Evening star., 1919-04-06

zone! said Pierre. leveling his gun,
and Paul breathed with rhythmic
"TwoT cried Pierre. aiming at
Paurs head. but Paul did not stir
Three! yelled the madman, and
gathered his friend into his arms.
In that moment his full memory came
back to him. He wept over him.
Paul he cried. I have no heart to
XIII thee. Come Paul. and let us sup
night. Awake. Paul!
pierre stripped the gloves from
Paurs fingers. The hand was like hard
marble. He took Off his moccasins.
Paurs feet were as though carved
out of white stone.
"All night Pierre Sat by Paul. be-
tween two blazing fires. rubbing his
feet and hands with snow until at
length Paul groaned and opened his
eyes
"'C'est toi Pierre?' He murmured in
no surprise. 1t seemed the most nat
ural thing in the world that Pierre
should be there beside him.
"'Oui. mon ami wept Pierre. Paul,
hast thou food in thy cabin?'
Paul grumbled an assent and fell
asleep from weakness. Pierre raised
him In his arms and threw him across
his back. Paul lay there. his arms
dropping insensibly over the others
shoulders. And thus Pierre started on
his tramp to Paul's cabin.
1T was necessary to make haste. for
Pierre knew that Pauls lethargy
would pass into death unless he could
bring him swiftly to shelter and pour
hot tea down his throat. strip him and
rub his frozen limbs. At the end Of
each half hour he stopped for q
breathing space and propped Paul on
his feet and ShOok him
".Diable! Let me alone. Pierre!
Paul would groan, and as soon as
Pierre had raised him upon his back
again he would be asleep.
'"rhe trail seemed interminable. and
Paul was becoming more of burden.
one. Though the sweat poured down
Pierre's face. his feet had no sensa-
ton. But the hate which had uo-
borne him through more than half n
year had now become replaced by an
emotion stronger still Pierre must
save Paul and bring him to Lisette.
He thought Of her all through the day,
left st. Jean her face was clear in his
mind again. He would cure Paul and
presently they would go home togeth-
or and neither would make any men,
ton OF the past. Pierre would lead
Paul into the cottage and say. Here
is thy lover, LlSette! See, j have
brought him home to thee! Then he
would leave st. Jean forever. He had
his woods and Paul his love. The
tears streamed down Pierre's face.
pierre was very weary, but still he
struggled until at last the trail. open
ing into q wider passage, disclosed
Paul's shack among the trees. Beside it
a pony was tethered and cropping at the
moss beneath the snow within the ra.
dius of Its rope. This seemed strange
to Pierre that Paul should have
brought pony. But his mind worked
only toward one end. He hurried on
ward. There was blazing fire beside
the shack. Pierre wondered no longer.
Here he would put Paul down and
snatch moment of sleep; then he
would be up again working for Paul.
He must not let Paul die.
Then, as he drew very near, he
thought he saw Lisette Dussault
standing in the doorway. Her hair
was wet from melted snow. her eyes
stared into his with an aspect of ter
ror. as though he were phantom
from the grave. But Pierret knew that
this was only one more of The spec
ters that had troubled him. He car
rted Paul across tn" threshold. placed