Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-01-24
CHAPTER XIN--(Continued)

o,,t hetveen two rocks for his bed. lie
law down and pulled Pierre's blanket
over him, but his fatigue and MS ue'
sire for sleep seemed to have left him.
and II was a long time before siutnpei
Nnollv drove from him the thought OF
what he had done. After that ne d'u
not move. He heard none of the
sounds Of the night. A little OWL the
ao,,,.vi,ch. screamed horribly over
head and awakened Jeanne VINO S''
IN for a few moments in her po's,'''
he'd. white.faced and shiVerlns' pu'
ph;,in silent. Long afterward SOME
thing warm awakened him. anu no
onened his eyes, thinking that IL was
the glow of the fire in his lace
was the sun. He heard SUM-
,,bich brought him quickly into co'''
sciousness OF day 1t was 'eai'''e
singing softly over beyond the roeN''
He had dreaded the coming OF MORN
ing, when he would nave "
Jeanne. His guilt hung heavily upon
him But the sound of her voice. ~"
ord sweet filled with the caro'lns
banpiness of a bird, brought glau
sr,,Ie IN his lips. After all, Jeanne
had understood him. She had lorsNe"
him If she had not forgotten.
For the first time he noticed u.e
height of the sun, and ne sat oo'
unrirbt. Jeanne saw his head anu
shoulders non over the top OF '''e
rocks. and she laughed at nm HUM
their stone table.
eve been keeping breakfast lor
more than an hour, M'sieur fi'ilP,
che cried Hurry down to the Green
and wash yourself. or l shall cat III
alone"
pb,,ip rose stupidity and looked al
his watch. or-.
Eight o'clock" he gasped we
. a,,,,,d have been ten miles on the way
by this time. ,,,,,
Jeanne was still laughing at MIN
Iike sunlight she dispelled his gloom
of the night before. \ glance aroui'u
,be caup showed him that she must
have been awake for at least wv
hours. The packs were ME" anu
strained. The silken tent was gov"
and folded. She had gathered wood
bu;1t the fire, and cooked brcaklas'
while he slept. And now she STOOD
dozen PAGES frorh him, blushing little
at his amazed stare. waiting Tor MN
ITS deuced good of YOU MISS
Jeaune," he exclaimed. Il don't ue'
serve such kindness from you
"Oh," said Jeanne, and that was all
sbe hcnt over the fire. and Philip went
TO the creek.
He WAS determined now to MAINTAIN
a more certain hold upon himseh' As
he doused his face in the cold water
hi, rssolltions formed themselves for
IN. noxt few days he would forget
.verything but the one fact 'ha'
Jeanne was in his care; he would ho'
hurt her again or compel nor con-
tidenCe.
II was after nine o'clock before they
uero unon the river. They padded
without a rest until twelve. Att'r
lunch Philip contiscated JeanneS ) pau
dle and made her sit facing him in the
canoe.
The afternoon passed like a dream
IN Philip. He did not refer again 70
Fort o. God or the people there' ne
did NOT speak again of Eileen Brokaw'
of Lord Fitzhugh, or of Pierre lie
,arked of himself and of those things
which had once been his life. lie 'old
of his mother and his father, who mad
died, and Of the little sister whom ne
had worshiped, but who had gone win
tho others, He barred his loneliness
10 her as he would have told them 70
the sister, had she lived, and Jeanne 5
soft blue eyes were filed with tehdeI-
ness and sympathy. And then ne
talked of Gregson's world Nlthlh
himself he called it no longer his own
II was Jeanne who questioned now
She asked about cities and great
people, about books and women. Ier
knowledge amazed Philip. She might
have visited the Louvre. One would
have guessed that she had walked IN
the streets Of Paris, Berlin and Lon
don. She spoke Of Johnson, Of DICK
ens and of Bal2ac as though they
had died but YESTERDAY. She was IKE
one who had been everywhere ana
vet saw everything through veil that
bewildered her. In her simplicity she
unfolded herself to Philip, leaf by lear
petal by petal, like the morning aplos
that surrenders its mysteries 10 the
SIM. She knew the world which ne
had come from, its people, its cities
its greatness; and yet her knowledge
,,ss ike that of the blind. She knew,
h,it she had never seen; and in her
u,istflIness to see, as he could see,
there were "A sweetness and pathos
which made every fiber in his body
sing with a quiet and thrilling joy.
lIa knew. now, that the man who was
at Fort o. God mus, indeed, ne the
most wonderful man in the world, For
ont of a child of the SHOWS Of the
,orest of a savage desolation, he had
made Jeanne. And Jeanne was glori'
Gus!
THE afternoon passed, and they
made thirty miles before they camped
for the night They travelled the next
day. and the one that followed. ON
The afternoon of the fourth they were
,oproaching Big Thunder Rapids,
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