The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1922-06-07

Donald. I'll just stay here until I'm
better. I'm thinking the Dog Tootha
win be bringing in their peltries next
week I'm thinking I'll no buy De-
cember skins this winter"
Il was thinking the same. The fall
was too late; they won't be purchas-
able till the middle Of next month.
But the Dog Tooths will want debt"
They'll get no debt" said Melon
aid. ''See to 1t, Molly! But suppose
the squaws will get on the soft side of
ye, and 1t takes man to handle them.
TIL have to get WELL" he continued,
speaking with feverish energy.
His mind, which had turned from
one idea to another running from its
fears, now leaped upon them. "Whatn
ye do, Molly?" he demanded roughly,
''There, my lass. I didna mean to put
1t to you like that. But where1l yeI
60 IL dinna?"
Don't let us think Of that, father"
AYE, but We Gamma stay here. II
should have spoken before" In his
distress he fell into his native speech
'Mony a NIGHT I've laid awake think
ing on 1t, before had the stroke, I'm
the windy wacht here. / thocht I'd
brocht We up unspotted frae the warld.
And moo"
She laid her other hand on his "If
the worst should happen, I can take
care Of myself Don't fear for me, ia
Their" she said.
eff We could have the store. Thatd
be best. But the company wouldna
have woman factor. The company's
conservative. And the old store1l
last out my days and yours, In spite
of Joe Bostock's folly. That's what
Mr.. Bowyer called 1t when he was
here for the moose In October. Joe
Bostock'n never cross Big Muskeg.
And IL he could, where'd he get his
freight and passengers?
"If ever this country's opened up,
Tom Bowyer will put his own line
through. He was telling me 80.
But there's naething here but the
moose and caribou and the Indians.
It's always been that way; 1t always
will be so.'
He caught her by the sleeve. "Ye'n
no see VIII Carruthers again." he
shouted.
I'm not likely to, unless he comes
this way" she answered In a con-
strained voice, dreading the outbreak
of violence which she knew would fol-
low.
AYE, but he'll be here. ken the
mon and his kind. The sight Of
pretty face is meat and drink to him.
He'll be here, and me lying helpless
abed. / tell you I ken the mon. MIR.
BOWER was telling me about him. His
names by-word among decent folks"
"Well, Mr.. Bowyer's own reputation
isn't the BEST" she retorted, nettled
that she was forced to champion VIII
ton. "You know MIR. Carruthers has
an interest in Joe Bostock's line OF
course, Tom Bowyer would try to set
you against them!"
The factors face grew purple with
rage; he choked for utterance.
II ken the whole scheme weeli" he
shouted. "When you went to Winni-
peg you got In thick with Kitty Bos-
took, and never a mail comes In but
there's a letter from her. She and
Joe are going to get you there, to leave
me here alone. Aye, / read that letter
the woman wrote you, telling you that
your life was wasted here. ken what
the warld is; I learned it one night
in Toronto, years ago. And, mark me,
I'd rather see We lying dead at my
feet than the plaything of q man like
VIII Carruthers -
That had been the burden of his re
prOacheS ever since Tom Bowyer's
visit the autumn before
Bowyer had poisoned his mind
against Wilton-Molly was sure Of
that. She suspected that Bowyer had
some hold over her father. She knew
that, years before, he had secured him
his position with the company. AS 1t
happened, the company needed men
for training-Scots; for the service
had become a tradition In North
Britain since the days of Mckenzie.
And the company does not pick its
employees out of the highways and
byways.
Molly had known Tom Bowyer since
childhood, although his visits to
the trading post had occurred not
Oftener than once in two or three
years. She had heard much to his dis
| credit in Winnipeg and had verified it
| when he spent day or two at the
| portage in October. Bowyer saw big
| ger game in prospect than the moose,
/ and. as a beginning, resolved to rid
| himself of a possible rival-Wilton.
| Molly had spoken well of him, and
| Rowypr was a keen reader of mind,
! When the storm of her fathers rage
! had passed, the girl went down and
| stood miserably in the doorway. His
| insane Outbursts were driving her to
! the very course he feared. Only his
| illness kept her from going away. She
| looked out, her mind In a turmoil of
| doubt.
biz AI1lSI.nn its lnnaliaSt IhR