Charlevoix county herald., 1915-08-07

of the woods.
"Tired ?" she queried as she stopped
upon a knoll in an open space. She
smiled as she spoke showing set
of teeth as perfect and as white as
her brothers.
81 am a little tagged" he acknow-
lodged sitting on a fallen log beside
her. "Are you not worn out ?"
"Mew there was surprise in her
voice. ooh, no, l am used to it. l
very often go much farther and
faster"
"You do"
"Yes," she answered somewhat
coldly. pierre may tell you. Come,
if you are rested"
He would much rather have sat still
and talked to her, but she rose as she
spoke, and they continued on into the
deepening shadows. 1t was now
almost night in the open, and was
growing very dark in the brush.
(Which way are we going?" he haz-
arded at length.
Hush! we are too close to the
road to talk. Wait until later"
There was no installing the warm
ing tone of voice and they continued
in silence.
The underbrush was giving way to
taller timber. The trees were fur
Their apart and through them ahead,
he could see the glimmer of light.
1t was above them, and she explained
in whisper that it was the end Of
their journey; cabin set on ledge
on the hillside above Swail Creek.
Darlington found himself stumbl-
ing awkwardly in the darkness. With
a laugh that sent the hot blood to his
face in modification, jeanette reached
out her hand and grasped his. In this
manner they threaded their way along
the creek bottom and up the hill to
the cabin. A light knock, twice re-
peated, caused Pierre to throw open
the door. Almost blinded by the sud-
den light Darlington f1oundered into
the room the door being quickly shut
behind him, and a curtain of rag car
pet dropped over the window to shut
out the light that had been their
beacon.
jeanette threw herself into a chair
and removed the fur cap, releasing a
mass of rebellious, curly dark brown
hair. Her dark eyes alive with in
telligence and determination glistened
and her trim figure made pleasing
picture in the fire light.
Throwing his own sealskin head
covering upon the table, Darlington
ran his fingers through his thick wavy
hair which fell into place revealing
his high, broad forehead.
"For one who up to few days ago
was quiet, peaceful representative
of the United States, an almost use
less appendage to the government,
seemed to have plunged into the
thickest mess the middle ages could
have cooked up, or Stanley Weyman
concocted." Darlington laughed as
he spoke. Il believe am indebted to
you for valuable tip as to the plans
of my enemies, but i would like to
know where you come in, and your
reason for plotting me here instead
of counseling me to go back to Wal
tonville."
Having transferred his revolver to
his outside coat pocket while coming
through the brush, Darlington had it
handy for use if it was needed, but
the presence of the young girl made
him almost ashamed of the doubt of
Langlois's good faith. Had he in
tended treachery it was easy for him
to have acted while the consul was
asleep in the shack. He was forced
to believe that for some reason of his
own or on Nolan's account, the
French Canadian, and evidently part
Indian, had befriended him.
your question is natural one"
the deputy smiled grimly, land it is
easily answered. 81 hate Fred Quigs-
ley"
"Stick you on a mining PROPOSE
tom" inquired the consul. 'He is
long on tricks of that kind"
Worse than that, robbed me of
one, and broke the heart of the only
woman on earth ever thought any
thing of outside of my sister. Be-
Sides" he added, although l am sup
posed to yell God Save the Kingw
| have no love for England, and still
less for Japan that is now trying to
make the subjects of His Majesty,
Edward VII pull her chestnuts out
Of the fire. / might as well go fur
Their with you Darlington" Pierre's
dark eyes glowed in the dancing fire |
light. GAS we are destined to work |
for a while YOU are entitled |