Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-20

second night, he took his rifle and
dragged the canoe to the beach. But
his heart failed him and he went back
to his camp and rolled and grunted
through a sleepless night.
On the third evening he started on
| foot, but he hesitated when the lamp
In the Carry House broke out, a red
beam in the night. He stood,
wretched, wistful, undecided, finger
ing his rife butt, and his heart beat
to suffocation. Then, worn out with
the fever in his veins, he slept openly
where he lay.
On the fourth night of the full moon
he went swiftly across the ridge, I'M
armed, and the miles of woodland and
shore sped away like mist, so eagerly
he ran. Far on the shore the red
beam of the Carry lamp signalled him
and his blood famed the answer In
his face.
And, as he strobe up to the house,
he saw a woman on the shore looking
out into the night across the spectral
lake ST was Lois, servant at South
Carry. He had danced with her two
years ago at Foxcroft Landing, he
had sent her six otter pelts a month
before he shot Sebato.
She was the girl he had come for.
Is 1t possible she expected him? The
restlessness of September had drawn
her to the lake, and something had
led him to her.
And so, together, they glided away
on a trail of silver water to the
strange country, drained by strange
streams, stirred by strange winds.
At dawn the sky crimsoned the
Little Misery. They slept. At sun
rise a moose roared a salute to the
coming day.
They awoke and kissed each other.
When the public spirited citizens of
Foxcroft offered $500 reward for the
capture of Skeene, Placide L'Homme-
dieu scratched his greasy chin, licked
his lips, and went out to buy car
tridges. They found LHommedieu a
week later peacefully floating down
Moose river in his canoe, with bull
let in his brain.
When Skeene padded away with
Lois there was trouble in Foxcroft
Hale left sluice. drain and chain and
wired the sheriff at the Landing to
meet him at Moosehead Inn. The
mayor went also, and next morning
the reward was doubled for James
Skeene. murderer, dead of alive"
Hale had never forgiven the blow
at the cutoff, but Hale had other
reasons They concerned Lois, servant
at South Carry, for when she left with
Jim Skeene she took Hale's betrothal
ring with her.
After Skeene had set Placide
LHommedieu afioat, with mud on his
face and a bullet in his skull, Lois
waiting for him when he poled into
the Little Misery, looked at his knife
then at his rife, and finally into his
sombre eyes.
IT heard-only one shot Was IL a
deer?"
He nodded, muttering that he had
missed; but that night she caressed
him, taking his curly head into her
arms, and wept over him till day
break crimsoned the world.
After that they were almost gay.
He notched logs and built hut and
rammed moss into the cracks. Lois
brought clay from the sweet water,
and cut balsam until her little hands
were stained to the palm. Twice he
passed the three Carrys to the c. p r.
and hung to a freight as far as Sainte
Croix. He bought salt and pork and
-four and cartridges with the proceeds
of Hale's ring.
Iney knew IIldI happiness that iE
bred in haunting fear, that fierce,
that intense love whose roots are i'm
bedded in terror.
Snow came and Skeene logged more
deer hides into his hut
The lake froze and Skeene dragged
his canoe into the hut and daubed 1t
with white lead, while Lois crept close
to his side and strung snowshoes. At
| times she sang. He listened, lying
| beside the canoe
| Snow fell on the frozen lake; the
Little Misery was mantled, the Carrys
| choked, The deer yarded on the
ridge, the moose on the slope above;
the black bear buried his feeble nose
in his stomach and dreamed.
| AS for Lois, she learned that mer
are brutes, and that Skeene was al
| the world to her. She learned thai
| he went hungry that she might eat
that he shivered while she slept under
| skin and blanket.
| Sometimes they played together
| Skeene and this slender girl. like
young foxes in the snow She wouic
often hide. too. In the hollow of {
great swamp-oak, and when he cam,
home she would call: "Jiml JIM fint
mel"
And so 1t came about that Skeene
| Laughing up at Lois in the hollow
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