Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-08-22

Juliet dcIoSS Ine tossing waters IN
guidance. Even D'Artigny 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 it angered, but l
believed it was his consciousness of
guilt, rather than any dislike which
caused his avoidance. In a way l
rejoiced at mis- 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
l remained woman, and consequent
ly felt a measure of regret at being
thus neglected and ignored
had 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 impenetrable. 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 for warmth was but a few
yards distant
Wrapped in my blankets l saw
D'Artigny emerge from the darkness
and approach Cassion. who drew a
| map from his belt pocket and spread
| it open on the ground in the glare Of
the fire. The two men bent over it.
tracing the lines with finger tips, evil
IDENTITY determining their course for
the morrow. Then D'Artigny made a
few notes on scrap of paper. arose
to his feet and disappeared.
They had scarcely exchanged a
word, and the feeling of enmity be-
tween them was apparent. Cassion
sat quiet, the map still open, and
vanished in the darkness. The look
upon his face was not pleasant one.
| Impelled by a sudden impulse |
arose to my feet, the blanket still
draped 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 a smile.
"Ah, quite an adventure this" he
said. adopting a tone of pleasantly.
1.-THE first time you have left your
tent, madame"
1.-THE first time 1 have felt desire to
! do So" | retorted. 81 feel curiosity to
examine your map
"And waited until l 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
Sieur d'Artigny, monsieur, which suf-
fees. If you do not care to give me
glimpse of your map. 1 will retire
again."
'Pouf! do not be so easily pricked.
I spoke in jest. Ay, look at the pa
per, but the tracing is so poor it's no
better than guess where we are. Sit
you down, madame, so the fire gives
light, and l will show you our posi-
ton the best 1 can"
did not D'Artigny know?"
"He thinks he does, but his memory
is not over clear, as he was only over
this course the once. IT'S here he
has put the mark, while my guess
would be a few leagues beyond"
1 bent over, my eyes seeking the
| I45 4,
before, yet it told me little. for l
was unaccusIomed to such study, and
the few points, and streams named
had no real meaning to my mind. The
only familiar term was Chicago Por-
tage, and l pointed to it with my
fingers.
SIS it there we leave the lake. mon
sieur?"
LAY; the rest will be river work.
You see this stream? IT'S called the
Des PLANES, and leads into the Illi-
nois. D'Artigny says it is two miles
inland, across a fat country. Twas
Pere Marquette who passed this way
first, but since then many have trav-
ersed it. IT'S like to take US two days
to make the portage"
"And way up here is Port des 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 portageY ~
Mon dieu, who knowsI 1t looks
but step on the map. yet it's not
likely the distance has ever been
| measured"
what said the Sieur d'Artigny ?''
bah! the Sieur d'Artigny; ever it
is the Sieur d'Artigny. IT'S little he
knows about it. in my judgment. He
would have it thirty leagues yet. but
l make it we are ten leagues to the
south of. where he puts US. What, are
you going already? Faith, l had hopes
you might tarry here while yet, and
hold converse with me-" o
l paused, in no way tempted. yet
uncertain.
"You had some word you wished to
say, monsieur"
There are words enough if you
would listen"
"'Tis no fault of yours If do not.
But not now, monsieur. 1t is late and
cold. We take the boats early and l
| would rest while l can"
He was on his feet, the map gripped
in his hand, but made no effort to
stop me, as 1 dropped him curtsy,
and retreated. But he was there still
when l glanced back from out the
safety of the tent, his forehead creased
by a frown. When he finally turned
away the map was crushed shapeless
in his fingers.
The morning dawned somewhat
warmer, but with every promise of a
storm. threatening clouds hanging
above the water, sullen and menacing.
their edges tipped with lightning. The
roar of distant thunder came to our