, 1917-02-15

o~"llHlunu, the barking of the manpv
indian dogs-an unmistakable restless
ness in the whole camp.
There fell on her ear the faint
sound of drums-distant, measured
unlike the irregular beating of the
ufuihs of the savage. Nearer and
nearer 1t came, steady, unmistakable ;
ana then, her heart at first refusing
10 believe her ears, the shrilI and
reckless music of the flies! She be
gan to thrill with hope in every
nerve; and with an inarticulate sob of
JOY she rose to her knees. The In
dlan and the renegade looked IN
sharply as she started up; and with
a cruelty that stunned her. Girty
laughed in her face.
ne he he!" Tibet hain't any
friends o. yourn, my dear! It's n
company % Proctor's Redcoats from
Maldcn-they1l make ye a fine BODY
guard to take We 'crost to Candy.
He, he, he! Ye thought twas some o.
the boys from Corydon! It's a shame
t disappoint ye so. But if We don't
wish fur t go weth the kings sogers.
ye're not obfecged to. Why don't ye
so weth Simon Girty, instead?'
She shrank away from his filthy
han in ~unutterable loathing and
threw herself face downward in a par
oxysm of weeping. The music of the
drums and flies had ceased. Outside,
the camp buzzed with activity. The
Prophet bent the red cup of his eye
less socket over a lapful of grotesque
amulets, muttering nominations to
himself.
Girty passed his hand soothingly
over the trembling shoulders of the
girl, and patted the tangled, sllken
cloud of her hair.
Il KANT blame We, my dear, fur not
takin' II likin' to sech a ugly ole crit
ter as L be, but I've he'd n hard life,
my dear, n hard life. 1 been ornery
I'll grant ye, l been Ornery, but l been
Obleeged to be. They's a lot o. pesky
mean men in this world, my dear, an
I've he'd to fight hard agin 'em. I've
been waitin' fur a likely young gal
like you so es l kin go into the settle
@ on the Canady side and live
quiet, like a king. I'm askin' We quiet
to go with me, We see?"
Toinette only sObbed.
"Ain't tibet fair, es l put it to We?
What kin be fairer nor tibet? 1 kin
see tibet es pretty es a picter-me an
you a-settin' in front of the fire, me
a-readin' in the Book about the bles-
sed Lamb o. God. Oh, We may know
7 ,,,- nc GOOD ~ =, on 800, ,-I.... 7
was n leetle devil. 1 he'd u good old
motherl"
Toinette wondered to hear him name
his mother. She made no reply, and
no suddenly burst in a string of the
foulest oaths, cursing and blasphem-
ing. But he offered her no violence.
He still hoped to find some officer in
Maiden who would pay a rich price
for her. And such Il purchaser would
demand her physically sound. For
this he had seer to it that no war
rior had harmed her; and he meant
to claim his money in the end.
The drums had begun again, loud,
defiant but instead of drawing nearer
their music passed farther and farther
away, fainter and fainter. Elkska-
tawa stole cautiously from the tent.
Suddenly there swept over
the realization that Girty had lied
the flies were playing an air that red
coats never marched tO-the stirring
swing of 1.-THE Presidents March! "
She leaped to her feet, her eyes blaz-
ing. Fainter and fainter came the air
to which she unconsciously fitted the
triumphant words:
who fought n bled in Freedoms
cause.
And when the storm of war was past
"Listenl" she cried. "'Tis the men
from homel" She faced Girty, and
all her days of dread, all her hours of
suffering were forgotten. 81 have
prayed to God and he has answered
mel"
For a moment Girty was silent be-
fore the white radiance of her faith;
but he threw off his hesitancy with
a sneering laugh.
"a pretty lot of good thet handful
o. sheen kin do" he snarled. by sun
down tomorry Wen bring We ever II
of their wet skelps fur We to play
weth." He stepped hastily outdoors
and assuring himself that the troops
had defled from view, he returned
and, seizlng TOinette's arm, dragged
her roughly from the tent. As she
passed out into the raw November
wind, Tolnette shivered.
aye kin see fer yerself they haln't
any on yer precious sogers brave
enough ter fight u papoose, let alone
all these braves" he said tauntingly.
The Innumcrable warriors of the
Prophet, hideous in war-paint' stalk
ing to and fro among the tents OF the
.A.u.ntnnnnna of thn rnnIlOnS