Jackson County journal., 1919-08-29
CHAPTER VIII.
Dreams of the Night.

Jacqueline and I were together, the
only human beings within a score of
miles. We were seated side by side
in the sleigh at which the dogs pulled
steadily.
The mystery of Jacqueline's rescue
by Captain Dubois had been simple
one. The young man with the mus
tache was q certain Philippe Lacroix,
well known to Dubois, a member of q
good family but of dissolute habits
Just such one as LerouX found it
convenient to attach to his political
fortunes by timely financial aid.
There was no doubt that he had
been in New York with Leroux, and
that they had hatched the plot to kid
nap Jacquelne after had been struck
down.
Fortunately for us, Lacroix, igno-
rant, as was Leroux himself, that the
two ships had exchanged roles and du-
ties, took Jacqueline aboard the
Sainte-Vierge, where Captain Dubois,
who was watching in anticipation Of
just such a scheme, seized him and
marched him at pistol point to the
house on Paul street, in which Lacroix
was kept prisoner by friends of Du-
ois until the Sainte-Nierge had sailed
Dubois left us at st. Boniface with
final caution against LerOux, and
proceeded along the shore with his
bags of mail; but first he had a salts
factory conversation with NJ. DantOn
concerning us.
Danton, who Of course knew Jacque-
line, took the opportunity of assuring
me that her father, though recluse
and a misanthrope who had not left
his seigniory for forty years, was said
to be man of heart and would un-
doubtedly forgive us. He was clearly
under the impression that we were
married, and since Dubois had not en-
lightened him on this point l did not
do So
M. DantOn had his sleigh and eight
fine-looking dogs ready for us. l pur
chased these outright in order to carry
no hostages. We took with us severa
days supply of food, a little tent
sleeping bags and frozen fish for tht
animals.
1t was strange situation. It Nigh
easily have become an impossible one
But it was sacred comradeship, refnet
above the love of friend for friend, o
lover for lover, by her faith, her help
lessness and need.
i think that she liked best to sit be
in c1o M
against my shoulder, her physica
weariness the reflection of her spirit
ual unrest She did not want to thinl
and she wanted me to shield her.
But even in this solitude fear drov
me on, for l knew that relentles
enemy followed hard after us, camI
ing where we had camped and readin
the miles between us by the smolde
ing ashes Of our old fires.
AT nightfall 1 would pitch the ter
for Jacqueline and place her sleepir
bag within, and while she slept l wou
lie by the huge fire near the dogs, ar
we kept watch over her together
SO passed three days and nights.
The fourth short day drew towal
Its end a little after four o'clock.
remember that we camped late, f
the sun had already dipped to the lev
horizon and was casting black, mil
long shadows across the snow
l hammered in the pegs and built
fre with dry boughs, collecting a qua
tity of wood sufficient to last un
morning. Then Jacqueline made t
and we ate our supper and crept in
our sleeping bags and lay down.
L could not still my mind. The l
certainty ahead of us, the knowled
or Leroux behind tried me sorely, a
only Jacqueline's need sustained
courage.
AS was on the point of droppi
asleep / heard lone wolf howl fir
arar. and instantly the pack took
the cry. One Of the dogs, q gre