Evening star., 1919-04-06

believed then that his vision in Paul's
cottage was an hallucination.
Days ran into weeks and nothing
was heard Of Pierre. When April
came everybody believed that he had
met his death IN the forests. Lisette
Dussault alone hoped; all that summer
she bore up against despair. Pierre
Will return she said. Should I not
know it ii he We're dead" What
could I say? To speak of his return
would have been but to increase her
sorrow, and felt that If Pierre had
lived he would have come to his
senses. l did not understand then,
monsieur, that the bitterness of love
turned to hatred Will sustain a man
through, months OF anguish until he
has requited his friend whom he be-
lieved false. l would have sought
him. bat there was nowhere to 60.
Three hundred miles Of forest We're
Pierre's hunting grounds. and here
and there were the little huts which
he had built. known only to himself.
Even IL one came upon. one, Pierre
would not be there
IF ! had only told him of Paurs
marriage! l had reserved that news.
that he might learn Of 1t from his
friends lips. That would have
brought him back. II only to learn
the truth. which. to me. was evident.
for the tender attachment between
Paul and his wife had long ago con-
vinced me that Pierres vision was
false.
Now I turn to Pierre for the mo-
ment. In the first frenzy of his anger
he had run far into the woods so
far that. before he paused to think,
he was as near his first cabin. fifty
miles away. as st. Jean. 1t was freez-
In, 1,ar pvA l., txn a 1tao
with hin--not even matches; only
his snowshoes to help him. which.
like a good woodsman. he had un-
consciously put on his feet again
after he saw l.isette through the win
dow of the cottage. All night he
until his feet were insensihle and his
head swan from the cold and hum
ger. But as often as he would have
fallen beside the trail the memory
OF his wrong revived him. Thus at
length. half conscious and stagger-
ing as he strobe, he came to his first
cabin.
"Now. all Pierre's emotions concen-
trated themselves into hatred Of Paul.
He meant to kill him, and yet he
would not enter st. Jean again. be-
cause he knew that the memories
there renewed would burst his heart
and Illustrate his vengeance. So all
ests. living on caribou meat. until he
had become wilder than the Indians.
think his brain was turned mon
sieur from grief and loneliness, for
Pierre rememb bered little of this time
afterward. 1t was not until the first
snow fell that the man awakened
from his dream. He stopped and felt
the powdery flakes and rubbed them
between his fingers. With that the
devil that had brooded in his heart
80 long took concrete form. and the
form was that Of Paul.
long before summer came Lisette
had given up all hope of Pierre. And
with the ending of hope came the
more vivid remembrance of their
love. She had loved Pierre for years.
and he her hut Pierre was stupid
and could not discover what Lisette
was too shv to make plain. But at
last. Just before he started for tho
north. when he said goodbye to her.
he had taken her In his arms and
kissed her. Only once they had
kissed for all those years Of love.
paul. mon amt said Lisette one
day before Paul started upon his
journey, wilt thou pass by any OF
Pierre's cabins on thy way"
"Aasure,lly,' said Paul. IT is bui n