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fold by the humility that softened his
whole demaanOr

fold by the humility that softened his
whole demeanor.
She stopped on the trail and stared,
for this was such man as she never
in her life had seen before, a glowing
god of man, with tossing hair and
red cheeks, with magnificent muscles
showing beneath his rough garments.
With the simple directness of those
meeting in lonely places they account
ed for their presence at the rivers lip,
and in a few minutes Du Bots had
heard enough to send him back to his
cabin and tell the boy there what he
had just heard and whom he had met.
Like a wild thing the lad would have
| flung himself outdoors to see his own.
He tore at the iron grip in which Du
Bots held him.
mot yet, M'sieu," he begged earn
estly, thinking of the thumb marks
and the discovery. there is much
here to be onraveP-to be onderstan'.
Trust Du Bots and wait"
The trapper visited the camp below
the rivers bend. He saw with quick
eyes the tragic situation-the father,
strung to breaking with fear and
longing; the girl, strong In her cour-
lageous love; the man who loved her,
land the stranger who was unwelcome
because of the uniform he wore. He
knew that first day that here was
Tragedy, only hiding it's time. He
hated the lieutenant. And for Har-
grave he felt sudden swift antipathy,
las If a snake had rustled unseen at his
fleet.
But over everything was the CLAM
GUS of the alteration which has held
him ever since he first saw the face
of the locket. Now 1t was before him
in the fesh-and Du Bots, famous for
his lives, had met Love for the first
time in his life.
Day by day he met the girl, for
Mora, unconscious as child, looked
eagerly for his coming. Always the
two looked into each others eyes, the
blue orbs and the black, wondering,
absorbed, innocent, and did not guess
that the ancient miracle was begin
ming to work. Time between them
was as If 1t had not been. A day
or year-what mattered it when
heart spoke to heart?
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few magic moments of the deep
thread of the situation, there were
those who did not-the lieutenant,
who watched Du Bots like a hawk,
and Hargrave, who watched every
body.
Alas for high resolves and reseate
dreams! While the simple man of the
, forest knelt in his cabin loft and
promised the impossible to quiet the
boys terror-promised nothing less
than that, on the honor of Airline Du
Bots, all should yet come right-Har-
grave sat at the camp on the river,
J and told tale of gossip he had heard
at Fort st. Anne.
"And So" he finished smilingly, ut
would seem our friend of the woods
and river is somewhat notorious
among women. 1t was as we'll the
stolen woman died, for they say he
was beginning to tire of her any
way"
Mora Blake arose and entered her
tent very quietly, but there was
great and terrible sickness inside her,
and all the new world of forest and
stream had become desolate and hate
full to her.
When Du BoIs came to the camp
that day she did not appear. Never
again would she look into his eyes,
she told herself-he was nothing but
a trader in emotion, thief, profit
gate. With whirlwind decision she
told her party that they would get
ready to press on-lieutenant or no
lieutenant-now that the canoe was
ready.
With early day the little group was
ready, its canoes waiting. They babe
farewell to Lieutenant Cameron at
the rivers lip, for the man Of the
Mounted was to stay behind
But as they rounded the bend and
saw the cabin Of the trapper set
against Its wall Of green, Rodney
Blake wanted to stop and. thank the
man who had added so greatly to
their comfort.
(To Be Continued)
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