Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1919-01-30
ence OF these simple, kindly neighbors,
If she offered to supply a four-horse
team and wagon for their mutual use2

ence OF these simple, kindly neighbors,
If she offered to supply a four-horse
team and wagon for their mutual use?
But she had been forestalled there, she
learned in the next breath.
"Oh, bother nothing" Mrs. Lauer de-
clared. "'Why, we'd be ashamed If we
couldn't help a little. And fairs the
load goes, you ought to see the four
beautiful horses your husband let
Jake have. You don't know how much
Jake appreciates it, nor what a fine
man he thinks your husband it. We
needed horses so bad, and didn't have
the money to buy. So Mr.. Wagstaff
didn't say a thing but got the team for
us, and Jake's paying for them in
clearing and blowing and making i'm
provements on your land. Honest,
they could pull twice the load Well
have. There's a good wagon road
most Of the way now. Quite a lot of
settlers, too, as much as fifty or sixty
miles out. And we've got the finest
garden you eve saw. Vegetables
enough to feed four families oil win
ter. Oh, your old cities! I never want
to live 10 n again. Never a day have
the kiddies been sick. Suppose it is a
bit out of the world? You're all the
more pleased when somebody does
happen along. Folks Is so different in
a new country like this. There's plen.
ty for everybody-and everybody
helps, like neighbors ought to-"
Lauer came up after a time, and
Hazel found herself u%nequlvocally in
their hands. With the matter of trans
porting herself and supplies thus
solved, she set out to find Felix Cour-
vOiseur-whO would know how to get
word to Bill. He might come back to
the cabin in a month or so; he might
not come back at all unless he heard
from her. She was smitten with a
great fear that he might give her up
as lost to him, and plunge deeper into
the wilderness in some mood Of reck-
lessness. And she wanted him, longed
for him, if only so that she could make
amends.
She easi4y0found Courvoiseur, a tall
sIare Frenchman, past middle age.
Yes, he could deliver a message to Bill
Wagst;ff; that is, he could send a
man. Bill NHS.taff was in the Klap-
pan range.
"But if he should have left there?"
Hazel suggested uneasily.
"'E weel leave weeth W'itey Lewees
word Of Were e 60" Courvoiseur reas-
sured her. can my man, witch ees
my bruzzer-law, witch I can mos fully
trus', e weel follow 'eem. So Beele
ees arrange. e ees say mos partee-
cular If madame ees come or Weesh
for forward message, geet heem to me
queeck. Out. Long tam Beel ees
know me. 1 I'm for depend always"
Courvolseur kept a traders stock Of
goods in a weather-beaten old log
house which sprawled a hundred feet
back from the street. Thirty years,
he told her, he had kept that store in
Fort George. She guessed that Bill
had selected him because he was a
fixture.
She sat down at his counter and
wrote her message. Just a few terse
lines. And when she had delivered it
to Courvoiseur she went back to the
hotel. There was nothing now to do
but wait. And with the message I'M
der way she found herself impatient
to reach the cabin, to spend the wait
ing days where she had first found
happiness. She could set her house in
order against her mans. Corning. And