The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1922-08-17

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Wilton frowned involuntarily at the
reference TO the pretty young wife
whom Joe Bostock had married In
Winnipeg the year before. Joe's first
marriage had been unhappy; it ha
been long ago, and Wilton knew there
had been a separation, though Joe
was always reticent about that.
Kitty was five and thirty years
younger than Joe, and she had inter
vened into a fast friendship Of more
than a decade between Joe and VIII
ton. II made a difference, as it always
does, though Joe had sworn 1t should
not, and Kitty thought the world Of
Wilton.
Wilton could never understand his
secret feeling about Kitty. She was
devoted to Joe. Perhaps that was
what lay beneath his latent antago-
nism toward her. He was Jealous Of
her. He was jealous of a woman's
love for Joe.
." guess not !" said Joe Bostock
again, pressing his hand hard down
on Wilton's shoulder.
And, in that instant, Wilton heard
the crack Of a rifle. and felt a violent
blow on the upper part Of the left arm,
which knocked him to the ground. AS
he fell, Joe Bostock pitched forward
upon him.
Twice Joe's lips quivered, as II he
was trying to speak. Then the lower
jaw dropped and the eyes rolled up
ward. A grayish palior crept over the
face.
Wilton saw that Joe's macklnaw had
a tiny tear In II, over the breast. A
trickle Of blood seeped through the
cloth. He wrenched the garment open
with his right hand, pulled up the
sweater, and tore the shirt apart. The
heart, fiuttering like a wounded bird,
stopped under his hand. Joe sighed
once, but he never stirred again. The
bullet had passed clean through Joe
Bostock's heart from the back. And,
as he tried to raise Joe's body, Wilton
realized that the same bullet had
broker his left arm, which hung limp
from the shoulder.
He sprans to his feet, a mad
wrath giving back to him his ebbing
strength. He glared about him, but
II was impossible to ascertain from
where the shot had come. He could
not even locate the direction within
a hundred degrees, for Joe had been In
h act Of turning. Nobody was I'm
sight, and the woods were silent.
His believing call Of fury that went
echolng through the trees ELECTED no
answer. He tore strips from his hand
kerchief holding II between his teeth,
and, with his left hand on his knee,
knOtted them about a stick and inn
proylsed a tourn!quet. The blood a
squirting down his sleeve In Jets, the
pain was intense. and IL was impos-
sible to take off the mackfnaw and
hope to replace his arms I'm II; but
he twisted with all his force until the
diminishing flow showed that he had
compressed the artery, Thrusting the
longer end Of the stick beneath his
arrnpit, he passed the other through
the bnttonhole of the garment, and,
STOPPING, managed to get Joe's body
upon his shoulder and to hold il with
his right arm.
His impulse was to carry Joe's body
back to the camp, but he knew that 1t
would be impossible to make the dis
tance. Yet to leave Ii would mean
the certainty OF mutilation by bears
or timber-wolyes unless he could
build a calrn of stones. And of that
he was equally incapable. He set
Joe's body down, and, In the first full
realization of his loss and his predicn-
ment, he shouted curses to the sky.
That murder had been intended ne
did not believe /; no doubt the shot had
been a bullet fired at some nearer
mark, perhaps a hare, and by one of
the half-breeds. He suspected that
the transit bearer, following them up
had fired the shot, and. seeing the ia
taiity. had fled.
But The thought that this might be
the explanation was only a feeting
one. Joe was dead, aud his body must
be cared for, just as II he were alive
taken back to the camp and thence
out Of the woods. There was no nos
sibility Of leaving Joe's body there.
Yet II seemed to him that he could
not hope TO reach the camp. And
now another idea came TO him.
II was seven miles back TO the Camp.
but only five to the portage over the
frozen swamp. Upon the other side
Of the portage was a trail that came
out Of the prairie southwark and
wound into the unknown north.
Along this Indians brought their win
ter catches to the trading-store Of
Mcdonald. the factor of the Hudson.s
BAY company.
Travelling was hard along the shore
II the great Muskeg. but IL would
mean two miles less. and Il was iuss
possible to make the store. McDon.
aid was n queer. tar'turn, sometimes
venomnns Md man. and had evinced 4
strong dislike rs sy...S;, u, the ocra
sion OF their last meeting. Yet Nc
unald would shelter him and receive
soe's hody. And then there was Nelly
lis daughter.
wilfnn. having made his choice. net
cd on II nj. once. With q great affOrs