Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-03-08

val, were already gone like the flame
OF blown candle. Clearly her heart
was a-fiutter, in fear of she knew not
what. When the Indian woman told
how she had first crossed the path OF
Macdonald, the color famed into the
cheeks of the Irish girl, but as the
story progressed, the blood ebbed
even from her lips.
With swift movement of her fin
gers she flashed on the hall light. Her
gaze searched the brown shiny face of
the little chap. She read there an af-
| fidavit of the truth of his mothers
tale. 1t was impossible to see him
and not recognize Colby Macdonald re-
| incarnated.
what is your name?" asked Sheba
suddenly.
The youngster hung back shyly
among the folds of the Indian woman's
skirt. "Colmac," he said at last softly.
Gomez" Sheba flung open the door
| of the living room and ushered them
! in.
Macdonald, pacing restlessly up and
down the room during her absence,
pulled up in his stride. He stood frown-
| ing at the native woman, then his eyes
passed to Elliot and fastened upon
| him. The face of the Scotsman was
grim as that of hanging judge.
Gordon started to explain, then
stopped With a shrug. What was the
use? The man would never believe
him in the world.
"Pll remember this" the Alaskan
promised his rival. There was a cold
glitter in his eyes, a sudden flare of
the devil that was blood-chilling.
"It's true, then" broke in Sheba.
you're a-squaw man. You belong
to this woman"
Nothing of the kind. That's been
ended for years"
"Ended?" Sheba drew Colmac for
ward by the wrist. "Do you deny that
this is your boy?
The big Alaskan brushed this aside
as of no moment. 81 dare say he is.
Anyhow, I'm paying for his keep. What
of it? That's all finished and done
with"
"How can it be done with when
when she's the mother of your child,
your wife before Godw Standing there
straight as an aspen, the beautiful
bosom rising and falling quickly while
the storm waves beat through her
blood, Sheba O'Neill had never made
more appeal to the strong, lawless
man who desired her for his wife.
"You don't understand" Macdon-
AIDS big fists were clenched so saw
agely that the knucklesz stood out
white from the brown tan of the flesh.
''This is a mans country. It's new
close to nature. What he wants he
takes-if he's strong enough. I'm ele-
mental. /"
"You wanted her-and you took her
Now you want me-and I suppose
you'll take me too" Her scornful
words had the sting of whiplash.
"Tve lived as all men live who have
red blood in them. This woman was
an incident. I've been aboveboard.
She can't say I ever promised more
than I've given. I've kept her and the
boy. It's been no secret. If you had
asked, would have told you the whole
story"
'Does that excuse you"
81 don't need any excuse. I'm a
man. That's excuse enough. The one
big fact you want to set your teeth into
now is that love you, that there isn't
another woman on Gods earth for me,
and that there never will be again"
Her eyes flashed battle. 1.-THE one
big fact I'm facing is that you have
insulted me-that you insult me again
when you mention love with that wom-
an and boy in the room. You belong
to them-go to them-and leave me
alone. I hate the sight of you. Why
don't you go-all of you-and leave
me in peacer
1t was a cry of bruised pride and
wounded love. Elliot touched the In
dian woman on the shoulder. Meteetse
turned stolidly and walked out of the
room, still leading Colmac by the hand.
The young man followed.
Macdonald closed the door behind
down the room. The fear was grow
ing on him that for all his great driv-
ing power he could not shake this
slim girl from the view to which she
chung. His relation with Meteetse
had been natural enough. He believed
that he had acted very honorably to
her. Many a man would have left
her in the lurch to take care of the
youngster by herself. But he had ac-
knowledged his obligation. He was
paying lis debt scrupulously, and be-
cause of it the story had risen to con-
front him. He felt that it was an IN
just blow Of fate.
He knew that he must justify him. |
self before Sheba or lose her. As he |
stood in the dusk so tall and rigid, he |
knew her heart was steel to him. Her |
finely chiseled face had the look of |
race. Never had the spell Of her been |
more upon him. He crushed back a
keen-edged desire to take her supple /
young body into his arms and kiss her
till the scarlet ran into her cheeks
like splashes of wine.