Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1926-02-19

Sleep"
''Did he say what had happened?
He gave you no letter from SteeleY'
IN sieu Steele ees ovair on de
Leetle Current wild Daveed"
''But why does he want to see me
tonight?"
"He foun' something on de Portage
lax. He not tell me-"
OF course, thought st. Onge, Michel
would not conf1e in the medicine man
he hated. But what could they have
found? If he were to make the fork
before dark, there was no time to
waste. Ordering his own team har-
messed and provisions and blankets
put on the sled, ST. Onge hurried to
the house.
"Denise, my dear! Tete-Boule is
back with a message from Michel,
whom he met at the fork. l must
start at once. You may expect me
back tomorrow afternoon"
Monsieur Steele sent you no mes
sage"
"No! They are all we'll. I've got
to travel to make the fork before
dark, so au revoir, my dear girl!
He kissed her and left From the
window she watched his dogs take
the river trail at a wild gallop. The
hooded driver turned and waved back
at the girl at the window, and short
ly, the sled reached the bend and
was gone.
"It will be lonely here tonight, but
l have dear old Charlotte. l shall
play her to sleep in her chair"
Denise took the violin from its case
and laid her cheek caressingly on the
strings. "What would I do here with
out your" she whispered ''Father
and you! Once 1 thought he had
joined us-was one Of us. But after
his admission, and this" She took
from a drawer in a desk a letter, and
read it slowly. And In her face was
anguish. Then she replaced it in the
drawer
The letter had been given to her in
person by the Indian who stopped on
his way from Ogoke to Albany in Oc-
tober-the Indian who had told Mi
chel Of the drowning Of Steele and
David in the rapids of the Jackfish.
And the signature at the end of the
letter addressed to Denise st. Onge
was that of-Rose Laf1amme
Later, Denise and Charlotte were
finishing the luncheon dishes, when
their attention was attracted by dog
bells in the clearing.
Gould father have turned back"
she remarked.
The women went to a window and
looked out to see a group of men and
two teams Of dogs in front of the
trade-house.
"Who can 1t te? I cannot see their
faces The large man has never
been here before!" cried Denise,
swept by a wild fear-a premonition
of personal peril. "One of them is
coming here"
Charlotte hastily left the window
and shuffiing to a table, took from
drawer a sinister-looking meat knife.
Running hard thumb over it's edge,
she calmly said II weel stay by de
door,"
There was a loud knock on the
door of the factors quarters. Then
the blood of French soldiers and gen
tlemen in the veins of Denise st.
Onge famed in her face-proved it.
self. With a firm step she went t.
the door and opening it, looked proud
ly into the eyes Of Louis Laflamme.
The frse-trader had made his threat
good.
"Mademoiselle st. Onge | have come
to talk with you"
1T is evident, monsieur"
Lafiamme stepped inside and, as
she retreated, closed the door, follow
ing her into the living-roOm.
"You will pardon me If throw off
my coat" he said.
II do not desire trouble here in my
fathers absence" she protested with
a confidence she did not feel, "but
shall send Charlotte to call our men
and force you to leave this post"
Laflamme laughed, as he paced the
floor nervously. Your men? You
might better call on your women to
aid you Two of your brave retainers
are under guard now, in the trade
house. We couldn't find the others, If
you have them"
1t was clear to the girl, who gal
lantly fought with her fear of La
famme's purpose in coming to the post
when she was alone-helpless, that
he controlled the situation, and would
be heard.
"What have you come here for, mon
sieur?" she began.
The told face of the trader flushed
as he gazed at the girl whose memory
had taken his peace Of mind. The
hardness Of the mouth softened, in
the dark eyes was the look of boy
as he answered:
''It is a story you have heard be-