin. With Pierrot's prom
Use 20 accompany 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
tell you that she Is not so much OF
an angel after all-that she Is, per-
haps, something like-like the
woman over at Lac la Riche, 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.
II would call him liar. M'sieur."
he cried fiercely. II would call him
a liar, once-twice--thre times,
and then IL he said it again l would
fight him. Mon Dieu, but II would
be no gin to kill one with a mouth
like that"
blood rushing to his face as he bent
over his bunk The depths Of Pier
rots faith shamed him, and he
crawled silently between the blank
cts and turned his face to the wall
Pierrot extinguished the light, and
n little later Philip could hear his
deep breathing. But sleep refused
to close his own eyes, and he lay on
his back, painfully awake. In spite
OF the resolution he had made &c
think no more of the woman at Lac
Balm, his mind swept him back to
her irresistibly. He recalled every
incident that had occurred, every
word that she had spoken, since he
face out on the Churchill trail. He
could find nothing but purity and
sweetness until he came with hel
for that fatal hour or two into the
company Of Bucky 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 II there was one
among them all who had not at some
time fallen into this same little error
as Mrs. Becker. For the first time
he began to look at himself Mrs
Becker had laughed with Bucky
Nome, her cheeks had grown a little
flushed, her eyes had shone radiantly
but were those things a sin? Had
those same eyes not looked up into
his own, filled with sweetness that
thrilled him, when he bent over hcl
beside the fire out on the Churchill
trail? Was there not that same
lovely flush in her face when his lips
had almost touched her hair? And
had not the colonel's sudden return
brought a flush into both their
faces? He smiled to himself, and
for a moment he thrilled ecstatically
The reaction came like q shock. In
an instant other scenes-other faces
flashed upon him, and again he
saw the Turing, beautiful face of
Elleeu t1hWhIns, WHO SHllleu on men
as Mrs. Becker had smiled on Bucky
Nome and on him.
He closed his eyes and tried to
force himself into sleep, but failed.
At lest he rose silently from MS
bunk. filled his pipe, and sat down
In the darkness beside the stove.
The storm had increased to a gale,