Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-06-12
CHAPTER XIII.
The Help of MademoiseIIe.

! TIC FlGip OF mdOSUtOaSCiS'
The sound of voice speaking, ap-
parently far off, was the first thing of
which l was dimly conscious. The
language was French, and, for what
seemed a long time, no word sounded
familiar. My mind was blank of any
distinct impression, although there ap-
peared to float before me, in recollec-
ton of some former existence, the
face of mademoiselle. Her wonderful
eyes were gravely smiling through a
strange mist that appeared to hide all
else in it's circling folds l could not
get away from their silent pleading,
their invitation. Then somehow that
speaking voice became hers, and l
picked out word here and there, de-
tached, meaningless, and yet recogniz-
able. / struggled to arouse myself to
her actual presence.
The struggle must have been ply
sical as well as mental, for / became
conscious of pain, a sharp pang shoot
, ing through my body, as if knife had
been twisted in deep wound The
agony brought me wide awake, my
eyes open, staring about, yet scarcely
realizing where dream and reality met.
Monsieur" the voice was a whis-
per at my ear; l could even feel her
soft breath on my cheek. My eyes in
stantly opened, and looked into her
face as she bent above me. do not
move, do not speak aloud-but listen,
knew you were not dead; found you
first and kept them away, but there is
no time now for me to explain. Are
you badly hurt?"
II cannot tell, mademoiselle-th
heavy bodies will not let me move"
She glanced about swiftly, as If in
fear of being seen; then released my
limbs, dragging the two dead Indians
aside. felt cramped, lifeless below
the waist, yet as the blood began to
circulate l knew there was no serious
injury. She stared into my face as
worked the numbed muscles, and her
eyes told me that she was frightened.
I'VE are alone here?"
Yes, for the. moment breathlessly
1T is your only chance; l have prayed
and schemed to get to you. We mustn't
lose an instant. Can you move, mon.
sieur? Can you even crawl a dozen
feet?"
'Where-where do you want me to
go?" asked family, inspired to ef-
fort by the firm, eager grip of her
hand. Tell me; III try"
''There-just to the left of the fire.
place 1t is the one chance, monsieur
They will be back, those fiends, they
will burn the cabin. Mon Dieu! Try.
Try!"
l got to my knees once more, the
plea of her voice yielding strength and
determination. At whatever cost ]
would make an effort to please her
With teeth clinched tight, fixed nv
eyes on the spot indicated and started
Terrible was the efforti
But l made it inch by inch. shall
never know how the deed was accom-
plished--only that she helped, and
fought on. l had to; she asked me;
there were tears in her eyes. No mat
ter if it did hurt, if i was blind, if
reeled on hands and knees like mar
| drunk-I must go there. I had moi
the faintest thought of why she urged
me on, of what hope animated her
And when finally gave out, helpless
to advance another inch, my face came
down hard on a slab of stone beside
| the chimney. She uttered low sob o.
| despair and left me an instant.
Il am SO sorry, monsieur" she
faltered. But you must hold out-yor
| must!"
rs it any farther? What do yor
| want me to do?"
mo, no-only you will neet