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SATURDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 9, 1901.
LORDS OF THE, NORTH jvSl j^euL, CHAPTER XXII. A HAY OF RECKONING. ! As -well play pussy-wants-a-corner with a | tiger as makebeliavo war with, an Indian, In j both, eases the fun. may become ghastly earn est with no time for cry-<juUs. So it was with th« great fur-trading companies at the begiu ning of this century. Each held the- Indian iv subjection and thought to use- him with <liiring Impunity against Its rival. And each •was caught In the meshes or its own merry Came. 1. as a Nor'wester, of course, consider that the- lawless act* of the Hudson's Bay had been for three years educating the natives up to the tragedy of June 19, ISI6. But this is wholly a partizan opinion. Certainly both companies have lied outrageously about the results of their quarrelo. The truth is, Hud sou's Bay and NorVesters were playing war "with the. Indian. Consequences (having ex oe»*J^4 au calrolatlon. both companies would Ca-n in-ee themselves of blame. For instance, It has been said the Hudson's Ray people h«A no intention, of intercepting th<.< Northwest brigade bound up the Red and i Assinibolne for the interior—this assertion de spifcj the faot that our rivals had pillaged ev ery Northwest fort that could be attacked. >»*ow I acknowledge the Nor' westers disclaim (hostile purpose in ithe rally of 800 Bols-Brules to the Portage; but this stts not well with the warlike appearance of these armed plains i rangers, who sallied forth to protect the Fort "William express. Nor does It agree -with the expectation* of the Indian rabble, who flocked on our roar like carrion birds keen for the spoils of battle. Uoth companies hadr- it w«-re—leveled ond cocked their weapons. To Mud them off needed but a spark, and a slight misunderstanding ignited that spark. My arrival at the Portage had <the lnstanta neous effect of sending two strong battalions cf Dois-Brules hot-foot across the country to meet tho Port William express before it could reach Fort Douglas. They were to convoy It ! overland to a point on. the Assiniboine where It could be reshipped. To the second of these parties I attached myself. I was anxious to attempt a visit to Hamilton. There was some one else whom, I hoped to find at Fort Doug- I las; so I refused to rest at the Portage, though I had been in my saddle almost con stantly for twenty days. When we set out, I confess I did not like j the look of things. Those Indians smeared j with paint and decked out with the feathered j war-cap kept increasing to our rear. There j were the eagles! Where was the carcass? I The presence of these sinister fellows, hot with the lust of blood, had ominous signifi cance. Among the halfbreeds there was un concealed excitement. Shortly before we struck off the AtMciboine trail northward foT the Red, in order to meet the expected brigade beyond Fort Douglas. eo:ne of our people slipped back to the Indian | rabble. When they reappeared, they were togged out in native wargear with too many tomahawks end pistols for the good of those who might Interfere with our mission. There was no mis-understanding the ugly temper of the men. Here, I wish to testify that explicit orders were given for the forces to avoid paw ing near Fort Douglas, or in any way provok ing a conflict. There was placed in charge of our division Oie most powerful plain-ranger in the service of .the company, the one person of all others who might control tiie natives In case of an outbreak—and that man was Cuth bert Grant. Pierre, the minstrel, and six clerks were also In the party; but what could a handful of moderate men. do with a horde of Indians and Metis wrought up to a fury of revenge? "Now deuce take those rascals! What are they doing?" exclaimed Grant angrily, as we left the river trail and skirted round a slough of Frog Plains on the sldo remote from Fort ]>oug!as. Our forces were following in strag gling disorder. The first battalions of the Bois-Brules, which had already rounded the marsh, were now in the settlement on Red river bank. It was to them that Grant re ferred. Commanding a halt and raising his epy-glass, he took an anxious survey of the foreground. "There's something seriously wrong," he eaid. "Strikes me we're near a powder mine! Here, Gillesple, you look!" He handed the field-glass to m«. A great commotion was visible among the settlers. Ox-carts packed with people were j jolting in hurried confusion towards Fort Douglas. Behind, tore a motley throng of men, women and children, running like a frightened flock of sheep. Whatever the cause of alarm, our men. -were not molesting- them; ii>r I ■watched the horsemen proceeding leis- j urely to the appointed rendezvous, till the last rider disappeared among the woods of the river path. "Seared! Badly scared! That's all. Grant." said I. "You've no idea what -wild 6torie3 we going the rounds of the settlement about j the Bols-Brulea!" "And you've no idea, '• young man, what wild stories are going the rounds of the Bois- Biuies about (the settlement," wai Grant's moody reply. lly chance acquaintance with the Assini bolne encampment had given me some idea, but I did not tell Grant so. "Perhaps they've taken a few old fellows prisoners to Insure the fort's good behavior, while we save our baoon." r suggested, "If they have, those Highlanders will go i hack to Fort Douglas shining bald as a red I ball," answered the pjadn-ranger. In 'this Grant did his people injustice; for of those prisoners taken, by the advance guard, not a hair of their heads was injured. The warden was nervously apprehensive. This was unusual with him; and I have alnce wondered if his dark forebodings arose from better knowledge of the Bols-Brules than I pOMCMed, or from some premonition. "There'd be some reason for uneasiness, if you weren't here to control them. Grant." | mid 1, nodding towards the Indians and Metis. "One man against a host! What can I do?" he asked gloomily. '.'Good gracious, man! T)o! Why, do what you came to do! Whatever's the matter with you?" 'lie swarthy face had turned a ghastly, yel lowish tint, and he did not answer. " 'Pon my honor," I exclaimed. "Are you 111, man?" " 'Tlsn't that. When I went to sleep last | night, there were—corpses all round me. I thought 1 was- in a charnel-house and " "Good gracious, Grant!" I shuddered out. "Don't you go off your head next! Leave that, for us green <\hap»! Besides, the Indians [ were raiding ateneh enough with a dog-stew to fill any brain with fumes. For goodness' sake, let's go on, meet those fellows with the brigail.?, secure that express and get <>tf this 'powder mine'—as you call it." "By all means!" Grant rersponded, giving the order, and we moved forward, but only at , enall pace; for I think he wanted to give the *ettlerß plenty of time to reach the fort. By 6 o'clock In the afternoon we had almost rounded the slough and were gradually clos ing towards the wooded ground of the river bank. We were within earshot of the settlers. They were flying past with terrified cries of "The ha!fbreed3! The halfbreeds!" when I heard Gramt groan from sheer alarm and mut ter: "Look! look! The lambs coming to meet the wolves!" ';■' Tj this day I cannot account for the mad nets of the thing. There, some twenty 'or thirty Hudson's Bay men—mere youths most of them— coming with all speed to head us off from the river path, at a wooded point ', called Seven Oaks. What this pigmy band j thought Si could do against our armed men, j I do not know. The blunder on their part was so unexpected and inexcusable, it never dawned on us the panic-stricken, settlers had spread a report of raid, and these poor valiant defenders had come out to protect the colony. If that be the true explanation of their rash conduct. in tempting conflict, what were they thinking about to leave the walls of their fort during danger? My own opinion is that with Lord Selkirk's presumptuous claims to exclu sive possession in Red river and the recent high-handed success of -the Hudson's Bay, the men of Fort Douglas were bo" flushed with pride they did not realize the risk of a brusli Trith the Bois-Brules. Mu<!h, too, may be etrtibuted to Governor Semple's inexperience; tout it was very evident the purpose of the force deliberately blocking our path was not peaceable. If the Hudson's Bay blundered in coming out to A StolT of tne Trap pers and Pioneers of the Great Northwest. By A. C. LAUT. Copyright I'JOO. challenge us, so did we, I iiaukly admit;'for we regarded the advance aa an audacious trick to hold us back umfl the Fort William express could be captured. Now that the thing he feared had come, all hesitancy vanished from Grant's manner. Steeled and cool like the leader he was, he sternly commanded the surging Metis to keep b*ck. Straggling Indians and halt breeds dashed to our foreranks with the rush of a tempest and chafed hotly against the warden. At a'word from Grant, the men swung across the enemy's course sickle shape; but they were furious at this dis ciplined restraint. Prom horn to horn of thr crescent rode the plalnranger, lashing horses back to the circle and shaking bis fist In the quailing face of many a bold rebel. Both sides advanced within a short distance Of each other. We could see that Governor Semple himself, was leading the Hudson's Bay men. Immediately Boucher, a North west clerk, was sent forward to parley. Now, 1 hold the Nor'-westers would not have done that if their purpose had been hostile; but Koucher rode out, waving his hand and call ing: "What do you want? What do you want?" "What do you want, yourself?" came Gov ernor Semple's reply with some heat and not a little insolence. t "We want our fort," demanded Boucher, slightly taken aback, but thoroughly angered. liis horse was prancing restively within pis tol range of the governor. "Go to your fore, then! Go to your fort!" returned Sempl with stinging contempt in manner and voice. He might as well have told us to go to Gehenna; for the fort was scattered to the lour winds. "The fool!" muttered Grant. "The fool! Let him answer for the consequences. Their blood be on their own heads." Whether the 15ois-Brules, who had lashed their horses into a lather or foam and were cursing out threats in the ominous undertone that precedes a storm burst, now encroached upon the neutral ground in spite of Grant, or were led gradually forward by the warden as the Hudson's Bay governor' 6 hostility in creased, I did not In the excitement of the moment observe. One thing is certain, while the quarrel between the Hudson's Bay gov ernor and the North-west clerk was becoming more furious, our surging cohorts were clos ing in on the little band like an irresistible tidal wave. I could make out several Hud sou's Bay faces, that seemed to remind mo of my Fort Douglas visit; but of the rabble of Nor'-westers and Bois-Bruies disguised in hideous wargcar, 1 dare avow not twenty of us were recognizable. ".Miserable rogue!" Boucher was shouting utterly btside himself with rage and flourish ing his gun directly over the governor's head "Miserable rogue! Why have you destroyed our fort?" "Call him off, Grant! Call him off, or it's all up!" I begged, seeing the parley go from bad to worse: but Grant was busy with the Bois-Brules and did not hear. "Wretch!" Governor Semple exclaimed in a loud voice. "Dare you to speak so to me!" and he caught Boucher's bridle, throwing the horse back on its haunches. Bcucher, agile as a cat, slipped to the ground. "Arrest him, men!" commanded the gov ernor. "Arrest him at once!" But the clerk was around the other side of the horse, with his gun leveled across Its back. Whether, when Boucher jumped down, our bloodthirsty knaves thought him shot and broke from Grant's control to be avenged, or whether Lieutenant Holt of the Hudson's Bay at that unfortunate juncture discharged his weapon by accident, will never be known. Instantaneously, as If by signal, our men with a yell burst from the ranks, leaped from their saddles and using horses as breast work, fired volhy after volley into the gov ernor's party. The neighing and plunging of the frenzied ' horses added to the tumult.' The Hudson's Bay men were shouting out in coherent protest: but what they said was drowned in the shrill war-cry of the Indians. Just for an instant, I thought I recognized one particular voice in that shrieking babel, which flashed back memory cf loud, derisive laughter over a camp tire and at the buffalo hunt; but all else was forgotten in the ■terrible consciousness that our men's mur derous onslaught was deluging the prairie with innocent blood. Throwing himself between the Bois-Brules and the retreating band, the warden implored his followers to grant truce. As well plead j with wild beasts. The half-breeds wtre deaf I to commands, and in vain tholr lea/ler argued i with blows. The shooting had beo-n of a blind I sort, and few shots did more than wound; but the natives were venting the pent-up hate of three years and would give no Quarter. From i musketry volleys the fight had become hand to-hand butchery. I had dismounted and was beating the scoundrels back with the butt euc! of my gun, begging, commanding, adjuring them to desist, when a Hudson's Bay youth swayed forward and fell wounded at my feet. There was the baffled, anguished scream of some poor wounded Fellow driven to bay, and I saw Lapltuite across the r'eld, covered with I blood, reeling and staggering back from a dozen red-skin furies, who pressed upon their fagged victim, snatching at his throat like hounds at the neck of a beaten stag. With a bound across the prostrate form of the youth, I ran to the Frenchman's aid. Louis saw me coming and struck out so valiantly, the wretched cowards darted back just as I have seen a miserable pack of open-mouthed curs dodge the last desperate sweep of antlerivi head. That gave me my chance, and I fell en their rear with all the might I could put | In my muscle, bringing the flat of my gun i down with a i rasa on created head-toggery, and striking right and left at Louis' assail ants. "Ah—mon dieu—comrade," sobbed Louis, falling in my arms from sheer exhaustion, while the tears trickled down in a white fur row ovfcr his blood-splashed cheeks, "mon dieu—comrade, but you pay me back gen erous!" "Tutts, man, this is no time for settling J old scores and playing the grand! Run for | your life. Run to the woods and swim the ; river! " Wiih that I flung him from me, for 1 heard the main body of our force ar~ proaching. "Run." 1 urged, giving the Frenchman a push. [ "The run—ha—ha —my old spark," laughed Louis, with a tearful, lack-life sort of mirth, "the run —it has all run out," and with a pitiful reel down he fell in a heap. 1 caught him under the armpits, hoisted him to my shoulders, and made with all speed lor the wooded river bank. My pace j was a tumble more than a run down the river cliff, but 1 left the man at the very water's edge, where he could presently strike out for the far side and regain Fort Douglas by swimming across again. Then 1 hurried to the battlefield in search of the wounded youth whom 1 had left. As I bent above him, the poor lad rolled over, gazing piteously with the death-look on his face, and I recognized the young Xor-wester who had picked flow ers with me for Frances Sutherland and aft erwards deserted to the Hudson's Bay. The boy moaned and moved his lips as If speak ing, but 1 heard no sound. Stooping on one knee. 1 took his head on the other and bent to listen; but he swooned away. Afraid to leave him—for the savages were wreaking indescribable barbarities on the fallen—l | picked him up. His arms and head fell back i limply as if he were dead, and holding htm I thus, I again dashed for the fringe of woods. Rogers of the Hudson's Bay staggered against me wounded, with both hands thrown up ready to surrender. He was pleading in broken French for mercy; but two half breeds, one with cocked pistol, the other with knife, rushed upon him. 1 turned away that I might not see; but the man's unavail ing entreaties yet ring in my ears. Farther on. Governor Semple lay, with lacerated arm and broken thigh. He was calling to Grant "I'm not mortally wounded! If you could get me conveyed to the fort I think I would live!" Then I got away from the field and laid my charge In the woods. Poor lad! The pallor of death was on every feature. Tearing open his coat and taking letters from an inner pocket to send to relatives, I saw a knife stab in his chest, which no mortal could survive. Battle is pitilesa. I hurriedly left the dying boy ana went back to the living, ordering a French half-breed to guard him. "Se that no oue mutilates this body," said I, "and I'll reward you." My shout seemed to recall the lad's con sciousness. Whether he fully understood the terrible significance of my words, 1 could j not tell; but he opened his eyes with a re -1 proachful glazed stare; aud that was the last : I saw of him. Knowing Grant would have difficulty in ob taining carriers for Governor Semple, and only too anxious to gain access to Fort Doug las, 1 ran with haste towards the recumbent form of the fallen leader. Grant was at some . distance scouring the field tor reliable men, aud while I was yet twenty or thirty yards away an Indian glided up. "Dog!" he hissed in the prostrate man's fa^e. "You have caused all this! You shall not live! Dog that you are!" Then something caught my feet. I etumbled ] and fell. There was the flare of a pistol shot in Governor Semple's face and a slight cry. Tha next moment 1 was by his side. The shot had tr.ken effect In the breast. The body was yet hot will life; but there was neither breath nor heart beat. A few of the Hudson's Bay band gained hid ing In the shrubbery and escaped by swim ming across to the east bank of fhe Red, but the remnant tried to reach the fort across the I plain. Calling me. Grant, now utterly dis trailed, directed his efforts to this quarter. 1 with difficult; captured my horse and gal loped off to Join the warden. Our riders were 'circling round something uot far from, the fort walls and Grant was tearing over the prairie, commanding them to retire. It seema. when Governor Semple discovered the strength of our forces, he sent some of his men back to Fort Douglas for a fleldpiece. Poor Semple, with his European ideas of In dian warfare! The Bois-Brules did not wait for that fleldpiece. The messengers had trun dled It ou.t only a &hort distance from the gateway when they met the fugitives flying back with news of the massacre. Under protection of the cannon, the men made a plucky retreat to the fort, though the Bois- Bru'es harassed them to the very walls. This disappearance—or rath»r extermination—of the enemy, as well as the presence of the Jield-gjii, which was a new terror to the In diana, gave Grant his opportunity. He at once rouuded the men up and led them, off to Frog Plains, on the other side of the swamp. Here we encamped for the night, and were subsequently joined by the first division of Bois-Brules. CHAPTER XXIII. THE IROQUOIS PLAYS HIS LAST CARD. The Bois-Brules and Indian marauders w rho gathered to our camp were drunk with the most intoxicating of all stimulants—human blood. Thu> flush of victory excited the red- BklxM' vanity to a boastful frenzy. There was wild talk of wiping the paleface out of exist ence; and if a weaker man than Grant had been at the head of the forces, not a wrhite In the settlement would have escaped massa cre. In spite of the bitterness to which the slaughter at Seven Oaks gave rise, I think all fair-minded people have acknowledged that the settlers owed their lives to the wardens efforts. That night pandemonium Itself could not have presented a more hideous scene than our encampment. The lust of blood is abhorrent enough in civilized races, but in Indian tribes, whose unrestrained, hard life abnormally de velops the instincts of the tiger, it is a thing that, may not be" portrayed. Let us not, with the depreciatory hypocrisy, characteristic of our age, befool ourselves into any belief that barbaric practices were more humane than customs which are the flower of civilized cen turies. Lot us be truthful. Scientific cruelty may do its worst with intricate armaments; but the blood thirst of the Indian assumed the ghastly earnest of victors drinking the warm lifeblood of dying enemies and of torturers laving hands lv a stream yet hot from pulsing hearts. Decked out in red-stained trophies, with ecalps dangling from their waists, the natives darted about like blood-whetted beasts; and the halfbreeds were little better, except that they thirsted more for booty than life. There was loud vaunting over the triumph, the igno rant rabble imagining their warriors heroes of a great battle, instead of the murderous plunderers they were. Pierre, the rhymester, according to his wont, broke out in jubilant celebration of the halfbreeds' feat:* Ho-ho! List you now to a tale of truth. Which I, Pierre, the rhymester, proudly sing. Of the Bois-Brules, whose deeds dismay The hearts of the soldiers serving the king! Swift o'er the plain lode our warriors brave To meet the gay voyageurs come from the sea. *It should scarcely be necessary for the author to state that these are the sentiments of the Indian poet expressing the views of the savage towards the white man, and not the white man toward the savage. The poem is as close a translation of the original bal lad sung by Pierre in Metis dialect the night of the massacre as could be given. The In dian nature is more in harmony with the hawk and the coyote than with the white man; hence the references. Other thoughts embodied In this crude lay are taken directly from the refrains of the trappers chanted at that time. Out came the bold band that had pillaged our land, Aud we taught them the plain is the home of the free. We were passing along to the landing place. Three hostile whites we bound on the trail. The enemy came with a shout of acclaim, We flung back the taunts with the shriek of a gale. "They have come to attack us," our people cry. Our cohorts spread out in a crescent horn, Their path we bar In a steel scimitar. And their empty threats we flout with scorn. They halt in the face of a dauntless foe, They spit out their venom of baffled rage! Honor, our breath to the very death! So we proffer them peace, or a battle-gage. The governor shouts to his soldiers. "Draw!" 'Tls the enemy strikes the first fateful blow! Our men break from line for the battle-wine Of a fighting race has a fiery glow. The governor thought himself mighty in power. The shock of his strength—Ha-ha!—should be kuown From the land of the sea to the prairie free Aud all free men should be overthrown!* But naked and dead on the plain lies he, Where the carrion hawk and the sly coyote Greedily feast on the great and the least, Without respect for a lord of note. The governor thought himself mighty in power. He thought to enslave the Bois-Brules, "Ha-ha!" laughed the hawk. Ho-ho! let him mock. "Plain rangers ride forth to slay, to slay." ♦Governor Semple unadvisedly boasted that the shock of his power would be felt from Montreal to Athabasca. Whose cry outpierces the night bird's note? Whose voice mourns sadly through sighing trees? What spirits wail to the prairie gale? Who tells his woes to the evening breeze? Ha-ha! We know, though we tell it not, We fought with them till none remained. The coyote knew, and his hungry crew Licked clean the grass where the turf was stained. Ho-ho! List you all to my tale of truth. "Tis I, Pierre, the rhymester, this glory tell Of freedom saved and brave bands laved In ithe blood of tyrants who fought and fell! The whole scene was repugnant beyond en durance. My ears were so filled with the death cries heard In the afternoon I had no relish for Pierre's crude recital of what seemed to him a glorious conquest. I could not rid my mind of that dying boy's Bad face. Many half-breeds were preparing to pillage the settlement. Intending to protect the Suth erland home and seek the dead lad's body, I borrowed a fresh horse and left the tumult of the camp. 1 made a detour of the battlefield in order to teach the Sutherland homestead before night. I might have saved myself the trou ble; for every moveable object—to the doors and window sashes—had been taken from the little house, whether by lather ana aaugnter before going to the fort, or by the marauders, I did not know. It was unsafe to returned by the wooded river trail after dark and I Btruck directly to the clearing and followed the path parallel to the bush. When 1 reached Seven Oakes, I was first apprised' of my *vhere abouts by my horse pricking forward his ears and sniffing the air uncannily. I tight ened rein and touched him with the spur but he snorted and jumped sideways with a'sud denness that almost unseated me, then came to a stand, j shaking as If wrth; chill. Some thing skulked across the trail and ; gained cover in the woods. With a reassuring pat, I THE MINNEAPOLIS JOURNAL. tMs POLYGAMOUS IDEAL ijjllvta FItKBX \AS. KBOSSBLAEK BITS Copyright, 1901, by F. V. R. Dey. They sat facing each other in the dinlng rootn of the St. Denis. Palu, entreaty, pathos, anger, consternation and doubt were com poßitely depicted on his features. Hers shone with calm resolution, fearlessness and defi ance. Between them, on the table, nothing remained but the coffee. The room itself was almost deserted, for the hour was late and nearly all of the guests had departed. "Can there be a higher, nobler career for any woman than that of wife and mother?" he demanded. "There are careers and careers. Just now I cannot see my way clear to adopt the matrimonial one. I will not marry now. Perhaps never! I do not know. AH that I do know is this—the thought is repugnant. My mind is bent upon other things. I have ambitions." Then she raised her eyes, and looking him squarely in the face, said half quizzically and yet with earnestness, "If you were five men in one instead of one man In ten thousand, I might marry you and try "Good heavens," he exclaimed, but without raising his voice. "You are entirely beyond me to-night. I cannot understand you. Is it that you doubt my love?" "No," she replied calmly, while with deli cate precision she balanced a sugar cube on the handle of her spoon. "I <j 0 not doubt your love, but I do doubt the adaptability of the love of any man through all the circum stances and conditions of married life. You are nearer my ideal, or rather my idea of what a man should be, than I ever hoped to realize until I knew you, but if I should con sent to take you down from the pedestal where my fancy has placed you I feel that it would be your undoing and mine. Let us remain as we are—l, to pursue my career; you, to climb to the top of your profession! You see." and she raised her eyes again and smiled brightly upon him, "you are not five men. You are only one man." He was silent, gazing through the window and wondering vaguely why the street lamp across the way flared so badly in the open air. "Shall I explain to you what I mean by five mem instead of one man?" she questioned. "As you please," he replied moodily. "If I were five, one of us would poison the other four. However, let me hear this orig inal polygamous doctrine of yours." "Polygamous! Gracious!" she exclaimed "I had not thought of it in that light. How ever, to be thoroughly satisfied-from waking to sleeping nothing short of five men could fulfill my ideal of matrimonial bliss. You must remember my childhood. I lived among five aunts. As a rule, I spent from six months to a year with each and then recom menced the circuit. By combining the good qualities, or what I at least conceived to be the good qualities, of the five men of those families into one man and eliminating the bad ones, the perfect husband would be created. But it is impossible of achievement He would have to be In five different places at once almost every hour in the day; hence there is only one solution—five husbands'" ' Sho sipped her coffee complacently and raising her clear eyes again to his, said coolly, "Do you love me?" He started perceptibly. The blood rushed to his face in a quick flush, then fled again, leaving H paler and more haggard than be fore. She fixed her eyes upon his, smiling bright ly, *nd she held his gaze until the anger died out of If. Then she proceeded calmly: "As a single man you have ambition. If you should marry me and should love me as I want to be loved, there would be no room for ambition or for any other attribute than the one you give to me—love. Vat I would have you ambitious. If I were to become your wife and you undertook to fill to re pleteness my ambitious dreams for you, love would wither and die. unclothed, unfed, for gotten. How would yevu provide that neces sary and mighty dollar should we be man and wife, if professional ambition stood be tween you and earthly gain—if love detained you from your daily business tasks—lf social obligations rendered you heavy-eyed and sol- urged my horse back towards the road, for the prairie was pitted with badger and gopher holes; but the beast reared, baulked and absolutely refused to be either driveii or coaxed. "Wise when men are fcols!" said I, dis mounting. Bringing the reins over hie head, 1 tried to pull him forward: but he planted all fours and jerked back, almost dragging me off my feet. "Are you possessed?" I exclaimed, for if ever horror were plainly expressed by an animal, it was by that horse. Legs rigid, head bent down, eyes starting forward and nostrils blowing in and out, he was a picture of terror. Something wiggled in the thicket. The horse rose, on his hind legs, wrenched the rein from my hand and scampered across the plain. I sent a shot into the bush. There was a snarl aud a sc-urrytng through the underbrush. "Pretty bold wolf! Never saw a broncho act that way over a coyote before!" I might as well find the body of th? Eng lish lad before trying to catch my horse, so I walked on. Suddenly, in the silver-white of a starry sky, I saw what had terrified the animal. Close to the shrubbery lay the stark form of a white man, knees drawn upwards anl arms spread out like the bars of a cross. Was that the lad I had known? I rushed towards the corpse—but. as quickly turned away. From downright lack of courage, I could not look at it: for the body was muti lated beyond semblance to humanity. Would that I had strength and skill to paint that dead figure as it was! Then would* those, who glory in the shedding of blood, glory to their shame- and the pageant of war be stripped of all its false toggery revealing curnage and slaughter in their revolting nakedness. I could not look back to know if that were the lad, but ran aimlessly towards the soene of the Seven Oaks fray. As I approached, there was a great flapping of wings. L"p rose buzzards, scolding iv angry discord at my interruption. A pack of wolves skulked a few feet off and eyed me impatiently, boidly waiting to return when 1 left. Thp im pudence of the brutes enraged me and I let go half a dozen charges, which sent them to a more respectful distance. Here were more bodies like the first. I counted eight within a stone's throw, and there were twice as many between Seven Oaks and the fort. Where they lay, I could tell very well; for hawks wheeled with harsh cries overhead and there was a vague movement of wolfish shapes along the ground. What possessed me to hover about that dreadful scene, I cannot imagine, unlesa the fear ot those creatures returning; but I did not carry a thing with which I could bury the dead. Involuntarily, I sought out Rogers and Governor Semple; for I had seen the death of each. It was when seeking these that I distinguished the faintest motion of one figure still clothed and lying apart from the others. The sight riveted me to the spot. Surely it was a mißtake! The form could not have moved! It must have been some error of vision, or a trick of the shadowy starlight; but I could not take my eyes from the prostrate form. Again the body moved — —distinctly moved—beyond possibility of fancy, the chest heaving up and sinking like a man struggling but unable to rise. With the ghastly dead and the ravening wolves all about, the movement of that wounded man was strangely terrifying and my knees knocked with fear as I ran to his aid. The man was an Indian, but his face I could not see; for one hand staunched a wound in his head and the other gripped a knife with which he had been defending him self. My first thought was that he must be a Nor"-wester, or his body would not have escaped the common fate; but if a Nor' wester, why had he been left on the field? So 1 concluded he was one of the camp-fol lowers who had joined our forces for plun der aud come to a merited end. Still he was a man; and I stooped to examine him with a view to getting him on my horse and tak ing him back to the camp. At first he was unconscious of my pres ence. Gently I tried to remove the left hand from his forehead, but at the touch, out struck the right ha,nd in vicious thrusts of the hunting knife, one blind cut barely missing my arm. "Hold, man!" I cried, "I'm no foe, but a friend!" and I caught the right arm tightly. At the sound of my voice, the left hand emn-brained at the beginning of each fiscal day? Do you know that every woman has a fad, and have you not discovered mine?" "No. What is it?" "How many hours daily, think you, I spend a-wheel? Could you accompany in© on one century ran? How reconcile love, ambition, the social world, money-getting and athletic sports, and fitill find time among the duties of a husband to be what you would honestly define a man? Have you not yet discovered why I made that polygamous remark?" For a moment after she had finished speak ing he made no comment. Presently he rose an,d took his hat and cane. "Shall we go?" he said. "No," she replied calmly, not moving. "Sit down again. 1 want before we part to con vince you of the unwisdom of any thought of marriage between us, e.t least for years to tome." "I am convinced," he replied, reseating himself. "What, already?" "Quite- convinced." "What do you think of my theory?" "I think it quite worthy of a purposeless woman who has no room in her heart for any other love than self. It is the theory of a thoroughly heartless, selfish woman whose career is already attained, and I tremble when I think that you might have said 'yes.' Shall wo go now?" "At once—if you please—at OJlce." * ♦ • • * Somehow they did not meet soon again. He scowled upon the world, and applied every energy of his life to his professional work, she tossed her head in anger and chagrin | and sought for extra force and pith with j which to impregnate her literary work. Thu ambitious hopes which he had entertained prospered and were at last fulfilled, for he attained the height if not the zenith of his profession. The career for which she had prayed fell upon her like a mantle when least expected and moat unsought. In a way both were famous; each was prosperous. They had traveled as the letter V ie formed, part ing in anger where the arms lead off in either direction, each too proud to inquire concerning the other. Neither married. They met, apparently by accident, in the J dim library of a mutual friend. Exactly how the friend had managed the meeting she | never confessed. From the distance came the murmur of voices, the ripple of laughter. The mutual friend was giving a literary eve ning. He and she were expected to appear as lion and lioness for the occasion. But first the hostess closed the door on them, and they stood face to face in the rose-colored light. The hostess was noted for her clever arrangement of general effects. It was the first time that they had seen each other since that last dinner at the St. Denis. She had made her career and had discovered that it could not confer all the happiness which her feminine nature re quired. He had gratified ambition, attained wealth, wag socially popular and had become a pat ron of athletics. But when the door closed behind their hostess he knew that his love for this woman had alone made his quartet of success possible. He told her co in calm, straightforward words. "Ambition, wealth, social pleasures and even sports," he said, "I have pursued only because I knew that somewhere in the world you lived, and 1 found a selfish pltrftsure in pleasing you, even though it were without your knowledge." And ehe, smiling through tears of happi ness, replied: "1 hace lived long enough to know that the one man who truly loves possesses more real worth than any composite being might. If you love me, it is all I ask, for by love and through love all other things are possible." Presently the hostess returned and, peering into the room, said: "Well?" "We are to be married to-morrow," he re plied, "quietly, here in your parlors." And the hostess again said: "Well!" swung out, revealing a frightful gash, and the next thing 1 knew his left arm had en circled my neck like the coil of a strangler, five fingers were digging into the flesh of my throat and Le Grand Diable was making frantic efforts to free his right hand and plunge the dagger into me. The shock of the discovery threw me off my guard, and for a moment there was a struggle, but only for a moment. Then the wounded man fell back, writhing in pain, his face contorted with agony and hate. I do not think he could see me. He must have been blind from that wound. 1 stood back, but his knife still cut the air. "Le Grand Diable! Fool!" I said, "I will not harm you! I give you the white man's word. I will not hurt you!" The right arm fell limp and still. Had i, by some strange irony, been led to this spot that I might witness the death of my foe? Was this the end of that long career of evil' "Le Grand Diable!" I cried, going a pace nearer, which seemed to bring back the ebb ing life. "Le Grand Diable! You cannot stay here among the wolves. Tell me where to find Miriam and I'll take you back to the camp. Tell me and no one shall harm you! I will save you!" The thin llpa moved. He was saying, or trying to say, something. "Speak louder!" and I bent over him "Speak the truth and I take you to the camp!" The lips were still moving, but I could not hear a sound. "Speak iouder!" I shouted. "Where is Mir iam? Where is the white woman?" I put my ear to his lips, fearful that lift might slip away before I could hear. There was a snarl through the glistening set teeth. The prostrate body gave an up ward lurch. With one swift, treacherous thrust, he drove his knife into miy coat-sleeve, grazing my forearm. The effort coat him his life. He sank down with a groan. The sight- i less, bloodshot eyes opened. 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