The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1915-05-15

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Il was % cold that the catchnp
IN n the CELLAR Of tho Alden fasmr
house were popping IKE champagne
| oorks.
For Ill that, Roger Blaine was pre-
pairing to 60 forth and brave the
chilly blasts. sixty miles on horseback
and through = barren and uninhab1ted
I0istfict Lov61fhr6lied him. hcwetsrs'
deep ana sincere, and that impetus
kept his spirits far above freezing
point
Bound to 80. are your" demanded
| yhrmef Alden, and Roger glanced
With soft admiring eye It Gladys
his daughter. and answered Careless-
~:
.Just Z little exercise for my horse.
II expect to make It and return In
three days"
Il wish could dissuade you," here
| spoke Gladys. concerned and tremu-
| lous. PLEASE do not risk 1t, Mr..
Blaine!"
"But what about those saddle bags,
Miss Alden?" proposed Roger.
"Oh, they will be safe, II they were
| ever safe, week from now. Then
1.-THE weather will let mp and It will
not be 90 dangerous"
"You don't know the average In
diam" declared Roger. shaking his
head sapiently. "This fellow, Vaka,
who brought back your horse. said
he had left the saddle In his home
dugout. Perhaps. and perhaps not.
Even II so, his wife. his children, his
neighbors may take occasion to rifie
It. vaka has promised every day for
. week that he would 60 after them"
(which he won't do until the last
cent Of that hundred dollars is squan-
dered," predicted Mr.. Alden
II was Gladys who accompanied
Roger to the door and stood there
while he mounted his horse. She.
too, stood at the window looking
after him till he was. out Of sight.
Was he mistaken, or did she really
lift her hands to her lips, as II send
ing after him good luck kiss?
Roger loved Gladys Alden. She had
many suitors and he was not entirely
sure of his ground. Since he had an
nounced hiS present journey. however.
Roger had fancied new depth Of ex'
| preston to her sweet eyes.
II seemed that q month before,
while out for q gallop. Gladys had
left her favorite horse beside the trail
to gather some wild flowers. When
she returned he was gone. Wandered
on or stolen, nothing was heard Of
the missing steed until about three
weeks later. A reward Of one hum
dred dollars had been offered for the
return of the horse. vaka had ap-
peared but bareback. He had FOR.
gotten the saddle. he said. In one
OF its pockets Gladys had placed .
small hand bag. It contained some
valued trinkets, once belonging to her
dead mother. She had mourned their
loss. Hence the chiyalric foray Of
Roger. looking to their restitution.
Roger found his calculation as to
speedy journey at fault. The trail
was forty inches under snow, the r.
vines clogged. the horse worn out
before half the journey was accom-
plished. On the evening of the sec
ond day, however. he arrived weary
and half frozen at the wretched dug
out that vaka called home. His
squaw with Der i've children greeted
him. Roger made out that he was
at the right place. but the Indian
woman could not speak English. She
made q motion as II intent on going
for q neighbor to act as interpreter.
About to depart, her eyes glittered.
her breath came rapidly. she stared
hard at the lesgings which Roger
wore. Then. q lowering expression
on her dusky face. she left the hut.
Roger Mas so exhausted that he
threw himself on pile OF skins to
recuperate while the woman was
away. Before he realized It drowsi-
ness overcame him. He was aroused
by finding himself bounced upon Wig
orously. The squaw had lurked out
side the hut, had stealthily returned.
had bound him hand and foot.
"You kill vaka!" she shrieked
frenzied. and she pointed at the leg
gings and poised a knife ready b.
plunge It into his vitals.
mo! mol" asserted Roger strenu-
ously, comprehending her dark sus-
picions-"alive! Pocket-pocket!"
The squaw half understood him.
She CROPPED past his helpless hands
and drew from his breast pocket q
wallet. She scanned its contents.
Then, snatching from among the pa
pers It contained the photograph Of
vaka. she stood regarding 1t with
distended eyes.
II kill hertz she screamed in wild
frenzy. drawing the knife in her hand
through the smiling face Of the WON
An in the picture.
The determined squaw was the
companion Of Roger. mounted on her
| Indian pony. back to the town. She
had located the missing saddle among
some trappings and the little hand
bag had IT. original contents intact.
The gratitude expressed II tie eyes
Of Gladys was luficient reward for
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