The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-08-31
CHAPTER KIN.
The Rreak Of Storm.


We had no more pleasant weather
for days, the skies being overcast ant
the wind damp and chill II did moi
rain, nor were the waves dangerous
although choppy enough 10 make pad
ding tlresome and difficult.
A mist obscured the view and com
PEELED Us to cling close TO the shore
so as to prevent becoming lost in the
smother. and as we dare not venture
TO strike out boldly from point "a
point, we lost much time In creep.
ing along the curves.
The canoes kept closer together
never venturIng TO become separated
and the men stationed on watch In
the bows continually called to each
other across the tossing waters In
guidance. Even D'Artlgny kept with.
in sight and made camp with us at
night, although he made no effort to
seek me, nor did | once detect that he
even glanced In my direction. The
studied Indifference OF the man puz-
zled me more than Il angered. but
believed Il was his consciousness OF
! guilt rather than any dislike which
caused bis avoidance In way
reIolced at his following this course,
] as ! felt bound by my pledge to Cas-
sion. and had no desire to further
arouse the jealousy OF the latter yet
/ remained a woman, and consequent
| ly felt measure OF regret at being
thus neglected and ignored
bad no knowledge Of the date. nor
a very clear conception OF where we
were The night before we had camped
at the mouth OF a small stream, the
surrounding forest growing down close
to the shore, and so thick as to be
almost impenetrahle. The men had
set up my tent so close to the water
the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
and the fire about which the others
clustered Tor warmth was but few
yards distant
Wrapped In my blankets I saw
D'Artlgny emerge from the darkness
and approach Casslon, who drew a
map from his belt pocket and spread
u open on the ground In the glare OF
the fire. The two men bent over Il.
tracing the lines with finger tips, evil
IDENTITY determining their course for
the morrow. Then D'Artlgny made a
few notes on a scrap OF paper. arose
to his feet and disappeared.
They had scarcely exchanged
word, and the feeling OF enmlty be-
tween them was apparent. Casslon
sat quiet the map still open. and
stared after the younger man until he
vanished In the darkness. The look
upon his face was not a pleasant one
Impeled by a sudden impulse
arose to my feet, the blanket still
druped about my shoulders. and
crossed the open space to the fire
Cassion. hearing the sound OF my ap-
proach. glanced around, his frown
changing instantly into smile.
"Ah, quite an adventure this" he
said. adopting a tone Of pleasantly.
"The first time you have left your
tent, madameT
"'rhe FIRST time have felt desire to
do So I retorted. Il feel curiosity to
examine your map"
And waited Until was alone:
appreciate the compliment" and he
removed his hat In mock gallantry.
There was a time when you would
have come earlier"
"YOur sarcasm Is quite uncalled for.
You have my pledge relative to the
Sleur d'Artigny. monsieur which suf-
fees. II you do not care to give me
glimpse Of your map, will retire
again."
"Pouf! DO not be so easily pricked.
( spoke in Jest. Ay. look at the pa.
per but the tracing is so poor It's no
better than a guess where we are. Sit
YOU down, madame. so the fire gives
light, and will show you our posi-.
ton the best ! can"
did not D'Artlgny know?"
"He thinks he does. but his memory
Is not over clear, as he was only over
this course the once. 'Ts here he
has put the mark. while my guess
would be a few leagues beyond"
bent over. my eyes seeking the
points indicated. had seen the map
before, yet II told me little. Tor |
was unaccustomed to such study. and
the few points. and streams named
had no real meaning to my mind. The
only familiar term was Chicago FOR.
tage. and | pointed to It with my
fingers.
"Is It there we leave the lake. mon
sleurg"
"Ay; the rest will be river work.
You see this stream? 'Tls called the
Des Plaines. and leads into the mn.
nois D'Artlgny says It Is two miles
Inland. across a Cat country. Twas
Pere Marquette who passed this way
FIRST. but sluce then many have trav.
erscd It, 'Tis Ike to take US two days
TO make the portage"
And way up here Is Port dcs. Morris.
where we crossed the opening into
Green Bay, and we have come since
all this distance Surely It's not FAR
along the shore now to the portager' |
Mon dieu. who knows II looks
but a step on The map. yet It's not
likely the distance has ever been
measured"
"What said the sIeur d'Artigny?" |
Bah The sleur d'Artlgny; ever It !