Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-10-01
arms, and lurched over toward her.

arms, and lurched over toward her.
His condition apparently did not
prevent his appreciation of feminine
beauty. He believed that this was
the very moment in which to express
it, so he put his hand suddenly on
the young woman's shoulder. AS she
quickly moved aside it fell on the
baby's head. The child yelled like a
true scion Of civilization.
The fierce instinct which lies dor
mant in every woman's breast when
her offspring needs defense. caused
Ameou to uplift her hand and strike
the mans face. He fell, bawl-
ing, and staggered off, mutterinR
threats.
Curran, who happened to be near,
ran up and hustled the man to his
tent, shaking him none too gently.
Then an idea struck him. After
leaving Scarface he returned to the
| post, beaming the smile that was the
harbinger Of some evil act.
In the morning he sent for Itua-
ganu, who came up to the store,
showing some evidence of the even
ing's excesses. He begged hard for
a drink, having failed to find his bot
tie for the very good reason that
Curran had taken it away from him
on the previous evening.
"My tongue is dry and my throat
on fire." he pleaded. "Also, my
head hurts as If l had received many
blows. Give me but one drink Of
the burning water and all shall be
right with me again"
Mot single drop shalt thou
have" affirmed Curran with an air
Of virtue. What kind of a man art
thou to break thy promises and let
a woman beat thee like punychild
Yes, like a dog she chastised thee
and called thee dog, and now thou
thorn in its foot"
"Did she, indeed call me a dog 2"
cried the man.
"Yes, and other names too many
to remember, saying that thou were
no man, but kukush, swine and
the son Of swine. And thou vert
weeping before her like an uash, q
little baby"
Mighty strong is thy strong wa
ter, for l remembered none of those
things" said the man. "But give
me just one swallow of the stuff to
still the thirst that is burning NV
throat, and l will show thee what
manner Of man l am"
"Oh, it takes not much of a man
to brawl and go about, beating wo-
men! No such thing will have at
this post"
"No woman shall boast that she
beat me and called me such names I"
cried the man angrily. 1.-THE very
children would laugh at me in scorn.
| will repay her and give her sor-
row, that she may never boast again
Of what she did to me-"
81 will have no brawling," Curran
told him warningly. "If thou hast a
mind to play her some trick l care
not. A man of cunning might have
a good idea, for instance, the steal
ing for time of that infant who
weeps SO much, crying at all times
like Utshiminsau, the king-isher.
that is ever squalling.
eff thou vert to blde it for time,
30 she might search and weep, it
would give her sorrow in plenty. Yes,
many other things a clever man
might think of, but the idea as to the
child is best"
"Giye me but one drink" cried the
man, "and thou shalt see."
Eyes, and after that the thirst will
come again and thou wilt return for
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an hour or two SO that it will be but
a child's trick"
"Give me but the half of bottle
and 1 will not return at all before
the breaking up of ice. | will tell
thee where l shall put the child, and
thou canst go and get it, returning it
to the woman after she has wept."
Every WE'LL" said Curran. Here
be small drink now. At night I
shall wait by the canoes and have
half bottle of the strongest for
thee. But | doubt much whether
thou art man enough to get the
child from its mother without her
knowing it. Where wilt thou leave
it,"
"At the Lake of Many Beaver, on
the right-hand shore, where a great
fallen birch lies in the water. 1t is
but few hours from here in ca
noe. Thou knowest the place.
IL know it well. Now l shall see
what manner of man thou really art
whether this be all Idle talk"
Curran poured out a small drink
for the man and sent him away.
That night, in the early hours be-
fore dawn when the sleep of all is
soundest, Scarface crawled in front
of the tent of Nimissuts
The night was fairly warm and the
mosquitoes had vanished, SO the
flap was open.
The crafty savage wormed his
way in, lifted the child from its little
bed of warm caribou skins, and
dashed away with it to the shore
where Curran was waiting for him.
"I have it in mind that thou also
hast grudge against that woman"
said Scarface.
"She mocked me sorely when /
would have taken her to wife," re-
pied the agent. Here is thy liquor,
but if drop passes thy lips before
laying the child down in safe place
thou shalt never trade at this post
again."
A moment later Scarface pushed
his canoe in the water and was pad
ding uown the stream.
Curran teturned to the post, much
elated at his scheme.