The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-01-10

my Ioreneho.
II didn't catch your words" said
Pete.
Promise" my lady whispered.
there must be no murder
] Tell her, Pete" said !. "there1l Dc
no murder can't let her on with
that-give her fair warning"
Pete rode away slow.
Wife," whispered-we spoke In
whispers, because 1t was the end OF
! the world to us two-'you trust me!
She kissed my forehead.
Tell me-" she said. "one thing.
Polly was not dead?"
"She slammed dead. She's alive,
Kate. She's coming here. Take Da-
vid away. Take him to South Cave.
to Father Jared's camp"
What will you DOR
Lock the house before it's defiled."
And then, dear?"
when she's gone. I'll come to the
cave. too"
Kate took David, letting me kiss
him, letting me kiss her, even knowing
everything, let me take her into my
arms. She was very white. very quiet.
She even remembered to take her ser
want, and the two Cinnamon, making
some excuse to get them away.
locked the house and the old cabin.
Then made the long call to Ephrata.
and went to the Apex Rock, calling un-
til he answered from among the dog
tooth violets. He climbed E-raight up
the steep rocks, whimpering, because
I'd scarcely called him once in four.
teen months. He rubbed against me.
forgetting he hefted eleven hundred
pounds. and had to scratch his neck
before we started up to the house.
then to the left along the wagon track
just past Cathedral Grove.
The wagon was swinging round the
end of the grove at canter. and when
let out a yell for the last warning
the woman only snatched at the dri.
ver's whip to fog the team faster.
Then turned loose my bear, he rear
ing up nine feet or so to inspect that
outfit.
The horses SHE'D into the air, then
on at gallop straight for the edge Of
the cliffs The woman was shot out
as the wagon overturned, the driver
caught for a moment while his wagon
went to match-wood He lay in the
wreckage stunned, but the horses
went blind crazy, taking that twelve
hundred feet leap into the Fraser rap
ids. So had aimed, and as I'd prom
ised my lady to do no murder, kept
my bear beside me.
The driver was awake and stagger-
ing to his feet. He would have
talked, only my bear was with me.
hard to hold by the roach hair. The
man needed no telling. and after he
escaped from my ranch l did not see
him there in the years which for
lowed.
The woman, standing in the wreck
age Of her trunks. wanted to talk. We
herded her, Eph and /, to the foot of
the pack trail, which leads up by steep
jags to the rim-rock Of the upper
cliffs. then on through the black pines
to Hundred Mile. We herded up the
pack trail, my bear and !. and pointed
her on her way, alone, afoot. II she
lived through that eighty miles, she
would remember the way, the way
which is barred.
Rates Narrative.
was waiting for Jesse until the low
sun shone into the cave. All that let.
ter, which had been blur of horror,
cleared nov before my mind, but
Father Jared held me by the hands.
drawing the pain away. He had given
me tea, he had made me a very throne
OF comfort In front Of his camp fire.
David slep. in my lap, and now while
the dear saint held my hands. ana Z
looked through the smoke out toward
the setting sun, he spoke of quaint
sweet doings In his hermitage. He
spoke as worldly anchorite with a
portable bath, Of his clumsy attempts
to patch WORKOUT cassock, and how
the squirrels tried to superintend his
prayers at even-song. Then the sun
caught the walls of the cave and the
roof to glowing beryl and ethereal
ruby, the smoke was rose-hued
thread OF light. and the deep canyon at
our feet filled with shadowy sea Of
flooding amethyst.
The sun had set, and the first star
just shoue out, as Jesse came, stand
ing at the mouth OF the cave, dark
against the glory. / could not see his
face.
(To BE CoNTINuED.)