The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1914-07-10

tOrth from them. Sne waited a DreaLn-
less moment.
THAT was a lie! You would not
dare repeat that to me-" she burst
forth passionately, her whole body
trembling. you thought you could
tell him, and he would believe you;
would pity you, and let you go. You
did not dream that was here-I, Rene
D'Auvray, monsieur-to face you. You
are afraid of me; yes you are-it is in
your eyes. You think me an Indian?
That l will avenge myself? Is that
what you fear?"
He muttered something in Indian
dialect could not understand.
You say that to me! You dare say
that! You are a bold man to try and
threaten me now. Ay, do 1t then
monsieur" and she stepped aside fac
ing me, this brute of an Englishman
claims to be my husband"
What" exclaimed in shocked sur
prise. HE told me he attempted to
make love to you, but failed, yet hint
ed that marriage might have been pos
sible."
He did venture that far Then,
monsieur, l will tell you the truth. He
won my father to him-God alone
knows how-and persuaded me to go
through the tribal ceremony. To me,
a Christian and a French woman, that
mockery of form means no more than
to him 1t was the price l paid for
peace"
But the Wyandots?"
In their eyes | am this mans
squaw," her voice trembling with
scorn. her hand pointing at him. But
in the eyes of God, l am not. His
hand has never touched me-never
will Monsieur, I had to tell you"
And am glad you did. 1t is better
for me to know"
"Oh, begin to see," broke in the
prisoner, finding his voice. 1T is not
my appearance chat you object to-,
mademoiselle, only you prefer the
Yankee edition"
l strobe forward threateningly.
You low-lived coward"
she caught my arm. I'VE have no time
now for personal quarrel. We must
save mans life"
"His?"
Monsieur Brady's. There is but
one way. T was for his sake, the en-
deavor to save him from torture, that
l was so long in coming here. did all
that was in my power, but those In
dians are not of my tribe. They might
listen to me, but for the Englishman
who leads them. He is heartless,
more cruel than any savage; moreover
Brady struck him, and he suspects me
of aiding you to escape. There is no
mercy in him, and have failed. They
mean to burn him at the stake, and
could do no more"
Where are they now" I asked in
horror.
"Yonder on the mainland. l could
not remain to witness the scene-I
could not, monsieur. was under
guard, but stole away in the darkness,
and came here, praying l might find
you yet waiting. Now know God has
answered my prayers. He has shown
me the way"
She turned from me, her eyes on his
face.
Are you any relative to Monsieur
whom you resemble so much?"
He laughed unpleasantly.
Lord, hope Motif so the connec-
ton is too remote to be considered
have no desire to claim any Yankee
cousins. Why?"
The reason Is not material.
want you to hear me. do not know
you killed my father, but l suspect
it, and am certain you lured him to
his death. If it was Picaud's hand
that did the deed, it was done at your
desire. l would be justified as a Wy
andot in killing you-even this Amer
lean would grant me the right-but l
am going to spare you, Monsieur-on
one condition"
"What?" The very sound of his
voice proved his realization of her seri-
BUSINESS.
That you accompany me to the In
dian camp yonder and help me save
that white mans life."
What do l care"
you care for your own, no doubt.
Well, monsieur. it hangs by hair.
Only on such a pledge will you go
forth from here alive"
You threaten to kill me?"
"It is hardly a threat-it ia q Ger.
tainty, monsieur"
Tell me the plan then" he said
roughly.
Il can control the Indians" she went
on, "if the Englishman does not inter
fere. 1t will be your part to command
him"
who is the fellow"
"The fur trader-Lappin."
He stared into her face; then
laughed insolently.
Then the game is up. BY the gods.