Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-12-11
SYNOPSIS


Ing in northern Canada. BY stream
ne hears Denise, daughter of Col
Ailalre st. Onge, factor at Wailing
iatm Kiver; play the violin superbly. He
introduces himself and accepts an in
yitatlon to make the post his home
during his stay FROM ST Onge he
learns OF the mysterious creature of
evil the 'Windigo" and the disap-
pearance Of canoe and it's crew, with
the seasons take of furs.
CHAPTER II.-Steele hears the win
dlgo. David and Michel, st. Onge's
mead man, leave for the scene of the
San0e dlsappearance ST. Onge tells
steele that Lascelles, the company's
manager at Fort Albany, seeks his
ruin In order to compel Denise to mar
ry him to save her father.
Carrying the violin and rifle. Steele
led the way down the trail to the
post. They had reached a hollow at
the foot of the ridge where the soil
was spongy and moist, even in Sep
tember. because of the springs he
meath. Here and there in the forest
mold flowers wildly blue and fringed
bloomed on graceful stems beside the
trail
Here are my gentians, monsieur !"
cried Denise. "Are they not beautiful?
l cannot make them grow so lovely at
home, 1t is not damp enough"
She bent and touched the petals
OF flower, and looking up said: 81
think love them more than the other
autumn" she suddenly checked her.
self, her eyes widening. The man was
staring at the trail beyond them.
"Monsieur!'
he turned to her, his puzzled look
shifting to a smile. "Pardon me,
your gentians are beautiful-but we
should hurry or we shall be late at
the post, and your father will won
DER" he said, and started briskly up
the trail, followed by the bewildered
girl. He had walked but a few yards
when a scream stopped him. With the
lunch basket at her feet, fallen from
shaking hands, Charlotte swayed in
the path behind them, her face gray
with terror
"Oh, what is it, Charlotte?" cried
Denise st. Onge, as Steele strobe past
her, and Selling the palsied Ojibway
by the arm, half carried her forward
to her mistress.
Please, mademoiselle," he insisted
hurry along! I'll take care Of Char
lotte. It's nothing She thinks she
sees something, but it's only imagina-
tlon." And he started with the moan
Ing Indian, numb with fright.
MIA Mar walled the Ojibway
finding her feet. "De trail l see
trail, m'am'selle! Run! RUM And
with feet spurred by fear. Charlotte
led the way back to the post
what was it that you tried to
hide from me?" demanded Denise, as
she walked rapidly at his side 81
saw your face. There was something"
1T was nothing. 1t looked like
bear trail, only bear trail. Charlotte
is full of Tete-Boule's myths and was
stampeded. She's been uneasy all
The doubling eyes of the girl
searched his as they walked.
1T is kind Of you, monsieur" she
said, "but you must not deceive me
| have to face this thing"
"You are not afraid-you do not
believe in"
"Afraid?" she cried passionately,
'yes, | am afraid, of, oh, so many
things. You do not realize-it Is 80
hopeless !"
He was walking close to her, over
conscious of her nearness.r Her
shoulder touched his, and his pulse
leaped at the contact A loose strand
OF her hair brushed his cheek, and
p he felt the blood in his face He
was perilously near rash action, but
he coveted her good willard he
feared the mystery in her--and the
dignity.
"But is there no way out?" he man
aged to say. fighting for mastery of
himself.
way out?''a she repeated In a
strained voice, '"There is no way out
for the lost" and as she equickened
her pace, the heightened color of her
face betrayed her Like the strings
Ief her violin she had vibrated to his
emotion. Beyond the mystery and the
despair there was the woman, and he
followed her swift feet over the trail
with an elation he had never before
known; with the resolve to fight
through to the root of this mystery
if it meant a winter on the snow.
mo way out for the lost" she had
said, and he smiled as he repeated
to himself "But the lost has been
found; the lost has been found" Mvs
terry, Windigo, intrigue at Albany,
were as nothing now that he had seen
the blood leap to her face at his
touch
He did not follow up her strange
words. 1t would have profited little
and his mind was full of what he
had seen beside the trail-unmistak-
able tracks in the mud, mammoth and
strange, beyond his experience.
Shaped they were somewhat re-
Sembling bear tracks, with deep in