Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1915-09-11

smile tnere are three anu lOui VIZ
kles at the corners Of your eyes. When
you laugh there are six. But can
not count them now.
II have never read books. do not
know how to read But -Four Eyes
taught me much. And IN his own eyes
have seen the trouble Of the hunger
for the world. He was often hungry
for the world. Is the world SO good
that you. too. are hungry for itf -Four
Eyes had nothing. But you have me-
She sighed and shook her head.
-Four Eyes died still hungry for the
world. And If yon lived here always
would you. too, die hungry for the
world? l am afraid do not know the
world. Do yon want to run away to
tue world?"
Smoke could not speak, but by his
mouth corner lines was she convinced
Minutes Of silence passed in which
she visibly struggled, while Smoke
cursed himself for the unguessed weak
ness that enabled him to speak the
truth about his hunger for the world
while it kept his lips tight on the truth
Of the existence of the other woman.
Again Labiskwee sighed.
VERY well. love you more than !
fear my fathers anger, and be Is more
terrible in anger than mountain
storm You told me what love is. This
is the test Of love. | shall help you to
run away back to the world"
Smoke awakened softly and without
movement. Warm, small fingers touch.
ed his cheek and slid gently to a pres.
sure on his lips. The one word
Come" was breathed in his ear. He
sat up carefully and listened. Close
at hand he could distinguish the light
regular breathing Of Sn1ss.
Labiskwee tugged gently at Smokes
sleeve and he knew she wished him
to follow. He took bis moccasins and
German socks In his hand and crept
out into the snow in his sleeping moe.
casins. Beyond the glow from the
dying embers Of the fire she indicated
to him to put On bis outer fOotgear,
and while he obeyed she went back un
der the fly where Snass slept
Feeling the hands Of his watch,
Smoke found it was in the morning
Lablskwee rejoined him and led him
on through the sleeping camp.
"Now we can talk she said when
the last fire had been left half a mile
behind.
In the starlight, facing him, Smoke
noted for the first time that her arms
were burdened, and on feeling, dis
covered she carried his snowshoes,
ride, two belts Of ammunition and his
sleeping robes.
II have everything dxed," she said.
with happy little laugh. 81 have
been two days making the cache.
There is meat, even flour, matches and
skis, which go best on the hard crust,
and. when they break through, the
webs will hold up longer Oh, / do
know snow traTel, and we shall go
fast, my lover"
Smoke checked bis speech, That she
had been arranging his escape was
surprise enough, but that she had plan,
ned to 20 with him was more than he
was prepared for. Unable to plan i'm
mediate action, he gently, one by one,
took her burdens from her. He put
his arms around her and pressed her
close, and still he could not think what
to do
God is good she whispered. "He
sent me lover
Yet Smoke was brave enough not to
suggest his going alone, And ere he
spoke he saw all his memory Of the
bright world reel and fade.
I'VE will 90 back, Labiskwee," he
said, "You will be my wife, and we
shall live always with the Caribou
people"
mo, no" And her body, in the cir
Gle OF his arm, resented his proposal
II know bavp thought mnch The
hunger for the world would come upon
YOU and in the long nights II would
devour your heart. -Four Eyes died OF
hunger for the world so would you
die. And / viii not have you die We
VIII 20 on ncruSs the snow mountains
on the south traverse"
Dear, listen, ne urged I'VE must
20 back"
She pressed her mitten against his
lips TO prevent further speech "You
love me. Say that you love me-"
u do love you labiskwce. You are
my wonderful sweetheart"
Again the mItten WIS u caressing ob
staclc to utterunce. 1--WE shall 20 on
TO the cachc" sho said with decision
III would be q great wrong to you to
90 back III am oply a wild girl, and
l am afraid Of the world, but l am
more afraid for YOU You see, It is as
you told me | love you more than
anybody else IN the world love you
more than myself The Indian mn-
gnage Is not % good language. The
English language Is not good Ian.
guage. The thoughts In my heart for
you, as bright and us mauy as the
StlllS-- there s ma language for them.
How can tell YOU theny They are
there sre,
As she ,po1c sm slipped the mllten
from his Wud tud thrust the haud In
side tie warmth NJ het parkn until II
rested ngiuSt hrr brNst Tightly aud
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