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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 09, 1912, Image 19

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lrissed her breathless, "and so I
have. I knew no other man ever
held you in his arms or taken
kisses from your lips. Now I
have put my stamp on you. I
know you well enough to know
that the man who kisses you will
be your husband, or you. will go
unwed to your grave. I've staked
my life on your love for me. Kill
me if you wishj" and he handed
her the heavy revolver that kept
his knife company in his belt.
.The girl's face quiverd, her
eyes filled with tears, then wav
ing away the proffered weapon,
once more she fled, but this time
threw back no laughing challenge
over her shoulder.
With a heavy sigh, and yet
with the light Qf hopeful love in
his face, Jean retraced his steps,
and this time fairly began his
long- long journey. For weeks
afterwards, Leona felt her cheeks
- burn crimson at the very thought
of Jean's kisses, and yet in her
heart she was not angry, for she
did love him, though her untamed
girlish nature rebelled at re
straint. As the days crept on,
she took pleasure in the thought
that she belonged to this mi'ghty
hunter, and she began to plan her
future as his wife. Suddenly her
. happiness was crushed as the ten
der verdure beneath the branches
of the felled forest tree. After a
day that had seemed Unusually
long to her impatience, althdugh
one of the shortest of the year,
she was sitting in the chimney
corner idly listening to her father,
when some of his words recalled
her to attention.
"I didn't think that of Jean. He
ought to be ashamed of such a
thin"
"What?" Leona asked.
"Marrying an Indian girl," was
the careless answer.
"He never did !" she said fierce
ly, her eyes blazing in the fire
light. The" factor nodded his head.
"Yes, Long John says so. Father
Acton married them at St. Pierre
mission, of which she was a con
vert. -I'm sorry, for I never have
held to these mixed marriages,"
and then he caught his daughter
as she fell forward.
For a week she lay ill, and when
she finally crawled forth into the
open air she loved so well she was
like, one smitten. All her proud,
young"courage was gone. She
shunned the trappers who flocked
to her father's store, and spent
her time out in the woods where
Jean had kissed her maiden lips
and held her in his strong arms.
Into this retreat no one dared
penetrate, not even Long John:
Hathers. He would not give up
the secret hope in his heart, and
tried to court her, although he
said but little. His eyes glowed
a red fire that nothing extinguish
ed. Leona at first scarcely 'no
ticed him, then hated him for the
love she saw he bore her, and pre
vented him from speaking of ii
until one day when the sun was
beginning to feel warm, and she
was jonce more in the woods. Be
lieving herself entirely alone, she
began to live over once more the
love scene of the fall before, when
suddenly Long John stood before.

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