THE PATTON COURIER The TRAIL OF ’98 A Northland Romance by ROBERT W. SERVICE WNU Service Illustrations by Irwin Myers CHAPTER XIII—Continued 16 But what was fhis? They had come on a wooden bux that streaked down the slope as stright as an arrow from the bow. It was some other scheme of the tyrant Man. Nevertheless, they Jostled and jammed to get into it. The man stood by his water-gun and from its nozzle the gleaming ter ror leapt. It flew like an arrow from the bow, and wherever he aimed it the hillside seemed to reel and shud- der at the shock. Great cataracts ot gravel shot out, avalanches of clay toppled over; vast boulders were hurled 18to the air like heaps of Aeecy wool, The foar deafened the man. He heard the crash of falling rock, but he wes so intent on his work he did not hear another man approach. Sud- denly he looked up and saw. He gave a mighty start, then at once he was calm again. This was the meeting he had dreaded, longed for, fought against, desired. Almost savagely, and with a curious blaze in his eyes he redirected the little giant. + He waved his hand to the other man, “Go away!” he shouted. Mosher refused to budge. His pig eyes glittered, and he took off his hat to wipe some beads of sweat from the monumental baldness of his forehead. His rich, penetrating voice pierced through the roar of the “giant.” ! “Here, turn off your water. I want to speak to you. Got a business propesition to make.” Jim was dumb. “Say, your wife’s in town. Been there for the last year. Didnt you know it?” Jim shook his head. He was par- ticularly interested in his work just then, “Yes, she's In town—living respect. able.” Jim redirected his giant with a savage swish. “Say, I'm a sort of a philant’ropic guy,” went on Mosher, “an’ there's nothing I like better than doing the erring wife restitootion act. [I think I could induce that little woman of yours to come back to you.” He was sneering now, frankly vil- lainous, Jim gave no sign. “What d’ye say? This is a likely bit of ground—give me a half share in this ground, an’ I'll guarantee to deliver that little piece of goods to you. There's an offer.” Again that smug look of generosity beamed on the man’s face. Once more Jim motioned him to go, but Mosher did not heed. He thought the gesture was a refusal. His face grew threat: ening, “All right, if you won't,” he snarled, “look out! I know you love her still. Let me tell you, | own that woman, body and soul, and I'll make life hell for her. I'll torture you through her. Yes, I've got a cinch. You’d better change your mind.” He had stepped back as if to go. Then, whether it was an accident or not no one will ever know—but the little giant swung round till it bore on him, it lifted him up In the air. It shot him forward like a stone from a cata- pult. It landed him on the bank fifty feet away with a sickening crash. Then, as he lay, it pounded and bat- tered him out of all semblance of a man, The waters were having their re venge. ® . . LJ * . . “Berna, we must get married.” “Yes, dearest, whenever you wish.” “Well, tomorrow.” She smiled radiartly; then her face grew very serious. “What will | wear?” phalntively. “Wear? Oh, anything. That white dress you've got on—I never saw you looking so sweet. You mind me of a picture I know of Saint Cecilia, the same delicacy of feature, the same pure coloring, the same grace of ex- pression.” “Foolish one!” she chided; but her volce was deliciously tender, and her eyes were love-lit. She came over to me, and knel! by my chair, putting her arms around me prettily. The pure, sweet face looked up into mine, “We have been happy here, haven't we, boy?” she asked. “Exquisitely happy. ways been afraid.” “Of what, dearest?” “lI don’t know. Somehow it seems too good to last.” “Well, tomorrow we’ll be married.’ “Yes, we should have done that a year ago. It’s all been a mistake. It didn’t matter at first; nobody no ticed. nobody cared. But now it's dif she asked Yet | have al- ferent. 1 can see it by the way the wives of the men look at us. Well, ye don’t care anyway. We'll marry and l've our lives. But there are other reas ns.” uyasl “Yes. Garry talks of coming out. fou wouldn't like him to find us liv fg like this—without benefit of L AS “pir the world!” she cried, in ] alarm. “What will he think of me, I wonder, poor, ignorant me? I be- lieve I'm afraid of him. 1 wish he’d stay away and leave us alone. Yet for your sake, dear, I do wish him to think well of me.” “Don’t fear, Berna. He'll be proud of you, But there's a second reason.” “What?” “Oh, my beloved! perhaps we'll not always be alone as we are now. Per- haps, perhaps some day there will be others—Ilittle ones—for their sakes.” She did not speak. I could feel her nestle closer to me. So we sat there in the big, deep chair, in the glow of the open fire, silent, dreaming, and I saw on her lashes the glimmer of a glorious tear, I kissed away her tears. Foolish tears! I blessed her for them. I held her closer to me. I was wondrous happy. No longer did the shadow of the past hang over us. Even as chil- dren forget, were we forgetting. “Husband, I'm so happy,” she sighed. “Wife, dear, dear wife, I too.” There was no need for words. Our lips met in passionate kisses, but the next moment we started apart. Some one was coming up the garden path —a tall figure of a man. I started as if I had seen a ghost. Could it be?— then I rushed to the door. There on the porch stood Garry. CHAPTER XIV As he stood before me once again it seemed as if the years had rolled away, and we were boys together. It all came back to me, that sunny shore, the white-washed cottages, the old gray house among the birches, the lift of sheep-starred pasture, and above it the glooming dark of the heather hills. And it was but three years ago. How life had changed! Fortune had come to me, love had come to me. I was no longer a callow, uncouth lad. Yet, alas! I no longer looked future- ward with joy; the savor of life was no more sweet. It was another “me” I saw in my mirror that day, a “me” with a face sorely lined, with hair gray-flecked; with eyes sad and bit- ter. Little wonder Garry, as he stood there, stared at me so sorrowfully. “How you've changed, lad!” said he at last. “Have I, Garry? You're just about the same, But by all that’s wonder- ful, what brought you here?” His teeth flashed in that clever, confident smile, “The stage. 1 just arrived a few minutes ago, and hurried here at once. Aren't you glad to see me?” “Glad? Yes, indeed! I can't tell you how glad. But it’s a shock to me your coming so suddenly.” “It was a sudden resolve; I should have wired you. However, I thought I would give you a surprise. How are you, old man?’ “Me—oh, I'm all right, thanks.” “Why, what’s the matter with you, lad? You look ten years older. You look older than your big brother now.” “Yes, I daresay. It's the life, it's the land. A hard life and a hard land.” “Why don’t you go Out?” *I don’t know, I don't know. I keep on planning to go and then some- thing turns up, and I put it off a lit- tle longer. I suppose I ought to £0. but I'm tied up with mining inter- ests. I'm making money, you see.” “Not sacrificing your youth and health for that, are you?” “l don’t know, I don’t know.” There was a puzzled look in his frank face, and for my part I was strangely ill at ease. With all my joy at his coming, there was a sense of anxiety, even of fear, I had not want- ed him to come just then, to see me there. 1 was not ready for him. I had planned otherwise, His gaze roved round the room. Suddenly it fell on a piece of em- broidery. He started slightly and 1 saw his eyes narrow, his mouth set. He looked at me again, in an odd, bewildered way. He went on speak- ing, but there was a queer constraint in his manner, “I'm going to stay here for a month, and then I want you to come back with me. Come back home and get some of the old color into your cheeks. The country doesn’t agree with you but we'll have you all right pretty soon. Oh, we'll have the good old times over again! You'll see, we'll soon put you right.” “It's good of you, Garry, to think so much of me; but I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't come just yet. I've got so much to do. I've got thirty men working for me. I've just got to stay.’ He sighed. “Well. if you stay I'll stay, too. | don’t like the way you're looking. You're working too hard. Perhaps | can help you.” “All right; I'm afraid you'll find it rather awful, though. But for a time it will interest you.” “1 think it will.” And again his eyes stared fixedly at that piece of embroidery on its little hoop. Between the curtains that hung over the bedroom door 1 could see Berna standing motionless. 1 wondered if Je eould see her too. His eyes fol lowed mine, They rested on the cur- tains and the strong, stern look came into his face, Yet again he banished it with a sunny smile. “Mother's one regret was that you were not with her when she died. Do you know, old man, I think she was always fonder of you than of me? She missed you dreadfully, and be- fore she died she made me promise I'd always stand by you, and look after you if anything happened. “Now you must come home. Back there on the countryside we can find you a sweet girl to marry. You will love her, have children and for- get all this. Come.” I rose. I could no longer put it off. “Excuse me one moment,” I said. I parted the curtains and entered the bedroom, She was standing there, white to i lit = 4 a J i 0s. ! 007 She Was Standing There, White to the Lips and Trembling. the lips and trembling. She looked at me piteously. “I'm afraid,” she faltered. “Be brave, little girl,” I whispered, leading her forward. Then I threw aside the curtain, “Garry,” I said, “this is—this is Berna.” There they stood, face to face at last. Long ago I had visioned this meeting, planned for, yet dreaded it, and now with utter suddenness it had come. The girl had recovered her calm, and I must say she bore herself well. As she gazed at my brother there was a proud, high look in her eyes, And Garry—his smile had vanished His face was cold and stern. No doubt he saw in her a creature who was preying on me, an influence for evil, an overwhelming indictment against me of sin and guilt. All this I read in his eyes; then Berna ad- vanced to him with outstretched hand. “How do you do? [I've heard so much about you I feel as if I'd known you long ago.” She was so winning, 1 could see he was quite taken aback. He took the little white hand and looked down from his splendid height to the sweet eyes that gazed into his. He bowed with icy politeness. “I feel flattered, I assure you, that my brother should have mentioned me to you.” Here he shot a dark look at me. “Sit down again, Garry,” 1 said. “Berna and I want to talk to you.” He complied, but with an ill grace. We all three sat down and a grave constraint was upon us. Berna broke the silence. : “You will stay with us for a time, won't you?” “Well, that all depends—I haven't quite decided yet. 1 want to take Athol here home with me.” “Home—" There was a pathetic catch in her voice. Her eyes went round the little room that meant “home” to her. “Yes, that will be nice,” she fal tered. Then, with a brave effort, she broke into a lively conversation about the North. As she talked an inspira tion seemed to come to her. A light beaconed in her eyes. Her face, fine as a cameo, became eamer, rapt. Aw | watched her I thought what a per fect little lady she was; and 1 fel proud of her. He was listening carefully, with evident interest. Gradually his look of stern. antagonism had given way to one of attention. Yet 1 could see he was studying her. His intent gaze never moved from her face. After a little, he rose to go. “I'll return to the hotel with you I said. Berna gave us a pathetically anx- fous little look. There was a red spot on each cheek and her eyes wera bright. I could see she wanted to cry. “I'll be back in half an hour, dear,” I said, while Garry gravely shook bands with her. We did not speak on the way to his room. When we reached it he switched on the light and turned to me. “Brother, who's this girl?” “She’s—she’s my housekeeper. That's all I can say at present, Garry.” “Married?” “No.” “Good God!” “Sit down, Garry; light a cigar. We may as well talk this thing over quiet- iy? He stared at me. His mouth hard- ened; his brow contracted. “Now,” 1 went on,” “I want to say this. You remember, Garry, mother used to tell us of our sister who died when she was a baby. How we would have loved her, would we not, Garry? Well, I tell you this—if our sister had grown up she could have been no of mine, this Berna.” He smiled ironically. “Then,” he said, “if she is so won- derful, why, in the name of Heaven, haven't you married her?” His manner toward her in the early part of the interview had hurt me, ty-nine in a hundred legally married couples that have formed such a sweet, love-sanctified union as we have. That girl is purest gold, a peach of untold price. There has never been a jar in the harmony of our lives. We love each solutely. We trust and believe in each other. We would make any sacrifice for each other.” “Oh, man! man!” he said crush ingly, “what's got Into you? \Vhat nonsense, what clap-trap is this? I'm almost glad mother’s dead. It would that her son was living in sin and shame, living with a—" “Garry,” he in, “I'm younger than you, an the last few years I've grown to see things different from the way we were taught; broader, clearer, saner, somehow. We can’t always follow ip the narrow path of our forefathe=s. We must think and act for ourselves in these days. 1 see mo sin and shame in what I'm doing. We love each other—that is our vindication, *“Balderdash!” he cried. “Oh, you anger me! Look here, Athol, I came all this way to see you about this matter. You never told me anything of this girl in your letters. You were ashamed.” understand.” “You might have tried. dense in the understanding. would not tell ters, warning letters. It was left to other people to tell me how you drank and gambled and squandered your money; how you were like to a madman. They told me you had settled down to live with one of the creatures, a woman who had made her living in the dampce halls, and ev- ery one knows no woman ever did that and remained straight. 1 wculd not believe it, but now I've come to see for myself, and it's all true, it's all true. Boy, 1 must save you. | must for the honor of the old name that's never been tarnished. [I must make you come home with me.” “No, no,” I said, “I'll never leave her.” “It will be all right. her. It can be arranged. Think of the honor of the old name, tad.” “] shook him off. “Pay !"—I1 laughed ironically. “Pay” in connec. tion with the name of Berna—again I laughed. “She's good,” I sald once again, “Wait a little till you know her. Don’t judge her yet. Wait a little.” I'm not so No, you further words on me. He sighed. “Well, well,” he said, “have it your own way. [I think she’s ruining you. She must be bad, or she wouldn't live with you like that. But have it your own way, boy: I'll wait and see.” (TO BE CONTINUED) Tealent 1. T ebgent oe Tetesteatedt. TT TeoTeetooteol 4 us snjen: | Congo and Elsewhere Koreans, like many orientals, live mostly on rice. They cook their sea- weed in oil and serve it with slices of red peppers. Kimsbee, a kind of sauerkraut, is a favorite Korean dish. To the north, the natives of Kam- chatka relish the tongues and the marrow of the bones of reindeer, but the piece-de-resistance is the meat of unborn fawns. From the stomach of the reindeer the natives obtain their greens—half-digested balls of moss. A delectable native dish is reindeer sausage which has been surrounded by dough and dropped in boiling wa. ter. On the lower end of the penin: sula, where salmon are plentiful, dishes ot boiled fish eyes are consid- ered a delicacy. Perhaps few people live as close to nature as the pygmies of the Belgian Congo. 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