Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1925-12-25
SYNOPSIS

ins IN northern canada. BY a stream
Hilaire ST. onge, factor at Waiiing
River play the violin superbly. He
introduces himself and accepts an in
during his stay. stay r From S'ssS St. % onge O he
learns Of the mysterious. creature of
evil. the "Windigo," and the disap-
the seasons take of furs.
CHAPTER II-Steele hears the Win
digo." David and Michel, St. Onges
canoes .disappearance. st onge tells
] manager as at s'lSii Fort Aibany' N.Y. SEEKS his
ruin in order to compel Denise to mar
ry him to save her father.
CHAPTER III.-Hearing her violin
playing, Steele realizes that Denise is
sacrificing brilliant musical career to
comfort her father. David and Michel
return, but are uncommunicative.
st. Onges employ, is caught listening
to Steele's talk with David and Michel
and roughly handled. Steele learns
that Louis Lafiamme, factor at Ogoke,
has made application to her father for
the hand of Denise.
CHAPTER V.-Pierre, Indian from
Ogoke, visits the Wailing River post,
ostensibly for gun shells. David and
Michel are suspicious Of him.
Have you never seen dead man
before, monsieur?" derided Lascelles.
II fear it has gone to your head-this
Windigo matter"
st. Onge excitedly half rose from
hi1chair, as the cool gray eyes of his
guest slowly surveyed the man from
Albany, from moccasins to hair; and
then fell back relieved, when the
American, flushed, but in control of
himself, drawled:
Monsieur, you were formerly
man of war, a soldier, while l am
only q peaceful man of science TO
you 1t is but natural that violent death
should be a familiar sight while to
me 1t Is most terrifying. Why, | find
1t most repulsive even to clean a fish,"
So innocuOus was Steeles smile, and
so guileless his manner, that Lascelles,
conscious of icing played with by the
rugged American, found no words to
reply, but sat in impOtent rage Then
the retreating backs of Michel and
David, whose shaking shoulders be-
trayed their suppressed mirth spurred
the Revillon man to answer:
sputtered, "why are you hunting this
man-eating WindigoY
Steele smiled down good-naturedly at
the man he would have blithely bat
tered with his fists and leaving the
two men at the trade-house, sought
out Denise st. Onge.
"Oh, welcome back! Monsieur
Steele" she said, forcing a smile, 81
have just heard that you have made
terrible discovery"
'Please, we will not talk of that"
he insisted. II have something to say
to you before 60, tomorrow. Tonight
there will be no opportunity" He won
dered If Lascelles had seen her pri-
vafely since his arrival that afternoon,
but it did not matter. "We are to
make a wide circle of the country"
he went on, "and will be away until
leave for Nepigon."
Her sensitive face quickened with
emotion as she listened.
"Mademoiselle St. Onge," he began,
Il have no right to ask this from you,
but in justice to yourself I must"
She started to speak, as If In pro-
test, then her troubled eyes squarely
met his.
"Will you promise me-that you will
not" He hardly knew what he
wished 10 ask from the girl who so
tensely listened. There had been
:, nothing between them. He had no
right-but in spite of his diffidence
found himself begging: you will not
destroy yourself-that beautiful tai
ent, that-soul, because you think to
save your fatherr' He was talking
recklessly now, all reticence gone
no matter what hapI ecs to the post
what Lascelles tries to do, promise
me that you will not throw your hap
pinsss, your life, to the winds. It is
not necessary, as you may think.
have ample means, / will gladly
finance your father-I have influence
I'll take it up with headquarters in
Montreal. Well beat Lascelles! Don't
don't destroy yourself, mademoi-
selle!"
AS he finished, she was smiling at
him through mist-blurred eyes, then
rose and went to the window.
"You have not already?" he faltered,
thinking of her letter to Albany.
From the window came the low an
swer, II am the fancee Of Monsieur
Lascelles."
"You are mad-mad," he groaned,
stunned, unable to accept, now that he
had heard it, what he had feared. 81
had no right to ask you-what I did
But could not help it, mademoiselIe
I might have known-the heart Of you
was dead. You have killed beau
tiful thing"
She suddenly turned tragic face
Monsieur, you may wonder why l let
you say these things, but you have
guessed the reason" and she placed