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TIIE BURLINGTON FREE PRESS AND TIMES : THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1013.
Up in the "Big Snows," near
the dome of the earth, lies the
scene of this story of real men
and real women, who have all of
the virtues of their hardening en
vironment and few of the failings
of their more civilized relatives.
This is a tale for reading when
one is tired of the artificialities
of civilization or at any other
time when a good story is appre
ciated. You will find in it ro
mance and adventure and mystery
mixed in such skillful manner and
in such proportion that no ingre
dient interfareswith another. Yet
all go to make fine reading for
women who like to hear of brave
deeds and sacrifice for love's
sake and for men with even a
drop of the spirit of adventure
in their veins. And one thing
more theauthor has livedamong
the people whoze lives he de
scribes, and he knows how to tell
ISTEN, John. I hear mUBlc!"
The words came in a gentle
whisper from the woman's :
11ns. One white, thin hand
lifted itself weakly to tho rough face
of the man who was kneeling beside
ber bed, and the great dark eyes from
(which be bad hidden his own grew
luminously bright for a moment as she
"John, 1 hear music!"
A. sigh fluttered from her Hps. The
van's head drooped until It rested very
Dear to hor bosom. lie felt the quiver
pf her hand against bis cheek, and In
Its touch there was something which
told John Cummins that the end of all ,
life had come for him nnd for her In
this world of snow and ice and for
est very near to the dome of the enrth.
His heart beat fiercely, and his great
shoulders shook with the agony that
was eating at his soul
"Yes, it is the pretty music, my Me
lisse," he murmured softly, choking
back bis sobs. "It is the pretty music
In the skies."
The hand pressed more tightly
against his fnce.
"It's not the music in the skies. John.
Tt is real real music that I bear."
"It's the sky music, my sweet Me
llsse. Shall I open the door so that
we can hear it better?"
When he looked again at the wo
man her eyes were open, nnd there
glowed in them still the feeble tire of
a great love. Her lips, too. pleaded
with him In their old. sweet way,
which always meant that he was to
kiss them nnd stroke her hair and tell
her again thnt she was the most beau
tiful thing in the whole world.
He crushed bis fnce to her, his sob
bing breath smothering itself in the
Joft masses of her hair, while her arms
rose weakly and fell around his neck.
He heard the quick, gasping struggle
fot breath within her bosom, and,
faintly again, the words:
"It Is the music of my people!"
"It is the music of the angels In the
Ikies, my sweet Mellsse. It is our mu
lie. I will open the door."
The arms hnd slipped from his
Ihoulders. Gently he ran his rough
Angers through the loose glory of the
woman's hair nnd stroked her face as
Toftly ns he might have caressed the
!heek of a sleeping child.
"I will open the door, Mellsse."
His moccaslned feet made no Round
is he moved across tho little room
which was their home. At the door
be paused and listened. Then he open
ed It, and the floods of the white night
poured in upon him as he stood with
J Is eyes turned to where the cold, pale
Bashes of the aurora were playing
jver the pole.
It was an hour past midnight at the
post, which had the barren lands at
Its back door. It was tho hour of deep
Dumber for Its people. But tonight
mere was no sleep for any of them,
lights burned dimly in the few rough
jog homes. The oompnny's store was
Iglow, nnd the factor's office, a haven
f the men of the wilderness, shot one
rleamlng yellow eye out Into the white
rloom. The post was awake. It was
waiting. It was listening. It was
As the woman's door opened, wide
lud brimful of light, a door of one of
the log houses opened nnd then nnoth
ir, and out Into the night, like dim
shadows, trod the moccaslned men
from the factor's office and stood
there waiting for the word of life or
tenth from John Cummins. In their
Iwn fashion these men, who without
knowing It lived very near to the
ways of God, sent mute prayers Into
Ibe starry heavens that the roost beau
tiful thing in the world might yet be
pared to them. ,
It waa just two summers before Hint
this beautiful thing hnd come Into
Uummlns' life and Into the life nf the
jost. Cummins, red headed, lithe ns a
;at, big souled as the eternal moun
,'alo of the Crees and the best of th
company's hunters, bad brought Me
llsse thither as his bride. Seventeen
rough hearts had wolcomed ber. They
had assembled about that little cabin
In which tho light was shining now,
speechless In their adoration of this
woman who bad come among them,
their caps in their hands, their faces
shining, tbelr eyes shifting before the
glorious ones that looked at them and
smiled at them as the woman shook
their hands, one by one.
Perhaps she was not strictly beauti
ful as most people judge, but she was
huMful here, 400 miles beyond civ-
Copyright. 1911, by the Bobbs
Mention. Mukee, the half Croc, had
never seen a white woman, for even
an, ana no one or tne others went
,lown to the elBe o( the southern wil-
derness more than once each twelve
month or so. ,
Tho rrlrl aha wna ain run mnptt than t
budding Into womanhood-fell hnppliy
into the ways of ber new life. She did I
nothing that was elementally unusual,
nothing more than any pure woman
reared in tho love of God nnd of a '
home would have done. In her spnre 1
hours she began to teach the half do.-1
en wild little children ubout the post, 1
und every Sunday she told them won
' derful stories out of the lilble. She 1
ministered to the sick, for that was a
part of her code of life. Everywhere
she carried her glad smile, her cheery
greeting, her wistful earnestness, to
brighten what seemed to her tho sad
and lonely lives of these silent men of
i Aud she succeeded, not because she
was unlike other millions of her kind,
but because of the difference between
the fortieth degree nnd the sixtieth.
the difference in the viewpoint of men 1
who fought themselves into moral
shreds In the big game of life and those
who lived a thousand miles nearer to
the dome of the earth.
A few days before there had come a
wonderful event in the history of the
company's post. A new life was born
Into the little cabin of Cummins nnd
his wife. Then bad come the sudden
change, and the gloom, that brought
with It the shadow of death, fell like 1
n pall upon the post, stifling Its life ,
nnd bringing with it a grief that those
who lived there had never known be-
There came to them no word from j
Cummins now. He stood for a mo-
ment before his lighted door nnd then
went back, and the word passed softly
from one to another thnt the most
beautiful thing In the world was still
living her sweet life in that tittle cabin
at the end of tho clearing.
"You hear the music In tho skies
now, my Mellsse?" whispered the man,
kneeling beside her again. "It Is very
j pretty tonight!"
"It was not that." repeated the wo
man. She attempted to stroke his face,
but Cummins saw nothing of the ef
fort, for the band lay all but motion
less. He snw nothing of the fading
softness that glowed In the big, loving
eyes, for his own eyes were blinded
by a hot film. And the woman saw
nothing of the hot film, so torture
wns saved them both. But suddenly
the woman quivered, nnd Cummins
heard a thrilling sound. i
"It Is the music," she panted. "John,
John, it Is the music of my peo
ple!" The man straightened himself, his
face turned to the open door. He heard
It now. Wns it tho blessed angels com
Ing for his Mellsse? Ho rose, a sob
bing note In bis tbront. and went, his
arms stretched out, to meet them. He
had never heard a sound like that
never In all his life In this endless wil
derness. "My Mellsse, my Mellsse!" be sob
bed. A figure enme from the shadows, and
with the figure came the music, sweet
nnd soft nnd low. John Cummins
stopped and turned his face straight
up to the sky. His heart died within
The music ceased, and when he look
ed again the figure was close to him,
staggering as it walked, and a face
white and thin and starved came with
It. It watt a boy's face.
, "For the museek of the violon some
t'lng to eat!" he beard, and tho thin
figure swayed and fell almost into his
arms. The voice came weak again.
"Thees is Jan Jan Thoreau and his
The woman's bloodless face and her
great staring, dark eyes greeted them
as they entered the cabin. As the man
knelt bcsldo her agnin and lifted her
head against bis breast she whispered
"It is the music of my peoplethe
John Cummins turned bis head.
"Play," he breathed.
"Ah, the white angel Is seek ver'
seek," murmured Jnn, nnd he drew his
bow gently across the strings of bis
From tho Instrument there came
something so soft and sweet tbut John
Cummins closed his eyes us he held
tho woman against his breast nnd lis
tened. Not until ho opened them nguln
and fait a aUaiuu chill UKUlout Jjbj
AcnGtar If "Tto
check did ho know thnt his beloved's
soul hnd gone from lilm on the gentle
music of Jnn Thorenu's violin.
Kor innny minutes after the Inst gen
tle breath had paused from the worn-
"Ah, th. whit, angel is te.k-ver' M.k,
M I Ipml trmn .Inn.
an's lips Jnn Thoreau played softly
upon bis violin. It was the great,
heartbroken sob of John Cummins that
stopped him. In the dim light of the
cabin their eyes met. It was then that
Jon Thoreau knew what had happen
ed. He forgot bis starvation. He
crushed bis violin closer aud whispered
"The white angel ees gone!"
Cummins rose from the bedside slow
ly, like n man who bad suddenly grown
old. Ills moccaslned feet dragged as
he went to the door. They stumbled
when be went out into the pale star
glow of the night.
Jan followed, swaying wenkly, for
the last of bis strength had gone In the
Paying of the violin. Midway in the
cnblu ne Pnusl. "d his eyes glowed
with n wlld- strange grief us he gazed
down UDon tllu Htl" faco of Cummins'
wife beautiful in death as It had been
1,1 lfe 1,1111 wltlj tne sweet softness of
llfe 8tl'l lingering there. Some time,
uses ""d ages ago, be had known such
a face und bad felt the great clutching
love of it.
Cummins had purtly closed the door
after blm, but watchers bad seen the
opening of It. A door opened here and
another there, and paths of yellow
Hf?ht flashed over the bard trodden
sllow n shadowy life came forth to
greet what message he brought from
tbe little cabin. When the word came
to them at last and passed from lip to
Up aud from one grim, tense fnce to
another the doors closed iignln nnd the
lights went out one by one, until there
remained only the yellow eye of the
fnctor's office and the faint glow from
the little cabin in which John Cum
mins knelt with his sobbing face
crushed close to that of his dead.
There was no one who noticed Jnn
Thoreau when ho came through the
door of the fnctor's otilee. His cont of
caribou skin was In totters. His feet
thrust themselves from the toes of bis
moccasins. His fnce was so thin and
white that It shone with the pallor of
death from its frame of straight dark
hair. His eyos gleamed like black dia
monds. The madness of hunger was
An hour before death had been grip
ping at bis throat when he stumbled
upon the lights of the post. That
night be would have died In the deep
snows. Wrapped In Its thick coat of
bear skin he clutched bis violin to bis
breast and sank down In n ragged
heap beside the hot stove. His eyes
traveled about blm In fierce demand.
Tfatre Is no beggary among these
strong souled wen of the far north,
und Jan's lips did not beg. ne un
wrapped the bear skin and whispered:
"For the museek of the violon some
t'lng to eat!"
He played even as the words fell
from him, but only for a moment, for
the bow slipped from his nerveless
grip nnd his bead sank forward upon
In the h.-i . k eyes there was
something "I ii wild benuty that
gleamed In Jan's. For uu Instant
those eyes had met In the savage rec
ognition of blood, and when Jan's
bead fell weakly and his violin slipped
to the floor Mukee lifted him in bis
strong arms and carried him to the
shack In the edge of the spruce and
And there was no one who noticed
Jan tho next day, except Mukee. He
was fed. His frozen blood grew
warm. As life returned lie felt more
and more the pall of gloom that had
settled over this spnrk of life In the
heart of the wilderness. He bad seen
the woman In life nnd In death, and
be, too, loved ber and grieved that she
waa no more. He said nothing; be
asked nothing. But be saw the spirit
of adoration In the sad, tense faces of
It waa not hard for Jan to under
stand, for be, too, worshiped the mem
ory of a white, sweet face like the ono
that be hnd seen In the cabin. He
knew that this worship at Lac Bain
waa a pure worship, for tho honor of
the big snows wna a part of bis aoul,
It was bis religion and the religion of
these others who lived 400 miles o
moro from a southern settlement.
It meant what civilization could aot
understand freezing and slow starva
tion rather than theft and raajpect for
the Tenth Commandment above all
other things. It meant that up here,
under the cold chill of the northern
skies, things were as God meant them
to be nnd that a few of his creatures
could livo in a love that was neither
possession nor sin.
A year after Cummins brought his
wife into tho north, h man came to
tho post from Fort Churchill, on Hud
son's bay. Ho was au Englishman
belonging to the home olllce of the
Hudson's Bay company in London. He
brought with him something new, us
the woman had brought something
new, only In this instance It was an
clement of life which Cummins' peo
ple could not understand.
Cummins was uwny for a month on
a trapltnc that went Into the barren
lands. At these times tho woman fell
as a heritage to those who remained,
and they watched over her as a parent
might guard Its child. Yet the keen
est eyes would not have perceived that
this was so.
With Cummins gone tho tragedy pro
gressed swiftly toward finality. The
Englishman came from among women.
For months he had been In n torment
of desolation. Cummins' wife was to
him like a flower suddenly come to re-
llnvn tha tnntnllclncr hnrrnnnpflfl nf A
desert, and with the wiles nnd ways I
of civilization he sought to broathe its
As yet there was no suspicion In her
soul. She accepted the Englishman's
friendship, for he was a stranger
among her people. She did not hear
tho falso note, she saw no step that
promised evil. Only tho men at the
post heard and snw and understood.
Hut they were quiet, evaded the Eng
lishman as much as possible and
watched always watched.
One day something happened. Cum
mins' wife came Into the company's
store, nnd n quick flush shot into her
cheeks and tho glitter of blue dia
monds Into her eyes when she saw the
stranger Btnndlng there. The man's
red face grew redder, nnd he shifted
his gaze. When Cummins' wife pass
ed him she drew her skirt close to
That night Mukee, the half Cree,
slunk nround in the edge of tho forest
to see that all was well In Cummins'
Then Mukee' Hands Changed. They
Flew to the Thick Throat of the Man
little home. Once Mukee had suffered
a lynx bite that went clear to the
bone, and the woman had saved his
hnud. After that the savage In him
wns enslaved to her like an Invisible
Ho crouched for n few minutes in
the snow, looking at the pnle Alter of
light that came through a hole In the
curtnin of the woman's window, nnd
as he looked something came between
him and the light. With the caution
of n lynx, his head close to tbe snow,
he peered around the logs. It was tbe
Englishman who stood looking through
Mukee's moccaslned feet made no
sound. His hnud fell as gently as a
child's upon the stranger's arm.
"Thees Is not the honor of tho beeg
snows." be whispered. "Come!"
The Englishman chuckled. Then
Mukee's hands changed. They flew to
the thick, reddening throat of tbe mnn
from civilization, and without a sound
the two sank together upon the snow.
The next day a mos-songer behind
six dogs set out for Fort Churchill
with word for the company's home
office that tbe Englishman had died In
the big snow, which was true.
Mukee told this to Jnn, for thert
wns the bond of blood between them.
THEY carried Cummins' wife to
where a clearing hnd been cut
In the edge of the forest, and
at tho foot of a giant Bpruce,
towering sentinel-like to the sky, they
lowered her into the fro-en earth
Gaspingly Williams, the old factor
stumhlprl nvnr tin, wnrln nn n rncrceri
nnco that h,i hnn (nn, from a Bible.
The loiitfh m,n u.hn utnod nhout hhn
bowed their wild heads upon their
breasts, and sobs broke from them.
At Inst Williams stopped his rending,
stretched his long arms above his head
and cried ctfioklngly:
"The grent God keep Mees Cum
As tbe enrtb fell tbero came from (In
edge of tbe forest the low, sweet music
of Jnn Thoreau's violin. No mnn in nil
the world could have told what be
played, for It was tbe music of Jan'i
oul, wild and whispering of the winds,
sweetened by some strange Inheritance
that had come to blm with tbe pic
ture whicb be carried In bis throbbing
Ho played until only the tall spruce
and John Cummins stood over tbe Ion
grave. When ho stopped the man
turned to blm, nnd they went togetbei
to the little cnbln where tbe woman
There was something new la tbe cab
In now-n tiny while, breathing thing
over which nn Indlnn woman wntched.
The boy stood beside John Cummlni
looUi4owiLJ4fioa tt au4 trwnillu
"Ah," he whispered, his great eye
glowing, "It ees the leetle white an
gell" "It is tho little Mellsse," replied the
He dropped upon bli knees with bis
sad face close to tbe new life that wns
to take the place of tbe one that had
just gone out. Jan felt something tug.
Ring In a strange wny at his heart, and
he. too. fell uDon his knees beside John
Cummins in this first worship of the j
From this hour of their first kneolln,
before the little life In the cabin some
thing sprang up botween Jan Thoreau
and John Cummins which tt would
have been hard for man to break.
That night when Jnn picked up hit
violin to go back to Mukee's cabin
Cummins put his two hands on the
boy's shoulders nnd sntd:
"Jnn, who are you and where did
you come from?"
Jnn stretched his arm vaguely to tho
"Jnn Thoronu," ho replied simply.
"Thees Is my violon. We come nlone
through tho beeg snow. We stnrve
seven day In the beeg snow, My violon
keep the wolf off nt night."
"Look ngnln, Jnn. Didn't you come
from there or there or there?"
Cummins turned slowly, facing first
to the east nnd Hudson's bay. then to
the south, nnd Instly to tho west. There
wns something more thnn curiosity In
tho tense fnce thnt came back In star
ing Inquiry to Jnn Thorenu.
The boy hunched Ills shoulders, and
bis eyes flashed.
"It ees not Ho that .Inn Thorenu nnd
bees violon come through tho beeg
snow," be replied softly. "It ees not
"There is plenty of room here now,"
snld Cummins huskily. "Will you stny
with the little Mellsse nnd me?"
"With the leetle Mellsse!" gasped the
boy. "I I stay with the leetle white
angel for ever and ever!"
No mnn learned more of Jan than
hnd Cummins. Even to Mukee his his
tory was equally simple nnd ehort AU
wnys he snld that he came from out of
the north, which mennt the Barren
lands, and the Barren lands meant
death, No man had ever come across
them as Jan had come, and nt another
time nnd under other circumstances
Cummins nnd his people would hnve
believed blm mad.
But they knew that Jan Thoreau had
, come like a messenger from tbe nngels.
tunt tne woman's soul nnd gone out '
meet him, nnd thnt she hnd died sweet
ly on John Cummins' breast while h
played. So the boy, with his thin, sen
sitive fnce and his grent beautiful
eyes, became a part of what tbe wo
mnn hnd left behind for them to love.
In a way be made up for her loss.
The woman bad brought something
new and sweet Into their barren lives,
and he brought something new nnd
sweet the music of his violin. He
played for them In the evening In tbe
fnctor's office, nnd nt these times they
knew that Cummins' wife wns very
near to them nnd that she was speak
ing to them through the things which
.lun Thoreau played.
There were hours of triumph for Jan
In tbe fnctor's office, but it wns tbe
nudlence In the little cabin that Jan
liked best, and, most of all. he loved
to have the little Mellsse alone. As
the days of early spring trapping ap
proached and the wilderness for a hun
dred miles nrounil the post wns criss
crossed with the trails of the Cree and
Chlppewnyan fur seekers. Cummins
wns absent for days at a time,
strengthening Hit- ru,iiun s friend
ships aud bargaining tor Hie catch
that would be coming to market about
eight weeks later.
This was a year of intense rivalry,
for the French competitors of the
company hnd established a post 'JUO
miles to tbe west, and rumor spread
that they were to give sixty pounds
of flour to the company's forty nnd
four feet of cloth to the yard. This
meant action among Williams and bis
people, and the factor himself, bis son
and all bis men plunged into the wil
derness. Tbe exodus left desolate lifelessness
at the post.
in the silence and lifelessness Jan
Thoreau felt a new and ever Increas
ing happiness. To him the sound of
life was u thing vibrant with harsh
ness; quiet tbe dead, pulseless quiet
of lifelessness was beautiful. He
dreumed In it. nnd it wns then tbnt bis
Angers discovered new things In bis
He often sent Mnballa, the Indian
woman who cared for Mellsse, to gos
sip with Williams' Chlppewayan wife,
so that he was nlone a great deal with
the baby. At these times, when the
door wns snfely barred against tho
outside world, It was a different Jnn
Thorenu who crouched upon bis knees
beside the cot His face was aflatno
with n grent. absorbing passion which
at other times he concealed.
"Ah, ze sweet leetle whlto angel!"
he would cry as she tugged and kick
ed. "I luf you soI luf you an' will
stny always an' play ze violon! Ah,
you will be ze gr-r-r-eat bea-utiful
white angel Ink her!"
He would laugh nnd coo like a moth
er and talk, for at these times Jnn
Thoreau's tongue wns as voluble ns his
lHn- nis volco grew soft nnd low
! nn'l hls eyes shone with n soft mist as
he told hor those things which John
Cummins would have given much to
"Some day you shall understand
why It happened, sweet Mellsse." he
whispered, bringing his eyes so near
that she reached up an inquiring finger
to them. "Then you will luf Jnn Tho
reau!" Once, when Mellsse straightened her
self for an lustnut nnd half reached
up ber tiny nrms to him, laughing and
cooing Into his face, be gave a glnd
cry, crushed his face down to hers and
did what be had not dared to do be-foro-klssed
her. There waa something
about It that frightened tbe little Me
llsse, and abe set up a walling tbnt
sent Jan In a panic of dismay for Ma
balls. It waa a long time before he
ventured to kiss ber agnln.
It was during this fortnight of deso
lation at tbe post that Jnn after a short
absence one day discovered tbe big
problem for himself nnd John Cum
mins, upon Ber knees In front of their
AaaWa oa-aaw Ma ball. JjuiottriauaU,
rolling the half naked little Mellsse
about In a soft pile of snow nnd doing
her work, ns she firmly belloved, In a
most faithful nnd thorough mnnner.
With n shriek. Jnn threw off his pnek
and darted toward her like a wild
"Sncre bleu you koel-kcel ze leetle
Mellsse!" he cried shrilly, snatching up
tho half frozen child. "Mon Dleu. sho
ees not papoose; she ees ccevlltze cce
vlllze!" und he ran swiftly with her
into tho cabin, flinging bnck a torrent
of Crco anathema nt the dumbly be
At Inst Mnbnlln went Into nn ecstnsy
of ttnderstnndlng. Mellsse wns not to
be tnken out nnd rolled In tho snow;
so she brought In tho snow and rolled
It over Mollsse.
When Jnn discovered this his tongue
twisted Mself into sounds so terrible,
nnd his fnce writhed so fiercely thnt
Mnbnlla began to comprehend that
thorenfter no snow nt nil, either out
doors or In, wns to bo used In the phys
ical development of the llttlo Mellsse.
This was tho beginning of tho prob
lem, and It grow und burst forth In
all Its significance on the day before
Cummins came In from the wilderness.
For a week Mnballa hnd been drop
ping sly hlntfl of n wonderful thing
which she nnd the factor's hnlf breed
wife were making for the baby. On
the dny before Cummins' nrrlvnl Jan
came In from chopping wood. Mellsso
wus smiling nnd making queer, friend
ly llttlo signals to htm from tho table.
Sho wns standing upright wedged In
n coffin shaped thing from which only
her tiny white face peered out at him.
nnd Jnn knew that tills wns Mnballa's
surprise. Mellsse wns In n pnpoose
"Mellsse, I sny you shall be no pn
poose!" he cried, running to the table.
"You ees ceevlllze! You shall bo tio
papoose, not If twen' t'ous'nd devil
come tnk Jnn Thoreau!"
And he snatched bur from ber prison,
flung Maballn's bnndiwork out into
the snow nnd wnlted Impatiently for
the return of John Cummins.
Cummins returned the next dny, not
thnt his work among the wild trap
pers to tbe south was finished, but be
cause be hnd suffered a hurt In fnlllng
from a slippery ledge. When Jan.
from bis wood chopping In the edge of
the forest, saw the team raco up to the
little cabin nnd n strange Cree bnlf
enrry the wounded man through the
door, he sped swiftly ncross the open
with visions of new misfortune before
But the Injury wns not serious nnd
Jan lost no time In revealing his feurs
lifter Muballa had been sent to tbe fac
tor's wife. With graphic gesture he
told of what bad happened. Cummins
hobbled to the door to look upon tbe
wnllow in the snow nnd hobbled back
to the table when Jan ran there In
excited imitation of the wny In which
be had found the little Mellsse iu Ma
"She ees ceevlllze!" finished Jan hot
ly. "She ees not papoose! She mils'
be lak ber!" His great eyes sbone,
and Cummins felt a thickening in bis
throat as be looked Into them and saw
what tbe boy meant "Maballa mak
papoose out of Mellsse. She grow
know uot'lng lak papoose, talk lak pa
poose" "Yea. she must be like ber, Jnn just
as good und Just ns sweet and Just as
beautiful," Interrupted Cummlus gen
tly. There wus n quick Intaklng of his
breath as he hobbled back to bis own
cot. leaving Jnn nt play with the baby.
That night. In the dim, sputtering
glow of nn oil lamp John Cummins aud
Jan Thoreau solemnly set to work to
thrash, out the great problem that had
suddAly entered Into their existence.
To these two there was no element of
humor In what tbey were doing, for
Into their keeping hnd been given a
thing for which God hnd not schemed
So far as Cummins knew, there was
not a white woman nearer than Fort
Churchill. 200 miles awny. In all thnt
region he knew of only two full white
men, and tbey were Williams and him
self. The baby Mellsse was hopelessly
lost In n world of snvngery honest,
loyal, big souled savagery but savage
ry for all that, nnd the thought of it
brought the shadows of fear and fore
boding to the two Into whose lives the
problem had Just come.
Loug Into the ni they talked seri
ously of the matter, while Mellsse
I slept; and the longer they talked tbe
greater loomed the problem before
them. Cummins fancied that be al
ready began to see signs of the trans
formation In Mellsse. She was pas
sionately fond of the gaudy things Mn
balla gave her, which wns a sign of
savagery. She was charmed by con
finement In the pnpoose sling, which
was another sign of it. and she had
not died in the snow wallows, which
was still another.
So far back ns he could remember.
Cummins bad never come into finger
touch of a white baby. Jan was as
blissfully Ignorant So they deter
mined upon Immediate nnd strenuous
nctlon. Mnballa would be ceaselessly
watched aud checked nt every turn.
The Indian children would not be al
lowed to come near Mellsse. They two
John Cummins and Jan Thoreau
would make her like tbe woman who
1 slept under the sentlne' spruce.
I "She ees ceevlllze," snld Jnn with
finality, "an' we mus" keep her ceevil-
I Cummins counted back gravely upon
1 bis fingers. Tbe little Mellsse wns
four months nnd eighteen days old.
"Tomorrow we will make ber one of
those things with wheels, like the ba
by wagous they have lu tbe south,"
be said. "She must not go In tbe pa
"An' 1 will teaeb her ze museek,"
whispered Jan, his eyes glowing.
"That ees ceevlllze."
Suddeuly an enger light enroe into
Cummins' fnce, and be went to a cali
co covered box standing upon end In a
corner of tbe room.
"Here are tbe books-her books.
Jan." he sold softly, tbe trembling
thrill of Inspiration lu bla voice. He
drew the books out, one by ewe, bis
fingers trembling nnd bis breath cow
ing quickly as he touched them, a
dozen worn, dusty things. At tbe last
one of all, which wns more rugged
aud worn than tbe others, be gazed
for a long time. It waa a little Bible,
"She leved this, Jan," he eald huskily.
his wife's Bible, finger worn, patched,
lathetlc In Its poverty. The mnn gulp
"She loved this, Jan," he said huski
ly. "She loved this worn, old book
more thnn anything elbe. and little
Mellsse must love It also. Mellsse
must be a Christian."
"Ah, yes; ze leetle Mellsse mils' love
re great God," snld Jnn softly.
Cummins rose to his feet nnd stood
for n moment looking nt the sleeping
"A missionary Is coming over from
'ort Churchill to tnlk to our trnppers
when they come In. She shall be bap
tized." Like a cat Jan wns on his feet, his
eyes flashing, his long, thin fingers
clinched, his body quivering with a
"No, no! Not baptize by missloner!"
ho cried. "She shall be good an' love
ze grent God. but not bnptlze by mis
sloner! No, no, no!"
Cummins turned upon blm In nston
Isbmeut. Before linn Jau Thorenu
stood for a minute like one gone mad,
his whole being consumed In a pas
sion terrible to look upon. Lithe giant
of muscle Hnd fearlessness that he
wns, Cummins Involuntarily drew bacs
a step, and tbe mainspring of Uistlnct
within blm prompted blm to lift s
band as If to ward off a leaping thine
from bis breast
Jan noted the backward step, the
guarded uplift of band, and with an
ngonlzed cry be burled bis face In bli
bands. In another Instant be bad
turned and, before Cummins' Btnrtled
voice found words, bad opened the
door and run out into tbe night Ths
mnn saw blm darting swiftly toward
the forest and called to him, but there
was no response.
Fainting Itself each Instant more
plainly througb tbe tumult of bis emo
tions was what Jau had come to know
as the picture In bis brain. Shadowy
and Indistinct at first, In pale, elusive
lines of mental fabric, he saw tbe pic
ture growing, and in Its growth be
saw first the soft, sweet outlines of a
woman's fnce and then grent Inrln.
eyes, dark like his own. And be
fore these eyes, which gazed upon blm
with overwbelmtng love, all else faded
awny from before Jnn Thoreau. The
Are went out of bis eyes, bis fingers
relaxed, and after a little while be
got up ont of tbe snow, shivering, and
went bnck to the cabin.
Cummins asked no questions. He
looked at Jan from bis cot and watch
ed the boy silently as be undressed
and went to bed, and In tbe morning
the whole incident passed from bir
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
This cake I? a favorite In many a Nev
England family. Take a cupful of cola
boiled hominy and stir Into It one and a,
half cupfula of sour milk. Into which
have been dissolved a teaspoonful of soda
and half a teaspoonful of salt. Then add
a heaping tablespoonful of supar and a
tnbleepoonful of melted butter and t.
level cupful of flour. Hako In a mod
ivate oven and, when done, sprinkle
miliar over the top. Thta la equally
good hot or cold.
Sweet milk may be nuhstltuted for th
sour milk, r heaping teai,poonful of bak
ing powder belnt,' substituted for the soda.
Give me tho power to lovn and to live,
Power to listen, to hope, to torsive.
Olvo me the Brace to be patient, to see.
Glvo me deep Knowledge of Thy lov
Give me the mercy that no words can tell
Give me the kindness that great heart!
Give me the power to feel and to know,
As Thou uouldst have me fashion me
Vlrclnla Kline, In October Alnslee's.
Some clipped furnished room nds forrr.
a complete outfit nnd equipment for n
hunt for n new plaeo to live. Now nnd
then, add to the equipment a few street
I'.STATi: OV AMIKIIT A. III.ISS,
STATE OK VEKMONT, District ot
The Honorable Probate Court foi
the district ntnroBn;e.
To all persons Interested In the ts
tnto of Albert A. Miss, late of Willis,
torn lu uid dlvtrict, doceased.
Whereas, said Court has assigned th
nth dny of October next, at 10 s.
ni,, for uxumluiiiK and allowing the
account of the executrix of the
estate of said deceased, anc for a de
cree of the residue of said estate to
the lawful claimants or the same,
and ordered that public notice thereoi
be given to all persons Interested In
said estate by publlahtnr this order
three weeks successively previous to
the day assigned, in the Uurllngton
Dally Free Press, a newspaper pub.
Ilshed at Hurllnejton, In said district.
Therefore, you are hereby notified
to nppoar at the Probate Office In
llurllngton, In said district, on the day
assigned, then and there to contest
the allowance of said account If you
ee cause, and to establish your rights
as heirs, locators and lawful claim
ants to said residue.
Given under my hand, this 12th day
of tientomlier ',n;.
J, II. MACOMB Kit,