The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-02-19
The fight was

of melting SHOWS. The fight was
over.
Morning of the second day-and
again the sunshine.
Tabernacle was in the distance,
while men and women wadcd
through the soggy SHOWS to be the
first to reach the train. Eagerly
Barry searched the thronging crowd,
at last to catch sight of a gigantic
figure, his wolfdog beside him.
"Ba'tiste!" he called. "Ba'tistc!"
, Great arms opened wide. A sob
came from the throat of IA giant.
"Mon Barec Mon BARGE! 1t was
all he could say for moment.
"We've won, Ba'tistc! The lines
open-theyll be running trains
through before night. And if she
keeps her promise"
"Shc?" Batiste stared down at
him. They had drawn away from
the rest oft he excited, noisy throng.
"She? You mean"
"Agnes. You've been taking care
Of her, haven't you? l found her
she promised that she would tell
the truth for me when ! got back,
that she would explain the lease and
! contract and tell Medaine that It
| was all Ia lie. She"
- By Ba tiste >Renaud shook his
| head. rev .,.,.-
"No, BARGE. iEet is the too late.
have jus, come-from there. l have
close her eyes"
CHAPTER Xxx
Dead! Houston saw Medainc
Robinette pass in the distance, and
his eyes followed her until she had
rounded the curve by the dead as
pcns-the eyes Of lost hope.
"Without word" 1t spelled
blackness for Houston, "I--I sup
pose you've take charge of every
thing"
"Oui! But l have look at moth
ing"
Il just had something here" Hous-
ton fumbled in his pockets. "She
! would want it round her neck"
But the sudden glare in Ba'tistes
eyes stopped him as he brought forth
the crucifix and its tan glcd chain.
The giants hand raised His big
| lips twisted. A lungc and he had
| come forward, savage, almost beast
| like.
"You!" he beloved "Wherc you
get that? Hear me where you get
| that - 49,,
"From herr She
d. :.l, ~.
mel" He almost dragged the younger
| man away, hnrrying him toward the
sled and it's, broad-backed old hor-
ses. 1--WE must go to the cabin, oui
yes! Hurry" Houston saw that
he was trembling. Get is the thing
| look for-,the thing l look fort"
"Ba'tiste! What do you mean?"
"My lJulicnpe," came hoarscly.
"Eet is my Julienne's!"
Already they were in the shed, the
wolf-dog perched between them, and
hurrying along them ushy road. Two
miles they went, the horses urged to
| their greatest speed.
| At last came the little clearing
and the cabin. Ba'tiste already was
| within.
Houston entered and dropped be-
| side the older man, already drag
| ging forth the drawers among the
| trinkets there. A watch, ring, and
a locket with curly strand of baby
hair. The giant sobbed.
"My Pierre-eet was my Pierre!"
whats that?" Houston had
raised suddenly, was staring in the
! direction of an old commode in the
corner. At the door the wolf dog
shifted and snarled. Ba'tiste, bend
ing among the lost trinkets that once
had been his wifes, did not hear.
Houston grasped him by the shout
der and shook him excitedly.
"Ba'tiste! Ba'tiste! There's some
one hiding-over there in the cor
| ner ! heard sounds-look at Cole
mari"
Hiding? No. There is no one
here-no one but Ba'tiste and his
memories. No one"
l" tell you l heard someone. The
commode moved. l know!"
He rose, only to suddenly veer and
flatten himself against the wall. The
yellow blaze Of aimless revolver fire
had spurted from the corner; then
the plunging form of gnarled,
gangling, limping man, who rushed
past Houston to the door, swerv,d
there, and once more raised the re-
volver. But he did not fire.
A furry, snarling thing had leap
ed at him, knocking the revolver
from his hand in its plunging as
cent. Then cry-a gurgling .growl.
Teeth had clenched at the throat of
the man; together they rolled