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MOLLY SAVES WILTON.
SYNOPSIS. Looking over Big
Muskeg, a seemingly Impassable
swamp In the path of the Missa
tlbl railroad, Joe Bostock, builder
of the line, and Wilton Carruthers,
chief of engineers, are considering
the difficulties. A rifle shot Instant
ly kills Bostock and breaks Car
ruthers' arm. Handicapped as he
Is, Carruthers determines to carry
the body to a station of the Hud
son's Bay company, where one Mc
Donald Is the factor.
CHAPTER I Continued.
2
The.pfcrtage was firm Ice, although
It offered no foundation for a railroad
bed. It ran between two openings In
the low bluffs, and the store was vis
ible from the farther shore.
The Icy blasts pierced through Wil
ton's fur hood and mackinaw as If
they had been cotton. His feet seemed
like foreign bodies attached to his
legs, up which he could feel the numb
ness creeping by Inches toward his
body. And when at last he reached
the portage he looked out with In
credulity toward the opposite shore,
seeing only a flickering line of
shadows through the slit between his
frozen eyelids.
Resolutely clasping the frozen form
with his right arm, he stepped out
upon the surface. The wind, which
blew through the gap with hurricane
violence at almost all times, had
swept the Ice as a broom might sweep
a rink, In enormous circles, glassy and
firm, with whirling snow-piles round
them. Wilton could progress only by
Inches, fighting the full blast of the
gale, and seeing the line of his route
only In fractions of seconds.
He saw the bluffs in front of him,
and the opposite shore nearlng. And
he fought furiously against the creep
ing numbness, knowing that each sec
ond counted for victory. It was per
haps a hundred feet farther. He
opeatf his eyes an Instant. Eighty now
SC ty- perhaps; one last effort
tq eVejs the portage.
Fifty feet! With all of will and
consciousness that remained Wilton
set his face resolutely toward his
landing place, and strode on Into the
bank of snow piled up by the wind be
neath the shelter of the bluffs. His
feet sank through the crackling sur
face, he struggled shoulder-deep to
win the lest lap of the way. And of
a sudden the Ice broke under him and,
twenty-flve feet from the shore, the
snare of Big Muskeg held him.
Instinctively he sought to gather
purchase from the sides of the sink
hole into which he had fallen. The
tourniquet-stick dragged through the
yielding snow, the elbow of the arm
that held Joe's body rested upon the
ice. One instant he buoyed himself
by this means over the peaty slush
that sucked at him beneath. Then,
with a Inst cry that sounded above the
roaring of the gale, he yielded. And,
clutching Joe's body to his oyvn, Wil
ton went down.
CHAPTER II
The Imprint in the Snow.
McDonald, the factor, lay on his bed
in an upstairs room of the house
whose lower story was the trading
store, and looked out through the win
dow over the swamp beneath. It was
two weeks since Molly had found him
lying with closed eyes on the floor,
with the flushed face and heavy breath
ing of apoplexy.
For two and twenty years McDon
ald had lived there, serving the com
pany. Little had changed during that
time. The chief change had been In
himself and, since this was to be meas
ured rather by Isolated happenings
than the steady progress of time, Mc
Donald could have counted on the fin
gers of one hand the scale-marks of his
life.
The little finger was his arrival at
Toronto from Aberdeen, drawn to the
New World by stories of life In the
service of the famous company. TRe
third finger was Mary.
He had met her in Toronto, soon
after his arrival in Canada, and she
had been born In his own town, though
he had not known her there. Moily
knew vaguely that he had championed
her In trouble that had come upon
her, for which she was not to blame.
There had been a blackmailer, a brawl,
a knife-thrust, a blow struck wildly
with some Implement; a dead man, a
white-faced girl clinging to him, and
then tne silence of the starlit streets.
Donald McDonald still bore the scar
of a ripping wound along his right
forearm.
That had been their courtship. The
next day McDonald had married her,
and brought her to the trading post.
Six months later he was In charge of
it. They had been happy during the
year that passed before he laid her
under the tamaracks, and after that
Donald McDonald had lost all wish to
return to Aberdeen or to pursue ad
venture, farther,
Mary had been the third finger on
the hand of McDonald's destiny, and
her death was the middle ono. The
first wag Molly, and It was about her
that his thoughts clustered eternally.
Two seasons at the mission school
ti Moose Lake, a winter in Winnipeg
Big
Mus
By
VICTOR ROUSSEAU
these comprised the girl's experience
of the outside world. She helped her
father In the store, and was a capable
judge of mink and muskrat. She
could bring down a moose at a thou
sand yards, and guide a canoe down
Horseshoe rapids.
She had gone to thw Indian camp,
five miles away, with medicine for a
sick papoose, at daybreak, leaving
her father In the care ef Jules Half
head, the Muskegon, a deaf mute who
worked for the factor during Intervals
of wandering In the bu.h, trapping.
She did not like to leuve htm, for he
had become more moróte since his Ill
ness, and his mind seemed affected.
When at last she entered the factor's
room above the store, radiating youth
and health, she saw with consterna
tion that he was lying weakly on the
pillow, and breathing as heavily as on
the day of his stroke.
"You're feeling no worse, father?"
she asked, sitting down beside him
and taking his hand in hers.
"I'm no" worse," said the factor,
thickly. "You took the letter?"
"It will leave tonight. But I wish
you had let me writ that you are III.
The company would bring you to Win
nipeg. They can do wonders at the
hospital there, and you'd soon recover
the use of your limbs."
Ever since his stroke the factor had
dragged his right leg, and his right
arm hung by his side. He hardly ever
left his bed, and then only to sit,
wrapped In his caribou robe, staring
out through the window at the port
age. "I'll no go to Winnipeg," said Mc
Donald. "I'll just stay here until I'm
better. I'm thinking the Dog Tooths
will be bringing In their peltries next
week. I'm thinking I'll no buy De
cember skins this winter.?
, "I was thinking the same. The fall
was too late; they won't be purchas
able till the middle of next month.
But the Dog Tooths will want debt."
"They'll get no debt," said McDon
ald. "See to It, Molly 1 But I suppose
the squaws will get on the soft side of
ye, and It takes a man to handle them.
I'll have to get well," he continued,
speaking with feverish energy. '
' His mind, which had turned from
one Idea to another, running from Its
fears, now leaped upon them. "What'U
ye do, Molly?" he demanded roughly.
"There, my lass, I dldna mean to put
it to you like that. But where'll ye
go If I dinna?"
"Don't lot us think of that, father."
"Aye, but ye canna -stay here. I
should have spoken before." In his
distress he fell Into his native speech.
"Mony a nlcht Tve laid awake think
ing on It, before I had the stroke, in
the windy wacht here. I thocht I'd
brocht ye up unspotted frae the warld.
And noo "
She laid her other hand on his. "If
the worst should happen, I can take
care of myself. Don't fear for me, fa
ther," she said.
"if ye could have the store. That'd
be best. But the company wouldna
have a woman factor. The company's
consalrvatlve. And the old ' store'll
last out my days and yours, In spite
The First Was Molly.
of Joe Bostock's folly, That's what
Mr. Bowyer called It when he was
here for the moose In October. Joe
Bostock'll never cross Big Muskeg.
And If he could, where'd he "get his
freight and pnssengers?
"If ever this country's opened up,
Tom Bowyer will put his wn line
through. He was telling me bo.
But there's naething here but the
moose and caribou and the Indians.
It's alvfays been that way; it always
will be so." ,
He caught her by the sleeve. "Ye'll
no see Will Carruthers again 1"" he
shouted. '
"I'm not likely to, unless he comes
this way," she answered In a con
strained voice, dreading the outbreak
of violence which she knew would fol
low. "Aye. but he'U be here. I ken the
inon and his kind. The sight of a
pretty face Is meat and drink to him:
He'll be here, and me lying helpless
abed. I tell you I ken the mon. Mr.
Bowyer wás telling me about him. His
name's a by-word among decent folks."
"Well, Mr. Bowyer's own reputation
isn't the best," she retorted, nettled
that she was forced to champion Wil
ton. "You know Mr. Carruthers has
an Interest in Joe Bostock's line. Of
course, Tom Bowyer would try to set
you against them!"
The factor's face grew purple with
rage ; he choked for utterance.
"I ken the whole scheme weel!" he
shouted. "When you went to Winni
peg you got In thick with Kitty Bos
tock, and never a mail comes in but
there's a letter from her. She and
Joe are going to get you there, to leave
me here alone. Aye, I read that letter
the woman wrote you, telling you that
your life was wasted here. I ken what
the warld is; I learned It one night
in Toronto, years ago. And, mark me,
I'd rather see ye lying dead at my
feet than the plaything of a man like
Will Carruthers!"
That had been the burden of his re
proaches ever since Tom Bowyer's
visit the autumn before.
Bowyer had poisoned his mind
against Wilton Molly was sure of
that. She suspected that Bowyer had
some hold over her father. She knew
that, years before, he had secured him
his position with the company. As it
happened, the company needed men
for training Scots ; for the service
had become a tradition In North
Britain since the days of McKenzIe.
And the company does not pick Its
employees out of the highways and
byways.
' Molly had known Tom Bowyer since
childhood, although his visits to
the trading post had occurred not
oftener than once in two or three
years. She bad heard much to his dis
credit In Winnipeg, and had verified It
when he spedt a day or two at the
portage in October. Bowyer saw big
ger game in prospect than the moose,
and. as a beginning, resolved to rid
himself of a possible rival Wilton.
Molly had spoken well of him, and
Bowyer was a keen reader of mind.
When the storm of her father's rage
had passed, the girl went down and
stood miserably In the doorway. His
Insane outbursts were driving her to
the very course he feared. Only his
Illness kept her from going away. She
looked out, her mind In a turmoil of
doubt.
Big Muskeg was at Its loneliest. The
gale was driving the snow before It In
clouds like spray, and the wind howled
through the gap In the bluffs. As the
girl stood there she fancied that she
heard a cry come across the frozen
swamp.
She slipped on the hooded coat
which she had left In the store, and
went slowly toward the portage, lis
tening Intently. The driving wind had
swept a portion of the trodden road
clear of the fallen snow. In this, near
the edge of the muskeg, she saw the
Imprint of a man's snowshoe coming
from the swamp. Her eyes, trained to
observation, detected instantly that
there had been a loose string under
the ball of the foot, which had trailed,
leaving an oblique blur across the
Impression.
There was the one Imprint, and no
more. And, as she looked at It, a gust
of wind drove a cloud of snow over It,
obliterating it. Molly stood up. The
discovery, which seemed of no Impor
tance, passed from her mind. Again
she listened.
Then, with the uncomfortable feel
ing that she was being watched, she
started and peered into the under
brush. A pair of beady eyes watched
her. They were those of Jules, the
half-witted deaf-mute. For the mo
ment Molly was startled. Then she
stepped forward, and the Muskegon
vanished soundlessly among the under
brush. As the girl stood there she thought
she heard the cry once more. At once
she was running down to the edge of
the swamp and, standing her ground
with difficulty in the fierce gale, she
peered out, sheltering her eyes with
her hand.
Then, dimly out of the whirling
snow, she saw a figure, stumbling to
ward her, bearing on Its shoulder
something that looked like a railroad
sleeper.
Sometimes it vanished from her
sight in the circular whirl of sleet,
at others reappeared, stumbling Into
the drifts, but ever nearlng her. It
was within twenty-five feet of her
when it slipped, and there followed
the crash of the rotten ice beneath its
feet. The figure broke through the
slushy layer into the muskeg below.
Thus Wilton Carruthers came to the
portage for the fourth time. And on
this occasion be was saved by the dead
man, for whose lifeless body he bad
risked his own life. For, as he fell,
still clutching at what he bore, the
stiffened form slid out over the un
broken surface and held him bead and
throat above the bog.
In a moment Molly was running to
ward Wilton. Once his "head went un
der, -and she cried out In despair, but
he reappeared, and seemed to cling
automatically to his support, for his
eyes were closed and he was uncon
scious. His face was frozen -white;
It was only the contraction of the
frozen sinews of his fingers that gave
him his hold on Joe's body.
It was then that, In her horror,
Molly recognized Wilton. She crept
toward the break, and lay down on the
Ice, groping toward him with her
hands. She shouted to him to hold fast
and, finding that he was already un
conscious, crept cautiously nearer over
the cracking surface.
Then she saw what It was that Wil
ton had been carrying, and she recog
nized Joe. Stunned momentarily by
the shock, 6he nerved herself to the
task of rescuing the living. She still
crept forward until the upper part of
her body extended across the break.
She placed her hands beneath Wilton's
shoulders and tried to lift him.
It was a task beyond her powers.
As she strained to It, suddenly the Ice
broke all about her, and in a moment
she was floundering beside Wilton In
the water.
At this place the underbed of the
portage was of peat mixed with sand,
covered with water rather than slime.
Molly's feet touched bottom. The wa
ter was only shoulder-deep. With
quick resource she managed to draw
her feet up from the swamp and to
drag Wilton forward a pace or two,
thus freeing him from the clutch of
the muskeg. And now she felt firm
sand under her. She continued to
drag him toward the shore and, as
they moved, Joe's body, still clutched
in the set of Wilton's stiffened fingers,
slid grotesquely over the surface of
the Ice beyond.
And somehow, breaking the rotten
Ice In front of her body as she moved.
And Somehow, Breaking the Rotten
Ice In Front of Her Body as She
Moved, the Girl Succeeded In Get
ting Wilton to the Shore.
the girl succeeded In getting Wilton to
the shore. From ' that point, half
dragging and half carrying him over
the snow, she reached the store at
last. i
She pried the stiff hand from Joe's
body. That was the hardest of her
efforts. Molly left Joe's body upon the
threshold and got Wilton Into her lit
tle room behind the store. She raised
him on the bed and laid him down, his
head upon her pillow.
Her teeth were chattering from the
deadly cold that gripped her, and her
own hands were numb, but she man
aged to strip off Wilton's socks, his
hood, mackinaw and sweater. His
face ' was not badly frozen, but " his
bands and feet were marble white.
Suddenly the girl saw the blood that
discolored the sleeve of Wilton's
shirt. She ripped the sleeve from the
shoulder. She saw that the arm was
broken and that a bullet, enterlDg be
hind, had passed obliquely out, leav
ing a small but not dangerous wound.
The blood had long since ceased to
flow and clotted the wound in a con
gealed, frozen mass.
The danger from the frostbite was
the more Immediate. Molly took snow
from the threshold and began to rub
his face, his feet and his fingers. For
nearly an hour the girl persisted, never
ceasing her efforts, In spite of her
weariness, and the thawing, dripping
clothes about her. And at last the
white skin began to be suffused with
an angry red.
Then sne washed away the clotted
bloosl from the arm and nerved her
self to the task that must be per
formed. At the Moose Lake mission
she had nursed an Indian with a frac
tured leg, set by the superintendent,
and this experience was all she had to
go by. But the break was a simple
one. She brought the edges of the
bone together, made splints from
pieces of packing-case and wound the
whole tightly with cloth smeared with
bear's fat. Then she heated some
broth and poured it, drop by drop,
down Wilton's throat
When she could do no more she took
her clothes out of the room and changed
In another, kept for travelers, separat
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She had just finished when she
beard her father shuffling dowfc the
stairs. It was the first time be had
left his bed. The girl ran to the door
In fear.
"Bowyer got no further, for
Wilton's fist shot out and landed
fairly on his mouth.''
(TO BB CONTINUED.)
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