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0 rVAUEY bU GEORGE MARSH * - AUTHOR. OF " TOIWCR^ OF TH£ TRAfL ^ * THE WHELPS Of THE WOLF'* jebOYWtOHT by THi PEHW pssufHmo ca .• ’ IOPSIS CHAPTER I.—With David, h»lf-br**d uld«, Bn Brant 9t««U, of th* AnMrtcaa Ob**, jCumoib ot Natural Hlatonr, la trav*l- Ib* la northarn Caaada. By a at ream ha haara Danlaa. dauchtar ot CoL — * factor at Walling auparbly. Hr ace«pta an 1b ‘ Bl a _ ivar. pim Introdncea vltatioa t* Fart** hla laaraa of tha tn avll. y tha violin auparbly. H* hlmaalf and . _ tha poat hla homo urla* hla atay. Tram St. On** inyaw 1, th* •Wlndlgo. tarloua oraatura < and th* <Uaa aranc* of a canoa and its oraw, Tnrtlh p^g,| th* aaaaon’a taka of fura CHAPTER 11.—Steele haara th* “WlB- 41*o. M David and Miohal, 31. On** a man. laava for tha acene of tha 'a dlaappaaranoa. St. On*a ta Laacallas. haad «aaoa' Staala that Laacallas, tha com pan manacar at Fort Albany, seaka ruin In order to compel Danis* to mar ry him to save her father. ‘II CHAPTER III.—Haarln* her violin playln*. Staala raaflsee that Danlaa is aaerfflein* a brilliant musical career to .rear to •comfort her father. David and Miohal return, but are uncommunicative. the massage you send with seT’ ha asked. “There Is home sickness In U for your Prance—your « Touralne?" 1 “Ah." she sighed, “la It not natural, monsieur? I do long for tha roaea 'and the poppy fields—the warm sun on the white roads and the laughter of the people. There la no laughter at Walling River—now." She raised her hands In eloquent gesture. “The winter here Is so long—so cold. The eternal wind In the spruce—does U not f- speak to you, too? To me there ar* always the voices—voices of hunger sad pain—and death." “Yes. summer or winter," he said, “the voices are everywhere. In the whiee-waters, the spruce, the hill* And often. In the breese, the forest becomes one great orchestra." “You have heard It. too?" she cried, “the sweep of the violins, ths moaning of the cellos?" "I always hear them In the sum mer, from a river; with the drum- , beat of rapids as accompanlohent." “AA, there Is much of the poet la you, monsieur.” And for an Instant there was a light In the girl's eyas 'which set wild thoughts stirring In his brain. “But our winter is beauti ful. also, in moods." she went on. “The quiet days with the sun on the snow—I love then to walk In the forest And the winding snowshoe trails; (Jo they not call you* to fol low r “Like tha whlta roads of yonr Touralne?" he refilled. “I think l pre fer the northern winter to the sum- . mer, but, of coufoe. It Is often grim xnd lean for the families of the hunt ers—for the women and children." Her eyes clouded. “It Is always w>, /or the women and children—they find Ilfs hard—here—in the north." Kor a long Interval she was silent and he knew that her personal prob lem again haunted her thoughts. * Then the music-hungry Steels hylded the hag containing the violin to / Its owner, with: “Please, anything * you care to play that is not sad. To you know, you were ts forget." he smiled significantly. Stretched at lengtlu with hands b&- ry hind head and ctoeed eyes. Steels^ listened as the violin of the girl ran the gamut of the composers. Rhap sodies, love songs of many peoples, fragments of melodies he had never heard, mad dances of the Slavs, of the plains of Hungary, serenades of Spain and Italy, a riot of love and Joy, redolent of moonlight and fra grant gardens, of ivied towers and old romance, she conjured for the en chanted ears of the man lying on a Canadian hilltop. For two hours the violin sang on the height above the forest. ’ And as he watched and listened, Steele often compared this girl he had known but days, to other women, who In the past had caught his fancy: and to his surprise, as he conjured them up, and contrasted them with the vivid personality of Denise St Onge, the memories of the former blurred to insignificance. Slight as was his knowledge of her, the quality U'hlch was so patently a part of her— the mystery of personality, had wrought Its spell. At length she ceased playing, and asked: "Now would you like to hear some thing of my own? “It would be delightful!” “I call this, ‘When Spring Conies North,’ ” And she broke Into a gay melody filled with the rush of the brooks, the soft wind in the young birch leaves, the love songs of ths returning birds. "Too have caught It all—ths >ring!" he applauded. “Please play again I" But the shook her head. “Now T am to break my promise by flaying Tare well.' Wa were to be gay. today; tf you do net cars to heir »—r "Please play It! _Tmp mean fare- thlagr "Oh, you cannot mean thaM" - Without replying Hie drew her bow acraoa the strings In a low minor and swiftly lost herself in a stark rereta tion of grief and despair. As he listened he heard again the moaning of a heart without hope, the anguish of a tortured soul, which had first met his ears at the rapids. Seem ingly she wa* voicing through her violin what aha could not express In words, and the sympathy of hla quick understanding went out to the^ lonely girl with her unknown burden, She ceased as swiftly as she had begun, and stood gating out oh the tranquil Taller. He respected her mood by his sllenece, his brain active with conjecture, his emotions danger ously out of hand. Then the warning of the low aun called the girt from her brooding. She turned a wistful face as aha aeld: ’ "I have broken my promise and hare been very sad, monsieur." "You hare been telling me much. In your ‘Farewell,’ mademoiselle. I only wish you could trust me—that I could help yen." There was momen tarily in her eyes that which whipped the blood to his face aa she said: “It was because you have the heart of a poet that I played my ‘Farewell.’ And t do trust you. Monsieur Steele, some time you may "know—" “Why some time, why not now, If I nm to aid you?" be demanded Im pulsively. But she only shook her head. Carrying the violin and rifle. Steele led the way down the trail to the post. They had reached a hollow at the foot of th# ridge where the soil was spongy and moist even tn Sep tember. because of the springs be neath. Here and there In the forest mold, flowers vividly Mas and fringed. bloomed on graceful stems best da tha trail.. "Her* are my gentians, monsieur!" cried Denise. “Are they not beautiful? I cannot make them grow so lovely at home. It la not damp enough.” She bent and touched the petals of a flower, and looking up said: "I think I love them more than the other autumn—” she suddenly checked her self. her eyes widening. The man was staring at the trail beyond them. “Monsieur 1" He turned to her. hla pusxled look shifting to a smile. "Pardon me, your gentians are beautiful—but we should hurry or we shall be late at tbe post, and your father will won der," he said, and started briskly up the trail, followed by the bewildered girt He had walked but a few yards when a scream stopped him. With the lunch basket at her feet, fallen from shaking hands, Charlotte swayed In the path behind them, her face gray with terror. "Oh, what la It. Charlotte?" cried Denise St Onge. aa Steele strode past her, and seising the palsied OJibway by the arm # ha!f carried her forward to her mistreat. “Please, mademoiselle," he Insisted, “hurry along I PH take care of Char lotte. It’s nothing. She thinks she sees something, bat It’s only Imagina tion." And he started with the moan ing Indian, numb with fright “Nla ! Nla !" waited the OJibway. finding her feet. “De trail I I see trail, m’ani’sellel Runl Run!" And with feet spurred by fear. Charlotte led the wpy back to the post. "What was it that you tried to hide from me?” demanded Denise, as she walked rapidly at hia side. El saw your face. There was something.” “It was nothing. It looked like a bear trail, only a hear trail..Charlotte la full of Tete-Boule’s myths and was stampeded. She’s been uneasy all day.” The doubting eyes of the girl searched his as they walked. “It is kind of you. monsieur,” she said, "but you must not deceive me. I have to face this thing." “You are not afraid—you do not believe In—” "Afraid?” she cried passionately, “yes, I am afraid, of, oh, so many things. You do not realize—It la so hopeless!“ He wag walking close to her, over- conscious of her nearness. Her shoulder touched his, and hts pula* leaped at the contact A loose strand ef her hair brushed hla cheek, and he felt the blood la his face. He was perilously near rash Action, bat he coveted her good will—sod he feared the mystery Is her—end the ilignity “Bat 1* there ae way oat?" he ome- **ed to asy, fighting for mastary 9$ there was tfie woman, and he followed her swift feet oyer the trail with an Hatton he had never before known; with tbe resolve to fight through to the root of this mystery tf It meant a winter on* the snow. No way out for the lost," she.had said, and he smiled hs he repeated to himself. "But the lost has been found; the lost has been found.” Mys tery, Windjfro, Intrigue at Albany, were as jiotblng now that he had aeen tbe Mood leap to her face at hla touch. j - ^ He did not follow up her strange word* It wouM have profited little and hla mind was full of what he had seen beside the trail—unmistak able tracks In the mad. mammoth and strange, beyond his experience. „ Shaped they were, somewhat re sembling bear tracks, with deep In dentations of daws, but the weight was not distributed aa In the track of a bear, and there were separated pad marks, like the track of fqlinea. Yet no lynx or cougar ever owned feet so misshapen and huge. He would re turn at daylight and follow them up. Here at last was something tangible to work on. In the meantime. Char lotte would hare the post people maud lin with fear. It would be a bad night for Wailing River. As they entered the clearing. Steele saw a knot of men gathered before the trade-house. With a swift good bye, Denise hurried to her kitchen while Ateele joined the factor, who announced: "Good evening, monsieur. It seems our friends have returned.” From the head of the portage moved a canoe, above the familiar legs of David. Fol lowing him ‘came Michel, doubled un der a heavy load slung from his tump- line. “What have they got?" queried 8t Onge. “dive It up; maybe some of the fur I" hazarded Steele. “We shall never see that again.” mattered the factor. Near them the post people discussed the safe return of the search party In awed whispers. Then, as Michel ap proached. Steele grinned. “Meat!" he announced drily. “Good, we need It!" added St. Ong* with a algh of relief^ Swinging the canoe from his shoulders, David wiped his brow with his sleeve and grinned Into Steele’s questioning face as the latter gripped his hand. “Back safe and sound. David?" Steele looked hard Into the snapping eyes of his friend. “Ah-hah ! Safe an* sonn’ l Be-’-Jo* Meester St. Onge!" and the OJibway took the proffered hand of St. Oag*. ' "Well. Michel, you found moose, If you didn’t strike anything else," Steel* said to th£ Inscrutable Iroquois. "Don’t sea a*f sign* of teeth oa you; you must have run too fast for the W1b- dlgo,” he sugKe«r'-d. but the head man glanced significantly at tha post In dians and made no reply. Steele drew David from the group, congratulating Mlrhel on hla escape from a hideous death down river and asked: “Any luck. David?” "We fin’ noding of canoe, hut we sea some sign. Vet’ strange sign, bans." "What was It?” "Wal, we fin’ de las' eatnp of fur- oano*. but no sign of rano' or men. Den we follow river shore an' noding there. Den we Circle back from de camp an' two smokes Into de muskeg w* On'—" David stopped abort to •cowl past Steel* Into the foce of t havering Indian, who quickly ad vanced with extended hand. Bo’-Jo’ I bo’-Jo’ I Daveed.” greeted Tete-Boule as David seized his prof fered hand. “Bo’-Jo’, Tete-Boule!” and the Iron grip which was known from Neptgon to I*ac Seul closed on tbe unsuspect ing interloper. n “Ough I Ough!" cried Tete-Boule doubling with pain, over hla crushed Angers. “Why you shak* de han’ so hard?* Tbe broad face of David wrinkled In amusement as he surveyed the writhing victim of hts handshake. “W’at de trouble wld yon. Tete- Boule? W’en I ver’ glad to see you, I give de good shakehand.” As Tete-Boule left them nursing his fingers, Steele muttered: “He won’t forget that soon. Trying to hear, what you are saying, was he?” "Ah-hah! De nex' tam eet weel be hees neck.” “But whpt was it you found In the muskeg?” “In the muskeg we fin’ ver’ beeg track of somet’lng.^W* nevalre see Tbe OJib way shook hla head. “But 4s rain wlp*^ eet out" "Then 1 found more, staying hers, than you did dewa the rtvqg." “W’at you soar- “WH1. Dfivld, I’ve seen the trail of the W indigo, and Ft* mafia another little discovery. We’ve got a Wabano gt the poat and I 1st you guess who It Is." “A. Wabewo!" ortoood th* surprised David. Then with a grimace be gdded, "I rink fist Wabeno got a sore fian* now, hot do WIndigo trail—w’ere you fin’ eet?” “I’ll tell you and Michel what I know after suppeC; they are calling am now." And the two friends parted. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK) T. B. Ellis ELLIS ENGINEERING CO. Land Surveying a Specialty. Gy for Lyndhunt, S. C. MOTHE’R:-««- Castoria. f» efo All ? of Insurance i ;Farm Coverage a Specialty Calhoun and Co. P. A. Price, Mgr. ; Bank of W. C. Bldg. tiler's pecudly prepared to re lieve Infants tn artba find Children all ages of Constipation, Flatu lency, Wind Colic and Diarrhea; allaying Feverishness arising therefrom, and, by regulating the Stomach and Boards, aid* tha assimilation of Food; giving liealthy and natural sleep. 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