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By H. M. Egbert.
Marie Renfrew had thought she
was a boy until she was nine years
old. Then she-learned the truth
about her father's obsession.
Ten years before Andrew Renfrew,
tired of the struggle for life in the
cities of eastern Canada, had taken
his wife and household goods and
moved to the north of Saskatchewan.
There he had become a trapper.
They lived entirely alone in the
wilderness. Their little sod cabin held
a good deal of happiness, none the
less. Both were satisfied, the woman
because she loved her husband; the
man because some primitive strain in
him came out and answered to the
call of the far North. Besides, there
was Marie, their only child.
Then Maggie Renfrew closed her
eyes forever upon the earthly scene,
leaving the desolate man alone with
the child. And because he had al
ways longed for a son, he brought
her up as a boy.
Her only companions were the In
dians who came, rarely enough, to
the little place to offer furs, for An
drew had started a small trading post,
now that he was getting too weak to
trap. Once in a great while, too, some
officer of the police would off-saddle
at the little cabin for a day or so
and bring news of the outside world.
"You ought to send that girl south
to school," said Robert MacFarlane
the second time he came in, looking
at Marie, who, now sixteen, still
dressed in boy's furs and "wore her
short-cropped, flaxen hair about her
Old Andrew thumped his fist upon
"I've brought her up as a boy," he
said. "She's been a son to me. That's
enough. I'm not open to argument."
MacFarlane thought it a shame.
He began to pass that way more of
ten. Each time it was clearer that
Andrew could not live very long. He
had meant to broach the subject
again, but when he came for the
fourth time, Marie now being nearly
eighteen, to his surprise it was the
old trapper who brought up the mat
ter. "I haven't long to live, Robert," he
said. "I've been thinking over what
vou said to me, and I guess you're
right, Bob. But she don't need no
schooling. Books she's" had a-plenty.
I guess she could hold her own with
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any of them so far as schooling's con
cerned. But what'll come to her af
ter I'm gone?"
"You ought to take her south,"
"She wouldn't want to go south,"
answered the old man. "It may be I
made a mistake in bringing her up in
the wilds. But it's become nature .
now, and it's her life. Bob, I want to
get her married to a good man. You're
onlv forty Bob. You never married.
What would you think of Marie for a.
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