Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1941-10-09
rem. Publishing (
W. N. u. Service

saw band of Indians approaching In
their canoes.
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selves. Then, after tonight, it's
case of wolf eat wolf, our brains
and our luck against his Finlay's
face grew bitter as he stared across
the miles of quiet water to blue
ridge. HE got Bob! I'm going to
| get him!"
The Peterboro slid in to the stony
beach where two men now awaited
it's coming. Up at the trade-house
others watched while the girls in
| front of the house laughed as they
| talked.
Welcome to Waswanipi, gentle
i men!" A man of medium height
with black moustache and hair
grazing at the temples of hawk
like face advanced with outstretched
hand as Garry and Red left the
canoe. "We see so few white men
here that your visit is an event. I
am Jules Isadore. This is my head
man, Pierre Labelle.'
"I'm Finlay, in charge of the sur
vey," said Garry, shaking hands
with the two men. "My assistant,
Neil Malone! We need flour and ba-
con, Mr.. Isadore. I suppose you
can sell us some?"
The eyes of the two clashed in a
look of mutual appraisement. ode
lighted to, Mr.. Finlay, and you'll
| join us at dinner? 1t will be a treat
to my wife and daughter to talk to
two handsome young men from the
outside
Garry laughed. eff the ladies will
pardon our wooden shirts and bush
clothes, we'll be glad to accept your
hospitality, Mr.. Isadore. You have
a magnificent place here" he OBJ
served.
"The marten and black fox did it"
Isadore answered. eve beat the
Hudson's Bay at their own game.
It's been a gold mine"
A gold mine! Garry's blood heat
ed with his sudden anger. Was Isa-
dore fishing trying to draw him out
so early? He watched from the tail
of his eye the wooden face of Isa-
dore's head man as he threw out:
Speaking of gold, they tell me
| there's big rush on for the Chibou-
gamau." But Labelle's face was va
cant of expression.
$50 l hear" replied Isadore.
"Last year and the year before
some poor fellows tried to get in by
the Waswanipi but were drowned.
Bad river that!''
you're cool proposition, Isa-
dore," thought Garry. Then he said:
eyes, so your man Batoche told me
} at the railroad"
AS Garry limped beside him, Isa-
dore commented: "Hurt your leg?"
eyes, slipped on a rock and twist
ed my knee!"
''Too bad!" Then Isadore's face
lit as they reached the waiting girls.
"Well, here's what makes life pos
sible at Waswanipi. Corinne, this
is Mr.. Finlay and Mr.. Malone, on
the government survey. My wife,
gentlemen, and my daughter, Lise."
Garrett Finlay was startled by the
dark beauty of the two girls.
WELCOME to Waswanipi, Meestair
Feenlay and Meestair-what was it?
--Malone?" said the elder and
smaller of the two with a slight ac-
cent as she extended her hand with
thrust of smoldering eyes.
| Red Malone beamed like boy
with new toy into Corinne Isa-
dore's vivacious face, framed by
blue-black bob.
'tWhat a break for two bored fe-
males!" AS Lise gave him her firm
hand, Finlay felt that he had never
looked into lovelier face or one
more battling. "Corinne and I were
about ready to call it a summer in
this f1y-infested bush and scram, if
Jules would send u.s." Her short
upper lip curled as she archly add
ed: "But if you're going to survey
the lake we might
might stay awhile if you prove
as nice as you look!" There was
frank challenge in her brilliant eyes.
II like your smile, Mr.. Surveyor,
Miss Isadore surprised him with.
'Your teeth are fawless, aren't
they? And how you know it! You
have cute, crinkly hair and swell
shoulders and, doubtless leave a
trail of wailing women behind wher-
ever you operate. But" her eyes
suddenly clouded, "I'd have you
know that my name is not Isadore.
He married my mother when was
very young. My name is Lise Dem
arais"
Garry raised a hand in protest.
Instead of an engineer who spends
most of his time in the bush,'' he
laughed, "you suggest I'm a lounge
lizard. 1 object to the title. But I'll
forgive you. Lise Demarais,'' he
repeated, studying her vivid face
with it's warm undertone of color.
cts somehow like YOU"
Suddenly she grew silent while his
eyes furtively sought the ripples of
her dusky hair, the short nose with
it's delicate nostrils and the sensi-
tive, full-lipped mouth. He had a
feeling that her gaiety had been
forced-that she was under strain.
Had he and Red walked into trap