The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-08-10
CHAPTER TX.
We Attain tho Ottawa.

~ was not yet dawn when the sur
in the camp aroused me, and the sun
had not risen above the bluffs, or be-
gun to tlnge the river. when our laden
canoes left the bank aud commenced
their days Journey up stream. DAT
tigny was on In advance, departing In
deed before | had left the tent, the
chief seated beside him. caught but
a glimpse Of them as the canoe round
ed the bend I'm the bank. and slipped
silently away through the lingering
shadows, yet II gladdened me to know
his eyes were turned toward my tent
until they vanished,
A new distribution had been ar
ranged, Chevet accompanying the ser.
geant, leaving the cOmmissalre and
me alone, except for the pere, who had
position In the bow. | observed this
new arrangement from underneath
lowered lashes. but without comment,
quietly taking the place assigned me-
and shading my face from the first
rays OF the sun.
At noon we landed in a sheltered
cove, brilliant with wild Covers. and
partook OF food, the rearward canoes
Joining us, but D'Artlgny was still
ahead, perhaps under orders TO keep
away. To escape Casslon | clambered
mp the front OF the cliff. and had view
from the summit, marking the sweep
Of the river for many league. a
scene Of wild beauty never to be for
gotten ! fingered there at the edge
until the voice OF the commissaire re-
called me TO my place In the canoe.
II Is OF no consequence now what
we conversed about during that long
afternoon, as we pushed steadily on
against the current. Casslon en-
deavored TO be entertaining and |
made every effort 10 encourage him,
although my secret thoughts were not
pleasant ones. He had set out to over
come my scruples 10 conquer my will,
and was merely bidlng his time, seek
ing TO learn the best point Of attack.
II was with this end In view that he
kept me TO himself. banlshing Chevet,
and compelling D'Artlgny to remain
well In advance. He was testing me
now by his tales Of Quebec, his boast
ing OF friendship with the governor,
his stories OF army adventure. and
the wealth he expected TO amass
through his official connections. Yet
the very tone he assumed. the conceit
shown In his narratives. only served
to add to my dislike. This creature
was my husband. yet 1 shrunk from
him, and once, when he dared TO touch
my hand. ! drew Il away as though
lt were contamination. It was then
that hot anger leaped into his eyes,
and his true nature found expression
before he could restrain the words;
Mon dieu! What do you mean, you
chltY
only that / am not won by a few
soft words, monsieur" answered
coldly.
But you are my wife; twill be
well for you TO remember that"
Nor am l likely to forget, yet be
cause a priest has mumbled words
over us does not make me love you"
"Sacre" he burst forth, yet careful
to keep his voice pitched TO my ears
alone, you think me a plaything, but
you shall learn yet that have claws.
Bah! do you imagine fear the cox
comb aheadT
ITO whom do you refer monsieur?'
"Such innocencel TO that bootlicker
OF La Sales to whom you give your
smiles and pretty words"
Rene d'Artigny" I exclaimed pleas
antly, and then laughed. why how
ridiculous you are, monsieur. Better
be Jealous OF Pere Allouez yonder. for