The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-03
CHAPTER III.

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CHAPTER III.
The Eyes and Teeth of Sin Petail
Jensen held open the door, ant
man and dog came rushing in. II,
was little man, thin almost t
emaciation, and 2 face marked
with deep scars that gave him ar
appearance OF vicious ugliness
He darted toward the roaring
fire.
wall, wall. Thees ees one
dam biz, eh, my friends" he de-
clared. zone dam bliz'!" He, toe
appeared to emphasize the exple.
tive oddly.f But eet ees TAX
more dan dees bliz' to catch Sin
Petair, ell. my Baby?" And he
reached over to stroke the head
of the dog, half wolf, half collie,
that crouched beside him.
Eth, why don you speak, Ell,
WHAT" asked the man, turning
toward Jensen. you hear me
say thees ees one dam bliz', eh.
WHAT"
Jensen found himself greatly
perpleXed to decide which of these
two arrivals, the man or the
woman, was the real messenger
from the North alluded to in the
note.
AS the man and dog came into
the cabin, Jensen's attention had
been drawn away from the wom-
an; now he glanced covertly to-
ward where she sat at one side as
he answered the mans remark.
1T certainly is one dam bilz,
as you say, and you were indeed
fortunate to get here before it be-
came worse. | arrived before the
storm began myself, but this
young woman just beat it out in
time"
Jensen accented his expletive
as had the other two arrivals. He
was becoming certain that there
must be some hidden meaning in
that expression; the look of per-
plexity that overspread the young
woman's face as he emphasized it
confirmed Jensen's impression.
Eth, WHAT" questioned the
man who had called himself Saint
Peter, glancing up questionably.
'Thees young woman? Why don
you no tell Sin Petair there ees
ladies present, eh, what, my
Baby?"
The dog got up and began to
whine ENORMOUSLY.
VARY good, Baby" commend
ed Saint Peter whimsically.
'Vair-ey good eet ees wan young
lady with gol'en hair, you say in
dog language. You say she ees
dam beautiful, eh, WHAT"
Peter Saint arose from his
bench by the fire and began bust
ling about the room. He moved
quickly, but in rather a blunder-
ing way. the dog continually by
his side, her very nose seeming
to follow the mans hand wher-
ever it moved. Occasionally the
man would say:
wall, wall, where ees that
coffee can, wat, eh, my Baby?"
The great dog had been trained
to reach up, poke her damp nose
into some corner of a shelf and
finally tumble out the coffee can,
or whatever else it was her mas
ter asked of her. Seldom did she
make mistake.
Miss Kerrison continued to sit
in her dark corner with frowning
and perplexed brows. Twice Jen-
sen took occasion to make a
passing remark to Miss Kerrison
about the severity of the storm,
but she answered with monosyl-
tables.
Peter Saint, having finished his
preparations for cooking the sup
per, now gave his attention to
laying the board. The dog, pre-
ceding him by few steps, first
set eyes on the tiny bit of white
paper. With paws on the table
she began shifting at 1t:
| I'm, "Hdt ceS tHeeS, my bdDy!
called Peter Saint in astonish-
ment, picking up the paper at the
very first cry of the dog. "A
lettair?"
Jensen arose to recover his
note. took but a few steps, and
then stopped in amazement. Peter
Saint, instead of bringing the pa.
per to the freight and holding
it before his eyes to read, was
passing sensitive finger tips over
- the writing, meanwhile mutter.
ing the message softly to him.
self.
! For one puzzled instant Jensen
looked and listened, then he
grasped the man by the shoulder
whirled him about into the glare
from the fire, and gazed into the
mans face; the eyes turned vi
toward his were entirely filmed
over.
You are blind, Peter Saint
declared Jensen, angry that the
man should not have mentioned
1t. why didn't you tell me this
before?"
"Msieu make wan beeg mes
take" He put out his hand to.
ward the great dog that was
growing about Jensen's legs and
patted her fondly. "Thees ee,
my eyes, and bettair eyes car
nevair be for any man, Ell, my
Baby, WHAT"