Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1926-03-12

The Dazed Frenchman Stopped Short
In His Rush.
turned desperately on his captor.
What do you want?' he demanded in
Ojibway
The black eyes of Wagosh blaZed
with exultation. The lean face in
the hood was pitiless. At last he
looked into the face Of his man.
You know me-Wagosh-from
Woman river" He bit off the words
as a drill bites steel.
The swart features Of Black Bap,
tiste went yellow at the words He
remembered the father Of the girl at
his cabin.
Stiff with fear, his staring eyes
watched the black muzZ1e Of the NOV
ing death slowly sighted on his heart.
Then, as his nerves snapped and he
leaped in desperation toward the
crouched figure, there was loud ex-
plosion. With a groan the Ojibway
crumpled to the snow.
The daZed Frenchman, stopped
short in his rush, rocked on his feet
then stumbled forward grasping his
knife AS he hurled himself, with a
downward slash, on the heap in the
snow, he met an upward thrust
which buried the blade of Wagosh In
his body.
Then on the white floor Of the for
est, man blinded by flame and pow
der, and one mortally hurt struck and
slashed until strength left their arms
and they lay together, hunter and
hunted, motionless, on the crimsoned
snow.
There Steele and Michel found
them.
"Knife f1ght!" cried the Iroquois,
what happen to Wagosh gun" He
picked up the cheap trade-gun with
its burst breech. "Ah-hah! He get
snow cen de muzzle an she bust wen
he shoot"
'Too bad, poor old man! He could
have shot Baptiste at the ambush, but
he wanted to settle 1t alone-tell him
who he was, I suppose"
"Yes, he max dis feller drop hees
gun-den he stop heem for to talk"
said Michel, examining the trail Of
Baptiste. "W'en Wagosh shoot an de
gun bust, de Frenchman jump on
heem wild de knife"
Michel gently turned over the
fr01nn AF hn m
ing the face, powder-burned and torn,
beyond recognition.
"By garl He fight heem widout
hees eyes!"
Brave old Wagoshw Steele looked,
and turned away, sick at heart. He
had liked the simple-hearted Ojibway.
II tell you dat eet was all right.
Old Wagosh watch de trail"
Eyes, the trail was safe with Wa
gosh. Now he can rest in peace He
did what he came to do"
II wish heem moch game cen de
Happy Huntin' Groun'," added Michel.
And the two returned to their camp
and sent sled to bring In the body
when 1t could be buried.
Robbed of the Joy and solace of
her beloved violin; too restless to
read, Denise st. Onge sat one evening
with her father, her head resting on
the back Of her chair, her eyes closed.
For half hour the factor had brood
ed over his future, oblivious Of her
presence. Then, suddenly aware of
her silence, he glanced curiously at
the girls averted face.
From the closed eyes tears traced
their way down her cheeks while the
sensitive mouth quivered with the
misery Of her thoughts.
Denise! You poor child"
"You must not mind foolish tears"
she said. II miss my violin So"
He shook his head at the subter-
fuge, then voiced the course of his
thoughts. "If only they win at Ogoke
and rid the country Of that scoundrel,
this will be strong post. He will
not dare to close it will defy him
to. Steele has told them In Montreal"
Eyes, but what Of me?" she
groaned. II have given him my prom
ise."
The face Of st. Onge flushed with
passion. "The day you married that
man ! would shoot him and then my
self"