his bride and planned his death, was
lying helpless at his side!
Jean sat Pierre upon his horse
again, and the slow journey was re
sumed. But it was well toward even
ing when Pierre's" cabin came into
Jean set him down again and rode
up to the little shack. What a place
to take a woman to live in! JSfanette
must love Pierre greatly to be willing
to share that exile with him. The
thought no longer enraged him. He
had put the matter to the test of fate,
and she had decided against him.
Nanette had flung the door open
and was standing in front of him, a
radiant image, exactly as when he
had last seen her. Jean turned his
head slowly away. "Come, Nanette!"
he said, and rode back to where
Pierre was lying.
As he dismounted and kneeled at
Pierre's side his enemy opened his
eyes. There was consciousness in
them. He looked into Jean's face.
"Where am I?" he muttered. "It is
"Yes, it is I, whom you tried to
murder," answered Jean, slowly,
Pierre looked at him in bewilder
ment. "I shall say nothing to Nanette,"
Jean whispered, and then the girl was
beside them. "Jean! What has hap
pened?" she cried.
"Your lover fell from his horse,"
answered Jean, slowly.
"My lover!" she exclaimed, and
came close to Jean. "Dost thou not
love me, then?" she cried.
Jean looked dully at her.
"0, Jean, I could not wait for thee,"
she sobbed. "Hast thou not under
stood? I knew that another day
would bring thee, but I wanted thee
sooner, and Pierre told me that he
would ride back with me along the
trail. And we did not see thee, and
so, last night, he left me in his cabin
and rode back through the darkness
to find if thou hadst lost the way.'
Jean, didst thou dare to think I
Jean was staring at her wildly. He
could not be mistaken in his interpre
tation of her look of innocence and
Suddenly he caught her to his
breast and covered her with kisses.
"I know! I know!" he cried. "I
was a fool and madly jealous, Nan
ette. But now all is ended, and we
shall ride back to thy father's
Pierre touched him upon the
"It is I shall say nothing to Nan
ette," he whispered.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
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