White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1926-08-20
THE BULLY OF ST. ANNE'S
CONTINUED from Last Week)
By Vingie E. Roe

CONTINUED from Last Week)
Old Dame Fate was busy too. as she
has a way of being when people have
most thoroughly forgotten her
To the great gate of Fort st. Anne
there came, one sweet spring day, a
small cortege. That they had come
far and were strangers to the land
was very evident. The party consist
ed of an old man, evidently in failing
health but with eyes bright with some
consuming flame of the spirit, and q
girl with deep blue eyes and of great
loneliness, who seemed, despite her
long journey, still eager and un-
wearied. The rest of the party con-
sisted of man of middle age, hand
some, courtly, with fine manners and
quiet tongue, guide and several
voyagers who manned the two canoes
which served them. They were all
anxious to rest for few days at Fort
st. Anne.
McQuoid gave them welcome, and
set aside cabin for their use. He
looked with amazed eyes upon the
girls lovely face. 1t was not often
that the lonely reaches of the Qu'Ap-
pelle could boast such beauty.
1t was little Marcelle, bold as usual,
who approached the divinity first and
made friends And Marcelle found
her very sweet and frank, and anxious
to make friends in turn.
The little new wife was all sparkle
and delight when she told Cosan of
her so-kind gentleness, and she could
tell him, too, why there was that ever
present sadness in her blue eyes.
For that she is seek her brothaire,
Cosan," she said, who has long been
lost from their hearts-an' lie pere, he
is fail an fail, onlee to see the face
of his son before he dies. La, le
pauyres dears! She is carry his face
always against her breast in fine
locket, set thick with flashing stone"
"Eh?" said Cosan, alert on the in
slant, waits dat you say, Marcelle?"
"Locket-fine locket, in which
Ma'amselle Mora, she is carry her
brothaire's picture"
So it was Marcelle, who felt only
admiration for the stranger with the
deep blue eyes, who brought about the
workings Of Fate, for Cosan, the vim
dictive, recalled at once the flashing
bauble which had fallen from the gar.
ments Of Airline Du Bots that night of
the battle on the dance floor.
So it was that when, on the morn
ing set for the departure of the small
cortege on it's vague quest up the
Qu-Appelle, that meddlesome old WON.
an Fate sent into Fort st. Anne an
other traveller, to whom Cosan went
at once and with whom he held secret
speech. 1t was Lieutenant Cameron
of the Royal Northwest Mounted
whom Cosan had served many times
before.
AS direct result of this confer
ence, the little party, intent only on
it's own affairs, was burdened at the
start with company it least desired in
all the world-an officer of the law.
An officer, armed with all Cosan knew
of the two lockets and the pitiful
quest. And also armed with all the
Service knew concerning the murder
of Van Blunt in New York year ago.
my Lord" said Rodney Blake,
twisting his thin hands together,
what jest of Fate is this, Hargrave?
What shall we do?"
But it was the girl who answered,
Let us go ahead" she said, land
trust in God. There was never a muir
derer of Blake blood yet. I'll stake
my soul on Roger"
In the mean time, Du Bots, at his
AoAOiy SdUlu, udu Llduc d great us
covery with the help of his old magni.
flying glass, the precious locket, and
the ever enhancing game of the
thumb marks. 1t was discovery
which set him watching the lad with
new and eager eyes, which sent him
stealthily to the others bedside at
night to get print of his thumb.
Then, on golden morning, when
all the wilderness was one vast spar.
kle of dew and sunlight, when bird.
calls enhanced the silence of the for.
est, and the soft voice of the river
called him, he came upon his destiny
for swinging along the pebbly shore
he met suddenly a girl in the smart
garments of another world-a girl
who stod and looked at him with fear
less blue eyes that stopped the care
less song on his lips-for they were
the eyes Of the locket!
Nom de Dieu!" he whispered
soundlessly, "Ma'amselle Mora-his
sistaire!"
The old cap came from his black
head and the natural grace of his
manners was enhanced. thousand