Colony Courier (Colony, Okla.), Vol. 9, No. 6, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 27, 1917 Page: 3 of 8
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TNI COLONY COVtllR
A STORY OF EARIVIW
Nor only Mu dead fey a mu*
NfMfe hMi AM* foolo mere
Mono hi Vw world few ovor.
Nor hMfeM#* Jealeuey wi ran*
oor booswte pronounood, yet olio
lo gtrangoly hopeful of petting
away from Mo man ami from
feor prooont olroumoUnoo la llfa.
Thon oomoo Mrth aoar to feor.
Now ofeo fearoly oooapoO, why
ofeo feao moro roaooao Man ana
to bo profoundly thankful, lo
toM grephleally In Mia Inctall-
ment * '
Following Mo aiooovtry of Ohovot,
murdered, Oaoolon aoouooo D'Artlgny
•f Mo orlmo—but not In D'Artlfny'o
"True, oo I Eld," bo mid at loot
"Tbey woro to depart boforo dawn.
Tho villain la yonder—see; woll off
that fartboot point, and ’do too lata to
overtake bln now. Sacral thorn la
aansbt far no to do, Mat I ooo, bnt to
bury Hugo Cbevet and go our
Mo klng’o bualnom cannot wait"
On Mo boach alt waa la roadlnooo
for dopartnro, and It was evident
oaousb Mat Moulin bad already spread
Mo nows of CboTot*o murder among
Mo comrades. Oaaslon, however, per*
attted Mo follows little time for die-
canbn, far at bia sharp ordera they
took their places In Mo canoes and
pushed off. The priest was obliged
to assume CbsYofe former position,
and I would gladly bare accompanied
Mm, but Oaaslon suddenly gripped mo
tn bis arms, and without ao much as
a word, waded out through Mo aurf,
and put me down In bis boat clamber.
Ing In btmself, and shouting bio orders
to Mo paddlers.
' I Mink wo woro all of 00 glad
enough to got away. I know I sat
ellont and motlonleas Just whore bo
placed me and stared back across Mo
widening water at Mo desolate, dlo>
mal scene. How lonely and heartsick*
suing it was, Moss few log bouses
against tho bill. Me blackened atumps
Uttering Mo hillside, and Mo gloomy
forest beyond. Tho figures of a few
men wore visible along Me beach, and
once I saw a black-robed priest emerge
from Mo door of Mo mission bouse,
and start down Mo steep path.
The picture slowly faded as wo ad*
vanced, until finally Mo last glimpse
ef Mo log chapel disappeared In Me
base, and wo woro alone on Mo my*
•von D'Artlgny Kept Within Eight
tary of Mo groat lake, gilding aloig
a bare, snlabaMtod chore. I was
on ay awn as It grasped tho side of
"Adels," ho mid, alaoot tenderly.
"Why cbould you bo so sorlouaf Clan*
not wo bo frioodot"
My eyes mot his la surprise.
"Friends, monslsur! Are wo notf
Why do yon address mo Uko Matt"
"Because you treat mo as Mough X
woro a criminal," bo mid earnestly!
"As If X had dons you an evil In mak-
ing yon my wife. Twaa not I who
hastened Mo matter, but Im Barrs.
"TIs not just to condemn mo unheard,
yet I have boon patient and kind. X
Mougbt It might bo Mat you loved
another—la truth 1 Imagined Mat
D'Artlgny had eaat his spell upon yout
yet you surely cannot continue to trust
Mat villain — Ms murderer of your
"How know you Mat to bo trust"
"Because Moro Is no other account
Ing for It,” ho explained sternly; "Tho
quarrel last evening, tho early depar
turn boforo dawn—"
"At your orders, monsieur."
"Ay, but Mo sergeant tolls mo Mo
follow was absent from Mo camp for
two hours (luring Mo nlghti Mat la
tho moonlight he saw him come down
Mo hill. Rvon If ho did not do Mo
deed himself, ho must ham discovered
the body—got ho vetoed no alarm."
I was silent, and my eyes foil from
his face to tho groan wator.
"'Twill bo hard to explain," bo
wont on. "But bo shall have a chance."
"A chancel Ton will question blmi
Ho hesitated whether to answer me,
but there was a cruel smile on bis
"FalM, I do not know. Tie Uko to
bo a eourtmarttal at Mo Bock, If over
wo got him Morel though Mo chances
ore tho feUow will take to Mo woods
when ho finds himself auopoctod. No
doubt tho boot Ming I can do will bo
to my nothing until wo bold him oafs,
though 'tls bard to protend wIM ouch
a villain." *
Ho paused, as If hoping I might
speak, and my silence angered him.
"Bab, If I bad my way Mo young
eoekere! would face a file at our first
camp. Ayl and It will bo for you to
decide If ho does net"
"What Is your moaning, monsieur?"
"That 1 am tired of your play-act-
ing; of your making eyes at Mis forest
dandy behind my back. Sang dleul I
am done wIM all Mis—do you hearV-
and I have a grip now which will
make you Mink twice, my dear, boforo
you work any moro oly tricks on mo.
Bacro, you Mink mo may, hey I I have
In .my band so,” and ho opened and
closed bis fingers suggestively, “the
life of Mo lad."
I bad one glimpse of his face as ho
loaned forward, and Mere was a look
In It which made mo shudder and turn
away. Hla was. no Idle Mreat, and
wheMer Me man truly loved me or
not bis hatred of D'Artlgny wao suf-
ficient for any cruelty.
I realised Mo danger, Me necessity
for compromise, and yet for Me mo-
ment I lacked power to speak, to ques-
tion, fearful lest bis demands would
be greater Man I could grant I bad
no Mought of what I saw, and still
Mat which my eyes rested upon re-
mains pictured on my brain. Me spar-
kle of sun on Mo water, Me distant
green of Mo shore, Me soldiers hud-
dled In Me canoe, Mo dark shining
bodies of Mo Indlkns ceaselessly ply-
ing Me paddles, and beyond us, to Me
left, anoMer canoe, cleaving Me water
swiftly, wIM Pore Alloues’ face turned
toward us, as Mough bo sought to
guess our converoatlon. I was aroused
by Mo grip of Cession's hand.
"Woll, my beauty," bo said harshly,
"haven’t I waited long enoughto team
If It la war or peace between usl"
I laughed, yet I doubt If be gained
any comfort from Me 'expression of
Mo oyss which met hla.
"Why I choose peace of course, mon-
sieur,” I answered, assuming a care-
lessness I waa far from feeling. “Am
I not your wife? Surely you remind
me of It often enough, w I am not
likely to forget; but I resent the In-
ault of your words, nor will you ever
win favor from me by ouch methods.
I have been friendly wIM Steur d’Artt-
gny, It Is true, but Mere Is noMtng
between us. Indeed no word has
passed my Ups In his presence I would
not bo willing for yon to bear. 80
More la no cause for you to spare him
on my account, or root hla fate on any
action of mine."
"Ton will have naught to do with
“There would bo email chance If 1
wished, monsieur; and do you sup-
-poee I would seek companionship wIM
one who bad klllad my under
“Twould scarce 000m so, ykt I
know not what you behove."
"Nor do I myself; yet Me evidence
la aU against Mo man Mbs far. I con-
fess X Should Uko to hoar his defense,
but I make you this pledge In all honor
—I will have no word wIM him, on
condition Mat you file no Margos un-
til wo arrive at Fort Bt Louis."
"Aht" suspiciously, "you think he
has friends Moro to hold him Inno-
"Why should L monsieur? Indeed,
why Mould I care but to have Justice
done? I do not wish hla blood on your
hands, or to Imagine Mat ho lo con-
demned because of hla friendship for
mo rsMer than any other crime. I
know not what friends Mo man feao.
at Mo Bock on Mo Illinois. Ho wao
of La Salle’s parly, and. they ars no
longer In control. La Barrs said Mat
Do Bauglo commanded that peat, and
tor all I know Do Tonty and all hla
men may have departed."
‘"Tls not altogoMor true, and for
Mat reason wo are ordered to Join Mo
company. Do Bauglo has Mo right of
It under commission from La Barrs,
but dose not possess sufllelont soldiers
to exorcise authority. La Salle's men
remain loyal to Do Tonty, and Mo In-
dian tribes look to him for leadership.
Mon dleul It wao reported la Queboo
Mat 11,000 savages woro living about
Mo fort—ayl and D’Artlgny said ho
doubted It not, for Mo meadows wore
covered wIM tepees—00 Do Bauglo has
small Manco to ruts until ho has force
bMInd him. They say Mis Do Tonty
Is of a fighting brood—Ms savages
Mil him tho man wIM Me iron hand—
and 00 Mo two rule between Mom, Mo
ono for La Barrs, and Ms oMer for
La Balia, and wo go to five Mo gov
oner's man moro power."
"You have sufltoleut forcer
"UuIom Mo Indians become hostile!
besides More lo to bo an overland pa*
ty later to Join ua In tho spring and
Stour do Is Durantaya, of Mo regi-
ment of Carlgnan-Salltora la at Mo
Chicago portage. This 1 learned at
"Then It would seem to mo, mon-
sieur, that you could safely wait Mo
trial of D'Artlgny until our arrival at
the fort If bo does not feel himself
suspected, ho will make no effort to
escape, and I give you the pledge you
It was not altogether graciously
that bo agreed to Mia, yet tho man
could not refuse, and I waa glad
enough to escape Muo easily, for It
was my fear that ho might Insist on
my yielding much moro to preserve
D’Artlgny from Immediate condemna-
tion and death. The fellow had Mo
power, and Mo Inclination, and what
good fortune saved me, I can never
know. I Mink ho felt a certain fear
of me, a doubt of bow far ho might
presume on my good nature.
Certainly I gave him small encour-
agement to venture further, and yet
had ho done 00 I would have been at
my wlt’a end. Twice Me words were
upon hla Upa—0 demand Mat I yield
to bis mastery—but be must bsv>a read
la my eyes a defiance he feared to
front, for Mey were not uttered. 'Twaa
Mat ho might have Mia very talk that
ho bad found me place alone In Ms
canoe, and I would have respected
Mm more had he dared to carry out
hla desire. The coward In the man
was too apparent, and yet that very
cowardice was proof'of treachery.
Wbnt he hesitated to claim boldly be
would nttaln otherwise If he could. 1
could place no confidence In bln word,
nor reliance upon hla honor.
The Break of Utorm.
We had no more pleasant weather
for days, Me skies being overcast and
Me wind damp and chill. It did not
rain, nor were Me wares dangerous,
although choppy enough to make pad-
dling tiresome and dlfllcult.
A mist obscured Me view and com-
pelled us to ding close to_ the shore
so ns to prevent becoming lost tn Me
smother, and as we dare not venture
to strike out boldly from point to
point, we lost much time In creep-
ing along Me curves.
The canoea kept closer together,
never venturing to become separated,
and Me men stationed on watch In
Me bows continually called to each
other across Me tossing waters In
guidance. Even D’Artlgny kept with-
in sight, and made camp with ua at
night, although be made no effort to
eeek me, nor did I once detect Mat be
even glanced tn my direction. The
studied Indifference of the man pus-
sled me more than It angered, but I
believed It was bis consciousness of
guilt, rather Man any dislike which
caused bis avoidance. In a way I
rejoiced at his following this course,
as I felt bound by my pledge to Cas-
slon, and bad no desire to further
arouse Me Jealousy of the latter, yet
I remained a woman, and consequent-
ly felt a measure of regret at being
Mus neglected and Ignored.
I had no knowledge of the date, nor
• very clear conception of where wo
were. The night before we had camped
at Me mouM of a small stream, Me
surrounding forest growing down close
to Me shore, and ao Mick as to be
almost Impenetrable. The men had
set up my tent ao dose to the water
the waves broke scarcely a foot away,
and Me fire about which Me oMers
clustered for warmM was bnt a few
Wrapped la my blankets I saw
D'Artlgny emerge from Me darkness
aad approach Oaaslon, wbo drew a
map from his belt pocket end spread
It open on Mo ground In Mo glare of
Ma firs. Tho two moa beat over It,
tracing Ms linos wIM finger tips, evi-
dently determining Melr course for
Mo morrow. Then D'Artlgny mads a
few notes on a scrap of paper, arose
to hla fist aad disappeared.
They had scarcely exchanged a
word, and Me feeling of enmity be-
tween Mom was apparent * Oasslon
sat qntet Mo map still open, and
stared after the younger man until ho
vanished In Mo darkness. Tho look
upon his face was not a pleasant one.
Impelled by a snddsn Impulse 1
arose to my feet Mo blanket still
draped about my shoulders, and
crossed Ms open space to Mo firs.
Oasslon, hearing Ms sound of my ap-
proach, glanced around, his frown
changing Instantly Into a smile.
"Ah, quite an adventure this," he
eald, adopting a tons of pleasantry.
"The first time you have left your
"The first time X have felt desire to
do so," I retorted. "I feel curiosity to
examine your map."
"And welted until X wee alone; I
appreciate Me compliment," and he
removed his hat la mock gallantry.
"There was a time when you would
have come earlier."
“Tour sarcasm to quite uncalled Mr.
Ton have fef fledge relative te Me
Blear d'Arttgny, monsieur, which an*
flees. If you do not care to give mo
glimpse of your map, I will retire
‘‘Pouf! do not be ao easily pricked,
I spoke In Jest. Ay, look at Me pa-
per, but the tracing is so poor 'tie no
better Man a guess where we are. Bit
you down, madame, ao the fire gives
light, and I will abow you our posi-
tion Me best I can.”
"Did not D’Artlgny know?"
"He Minks he does, but bis memory
Is not over clear, as he was only over
this course Me once. 'Tls here be
has put Me mark, while my guess
would be a few leagues beyond."
I bent over, my eyes seeking Me
points Indicated. I had seen Me map
before, yet It told me little, for 1
was unaccustomed to such study, and
Me few points, and streams named
had no real meaning to my mind. The
ouly familiar term was Chicago Por-
tage, and ■ I pointed to it wIM my
“Is It Mere we leave the lake, mon-
“Ay; Me rest will be river work.
You see Mis stream? 'Tls called the
Dea Plaines, and leads Into Me Illi-
nois. D'Artlgny says It Is two miles
Inland, across a flat country. 'Twaa
Pere Marquette who passed this way
first, but since tben many have trav-
ersed It 'Tls like to take us two days
to make the portage.”
"And way up here Is Port des. Morta.
where we crossed the opening Into
Green Bay, and we have come since
all Mis distance. Surely 'tls not far
along the shore now to the portage?"
"Mon dlen, wbo knows! It looks
but a step on the map, yet 'tls not
likely the distance has ever boon
"What said the Sleur d’Artlgny?"
"Bab! the Sleur d'Artlgny; ever It
Is Me Sleur d’Artlgny. 'Tls little be
knows about It. in my Judgment. He
would have It Mlrty leagues yet, but
I make It we are ten leagues to tbe
south of where be puts us. What, are
you goln£ already? Faith, I had hopes
you might tarry here a while yet, and
bold ponverse wIM me."
I paused, In no way tempted, yet
"You had some word you wished to
"There are words enough If you
" 'Tls no fault of yours If I do not.
But not now, monsieur. It Is late and
cold. We take Me boats early and I
would rest while I can."
He was on his feet, the map gripped
In his band, but made no effort to
stop me, ns I dropped him a curtsy,
and retreated. But he was Mere still
when I glanced bnck from out the
safety of Me tent, bis forchend creased
by a frown. When he flnnlly turned
away the map was crushed shapeless
In his fingers.
The morning dawned somewhat
warmer, but with .every promise of a
storm, Mreatonlng clouds banging
above tho water, sullen and menacing,
their edges‘tipped wIM lightning. The
roar of distant thunder came to our
ears, yet there was no wind, and Ces-
sion decided thnt the clouds would
drift souMward, and leave ua safe
passage along the shore. Ills canoe
bad been wrenched In making landing
Ms evening before, and had taken in
considerable water during tbe night
This was balled out, but the Interior
was so wet and uncomfortable that I
begged to bojirtven place In. qnoMer
boat and CHflon consented, after I
had exhibited some temper, ordering
a soldier In Ms sergeant's canoe to
exchange places with me,
Ws msy have proceeded for half a
league, when a fog swept In toward
the land enveloping us In Its folds,
alMough ws wars doss enough to Me
shore so as to keep safely together.
Me word being parsed back down tbe
Use, aad as we drew nearer 1 became
aware that IVArtlgny's boat had
turned about* and he wao endeavoring
te Induce Cession to go ashore and
make camp before tbe storm -broke.
The latter, however, was obstinate,
olalmlng we were dose enough Mr
safety, and finally, In angry voice, In-
sisted upon proceeding on our course.
D'Artlgny, evidently feeling argu-
ment. useless, mads no reply, but I
noticed he held back his paddles and
permitted Cession's canoe to forge
ahead. He must have discovered Mat
I was not with monsieur, for I saw
him stars Intently at each of the oMer
canoes, as though to make sure of my
presence, shading his eyes with one
hand, as he peered torough Ms Mick-
snlng mist This action svldencsd Mo
first Intimation I had Mr days of his
continued Interest In my welfare, and
my heart Mrobbed with sudden plea*
urs. WheMer or not he felt some pre-
monition of danger, he certainly spoke
words of Instruction to his Indian ped-
dlers, and so menlpulatod his craft as
to keep not far distant, alMough slight-
ly farther from shore, Man Me canoe
la which I sat
Oasslon had already vanished In Ms
fog, which swept thicker aad Mlcksr
along Me surface of Ms water, Me
nearer boats becoming mors Indistinct
shadows, Bvsn wlMln my own canoe
Ms faces of Msee about ms appeared
by tbs glare ef Ughtulhg which
seemed to spilt tbe vapor, aad tbe
sound of touader reverberating Mem
tbe surface of tbe lake.
Tbe wator, a ghastly, greenish gray,
heaved beneath, giving us Uttto did)-
eulty, yet terrifying Is Its euggestloa
ef saltoo strength, and tbe shore line
was barely discernible to Me loft as
we struggled forward. What obstinacy
compelled Cession to keep us at Me
task I knew net perrbainne a dislike
to yield te D'Artlgay's advtoe—but tbe
aergeaat swore to hlmaelf, and turned
tbe prow ef our canoe Inward, bug-
ging the shore as closely as be dared,
his anxious eves searching every rift
In Me mist
Yet, dark and drear aa tbe day was,
we had jm true warning ef Me ap-
proaching storm, for Me vapor ding-
ing to Me water concealed from our
sight Me clouds above. When It came
It burst upon us with mad ferocity.
Me wind whirling to Me north and
etrlklng us with aM Me force of Mree
hundred miles of open sea. The mist
was swept away wIM that first fierce
gust, and we were struggling for life
In a wild turmoil of waters. I had
but a glimpse of It—a glimpse of wild,
raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds,
so does above I could almost reach
out and touch them; of dimly revealed
canoes flung about like chips, driving
before Me blast.
Our own was hurled torward like an
arrow, Me Indian paddlera working
like mad to keep stern to the wind,
Melr long hair whipping about Tbe
soldiers crouched In Me bottom, ding-
ing grimly to any support, their white
faces exhibiting tbe abasement of fear.
The sergeant alone spoke, yelling hto
orders, as he wielded steering paddle,
bis bat blown from his head, hla face
ghastly wIM sudden terror. It was but
Me glimpse of an Instant; Men a pad-
dle broke, Me canoe swung ddeways,
balanced on Me crest of a wave and
I wan conscious of cries; shrill, In-
stantly smothered, and Men I sank,
struggling bard to keep'above water,
yet borne down by tbe wolgbt of Ms
Canoe. I came up again, choking and
half strangled, and sought to grip Me
boat as It whirled past My fingers
found noMIng to ding to, slipping
along the wet keel, until I went down
again, but Mis time holding my
breath. My water-soaked garments
and heavy shoes made swimming al-
most Impossible, yet I struggled to
keep face above water. Two men had
reached Me canoe, and had somehow
found bold. One of Mese was an In-
dian, but they were already too far
away to aid me, and In another mo-
ment bad vanished In the white creat-
ed waves. Not anoMer of our boat’s
ctpw was visible, nor could I be sure
of where Me shore lay.
Twice I went down, waves break-
ing over me, and flinging ms about
like a cork. Yst I was conscious;
though strangely dased and hopeless.
I struggled, but more as If In a dream
Man In reality. Something black,
shapeless, seemed to sweep past ma
FAIN? NOT A BIT I
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OR CALLUSES OFF
He humbug I Apply few drape
tben Jwet lift them away
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now be obtained in day
bottles as bare shown at
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Not a twinge of palm
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even Me slightest smart-
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This drug doesn't sat up
the com or callus, few
shrivels Mem ao Mey toe*
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is no humbug I It works
I like a charm. For a few
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never disappoints and never burns,
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The Very Weret
Penelope—I suppose he broke your
Perdltn—Far worse I
Penelope—You don't mean to say he
broke the engagement?
Perdltn—No. He played poker with
papa and broke him.
BAVE A DOCTOR’S BILL
by keeping Mississippi Diarrhea Os*
dial handy for all stomach complaint*
Price 2Dc and BOc.—Adv.
DON’T FORGET THE HORSE!
There Was Another Nero In Wild
Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, ^
Remind* a Writer.
Paul Revere's name waa made Is*
mortal when he rode from Boston to
f Lexington and Concord, warning the
patriots along the way of the British
approach, and hla fame hae been e*
curely enshrined Ifi the hearts of ell
1 Historians have honored thenutolvM
In honoring Jdm. Poete have found I*
•piration In praising him. He to ou
Idol of childhood, an example In tbe
prime of manhood and a solacing mem-
ory of old age.
How few character* loom up like
' great peaks sbove the mountain raugaa
of time I
And Pnul Revere was ono of thee*
He was one of the precious few grunt
enongh to grasp an opportunity to (to
an Incalculable good to mankind.
Bnt while we give deserved glory to
Pnul Revere, let us no longer forget
thnt there was another hero In that
wild midnight ride, says a writer to
the Christian Herald.
There was the horse.
"Any other horse might have done at
| well," you think? Well, so might any
] other man huve done aa well, perhaps.
Bo might we flippantly disparage oaf
But the fact remains that It waa Paal
Revere'a horse that did it. And tha
harder work fell on the horae. But foe
the true horse's faithfulness, Paul B*
vere would have been a failure.
"Who has old Shark been floednt
"Why, the poor suckers, of couref."
Making It Sure.
Prisoner—Listen, Judge; m atop
drinking for n month.
Judge—I believe you; thirty days.
My Flngaro Found Nothing to Cllnd
Mrough Me water; It was borne high
on a wave, aad 1 dung up nqr bands
la protection; I felt ayself gripped,
lifted partially. Men Mo grasp failed,
and I dropped bask lata the eharalag
wator. Tbe eaaee. or whatever also
It was, was gone, swept remoreel—ly
past by Me ragtag wind, but at I
came up again to Me eurfaee a band
elasped me, drew me eloee until I bad
grip on a broad dhouldor.
Beyond Mis I knew nothlngi with
Me coming of bslp, Me sens* Mat X
waa no longer etruggltac unaided for
life la Moss treacherous waters, til
itrengto and oonaclouansaa left me.
When I again awoke, dased, trem-
bling, a strange blur boforo my oyoa.
I waa lying upon a sandy beach, with
a cliff towering above me. Its treat
tr**llned, and I could bear Ma dash
of wavaa breaking not far distant I
endeavored to raise myself to look
about but tank hack hclplccs, fairly
atruggllnff for brcsM. Au arm lifted
my head Mom Me sand, and I stared
Into a face bending above me, at flrat
Do you think new that bad
luek baa left Adeto, that her
husband It gene forever and
that her future Is to be a mat-
ter ef her own sheeringf
(TO SB OOXTSMUBD4
one of the
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