The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-12-15
How the Trapper
Won His Bride \
By FREDERICK CLARKE.

By FREDERICK CLARKE.
&C. 1921. Western Newspaper Union.)
"WiIl you remember me when I am
gone, Leona2 Tell me !" The tone was
masterful.
Perhaps"
The man gave q sharp exclamation,
and catching the girl by the wrist he
said sternly:
Don't speak that way. When you
do it cuts like a knife" and his other
hand fell half-unconsciously upon the
htlt Of the hunting knife in his belt.
"How dare you? You know, Jean
Lemare, / have never told any man
that I love him." b.
ACTIONS speak louder than Words"
the man returned coldly. Those
glorious eyes of yours say yes, when
your lips form no. You have listened
to my words Of love and never turned
away"
"They interested me as long as they
were different" the girl returned, mad
deningly.
"When you have something new to
say, expect me to remember you; but
until then I do not care to ever listen"
and the trapper was left alone with
his rage and love. Until his depar-
ture on the following day the spoiled
beauty kept out of his way. and once
he had disappeared, she drew a deep
sigh Of relief.
Smiling a little to herself, and yet
wondering II he would study some
thing new to say to her when he
emerged from the dangers of the un-
broken path into the wilderness, she
hummed a song he favored, and was
so wrapped up in her own thoughts
b did not hear the stealthy step Of q
man who stole upon her. Small Won
der that she did not, for he was skilled
In tracking down the widest kind Of
game, and hiding his presence from
the keen-scetfr1 wild things Of the
unexplored NdQeh. The first that she
realized that she was not alone was
when Leona felt a mans arms about
her, and a mans mouth pressed to
hers and frightened almost to death
she looked up into jeans dark, flash
ing eyes.
"You told me to make love differ
emily he said, after he had kissed
her b~reathless, land so l have. l knew
no other man had ever held you in
III hfc q rY11c ~ tolynr I;ccnc fr,,, ,-o,~
lips. Now I have put my stamp on
you."
With a heavy sigh, and yet with the
light of hopeful love in his face, Jean
retraced his steps, and this time fairly
began his long journey. Fol- weeks
afterward, Leona felt her cheeks burn
crimson at the very thought of jeans
kisses, and yet In her heart she was
not angry, for she did love him, though
her untamed girfish nature rrebelled
at restraint. AS the days crept on, she
took pleasure in the thought that she
belonged to- this mighty hunter, and
she began to plan her future as his
wife. Suddenly her happiness was
crushed as the tender verdure beneath
the branches of the feiled forest tree.
After a day that had seemed unusual
" long to her impotence, although
b OF the shortest OF the year. she
was sitting in the chimney corner idly
listening to her father, when some OF
his words recalled her to attention.
II didn't think that Of Jean. He
ought to be ashamed of such a thing
"Whatr Leona asked.
Marrying an Indian GIRL was the
careless answer.
'sHe never didV she said fercely,
her eyes blazing in the freight.
For d week she lay Ill, and when
she finally craWled forth into the open
air she loved so well she was like one
snitten. All her proud, young cour-
Age WIS gone. She summed the trap
30 who fiocked to her fathers store,
md spent her time out in the woods
where Jean had kissed her maiden
lips and held her ID his strong arms.
into this retreat no one dared pene-
ssfzate, y q Y e Long John Hathers.
ne would not give up the secret hope
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