The Cass County Sun (Linden, Tex.), Vol. 57, No. 22, Ed. 1 Tuesday, May 31, 1932 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CASS COUNTY SUN
by GEORGE MARSH
Copyright by Penn Pub. Co.
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CHAPTER IV—Continued
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"Did anyone ever tell you," salil the
Rlrl, "thut you have u most dangerous
smile?"
The blood leaped to Ids bronzed
*nce. "I hope—you Had It so," he
stammered, confused at the sudden-
ness of the attack.
"I might," she said, with a curl of
a red lip, "If you were more polite.
You haven't asked me to Hit down,
and I'm tired from hard paddling."
Me glanced around the strip of sand
beach, fringed with alder, then shook
liiN head ruefully. "I'm afraid there's
only the beach."
"What's the matter with that?"
And she sat down, took a cigarette
from a small case anil started to
smoke, her dark brows contracted, her
eyes turned from him where be sat.
At last she spoke.
"WInHi a man tells a girl she means
something to him—that he wants to
see her," she began, "and In the same
breath says he's going away so he
can't see her, what Is the poor girl to
Infer?"
"That the man Is a victim of cir-
cumstances," .1 iin answered.
She shook her dark head. "No, that
he can't want to see her very much or
he'd stay."
"Do you believe that V" lie demanded,
leaning impulsively toward her.
She met his look sipiurely, quiz-
zically; then asked: "Can't you wait
until September? I might not go out
of your life—if you'd wait—I'd be sure
then."
"Sure of what?" lie was very near
her now. The arm on which lie leaned
visibly trembled with his effort at con-
trol. But her dark eyes were now
cryptic and he fought down his emo-
tion. Could it be that she bad come
out here to play with him—amuse
herself? At the thought his bronzed
face filled with blood.
"Sure of what?" he repeated roughly.
"Why, I'd be sure you wanted to
see me, again," she said, and clasping
her knees in her hands, rocked gently
back and forth, as the face of Jim
Stuart darkened with anger.
So it had been acting, after all, he
thought, her face, her eyes, her voice,
yesterday at the post?
He got to his feet and walked to
the water's edge with his bitterness.
Fool, he bad been, to allow this girl
to draw him on—play with him, to
lighten the dullness of her visit to the
forests. But he would play out the
game. He turned to the girl watching
him curiously from the sand.
"I wanted to ask you." he began as
she looked up at him, the trace of a
smile at the corners of her mobile
mouth, "what I'aradls told you about
our meeting at the split rock."
Aurore's laughter echoed from the
forest behind her. "He said that lie
ft
FRoXt THE BEGINNING
At hi* fur post, Sunset House, in the Canadian north, Jim Stuart, trader in charge,
with his headman, Omar, rescues a girl from an overturned canoe in the lake. She is
Aurore LeBlond, daughter of Stuart's rival in the fur business. In a spirit of fun, she
and Jim arrange to exchange notes on a certuin island. LeBlond, with Paradis, his hall-
breed lieutenant, arrives in search of the missing girl. Paradis displays enmity toward
Jim, though LeBlond acknowledges his debt of gratitude. Going to the i-land to see if
Aurore has left the promised note, Jim is ambushed by Paradis and forced to travel
toward the LeBlond post. On the way he overturns the boat, leaving his enemy on the
beach. Jim's superior, Andrew Christie, displeased at Stuart's trade showing, allows
him, at his request, one year to "make good." Paradis bribes an Indian to ambush
Jim and Omar. The attempt fails, and Jim take* the Indian to LeBlond. After
hearing the story, LeBlond discharges Paradis. Jim and Aurore arrange a rendezvous.
"I Understand," She Said. "It Was
Just to Pass the Time—Until Your
Duty Called You Away."
hnd beaten you with a stick and yon
had promised never to look at me
again."
"You believed him?"
"What, believe I'aul I'aradls?" she
protested. "I happened to know that
Mr. .Teem Stuart, having looked at me
once, would desire to look again, and
our I'aul Would not stop him. Beat
you With a stick—our pretty I'aul?
Absurd!"
"Thank you. I did want to look
again." And he again sat beside her,
now steeled against the wiles of her
sorcery.
"Now will you tell me why you go
■way?" she asked quietly. Her dusky
eyes were serious,
"Because m,v duty to my employers
demao/Js It. Have you ever heard of
that word—duty, .Miss Aurore Le-
Blond?"
"Yes, I have heard of it, Mr. .Teem
Stuart, but I am wondering if its de-
mands are greater than those of love."
He turned on her in amazement to
find tier troubled eyes seeking tlie dis-
tant ridges. Here was a new mood.
"My place, as you've doubtless
heard your father say, has not been
successful. This Is my last year here
—unless 1 can make It pay. There's
no room for failures in the fur trade."
With mouth seL still'ly, Jim gazed
rtway across the rippled surface of
the lake, Stuart, he mused, the man
who had made two failures at Sunset
House. One, all the trade would
know; the other—only Aurore l.e-
Blond and his heart.
lie tilled his deep chest with the
spruce-sweet air; then expelled It as
something warm touched hand. He
looked down. It was the hand of the
girl beside him and the dark eyes
which met ids shone, but not with
mockery.
"I understand," she said. "It was
just to pass the time—until your duty
called you away."
Wide eyed with surprise be met her
dark gaze as she withdrew her hand.
But in the depths of her unwavering
eyes lurked no trace of guile. Con-
fused, electrified by her touch but sus-
picious, lie passionately rejoined:
"You accuse me of that—you, who are
going so soon—who amused yourself
with a poor devil of a fur man?"
Her face tlamed as he choked out
tlie words. With a little cry she fal-
tered : "Ah, you do—you do love me
—Jeem Stuart!"
As the sun destroys mist, tier cloud-
ed eyes—her voice, banished the sus-
picious of the bewildered Stuart.
With a quick movement lie had her in
his arms.
"And you love me—Aurore!" he
murmured, breathing in the fragrance
of her hair as he crushed her fiercely
to him.
With a deep sigh she turned In his
arms and Hung back her head. Tak-
ing ids bronzed face between her
hands, the glowing eyes of the girl
lifted to bis.
"Look, you doubter! Are you sat-
is—" His hungry lips crushed back
her words.
There they sat on the shore of the
Lake of the Sand Beaches, the. man
of the forests and the girl of the city,
oblivious of the gulf which separated
them; forgetful of the fact that long
months would intervene before the re-
turn of Aurore to Bonne Chance.
Hours were but minutes to the two
who bad found each other only to
separate.
"The miracle of your wasting your
lovely self on a fur trader!" Jim was
repeating.
"My father is a fur trader," she re-
proved, "And I thought I was being
rescued by a Viking that day you
lifted me Into your canoe. Oh," she
said, with her contagious smile, "will
you rescue me again, some time,
Jeem?"
"You're in great danger, now, where
you are," laughed the enraptured Jim.
"I'll have to rescue you from the
sand." And be swung her to his lap,
that he might run his fingers through
the raven ripples of her thick hair;
marvel at the smoldering depths of
her changing eyes; touch with his lips
the satin texture of her skin.
So they spent the golden hours,
hardly stopping to lunch from the
basket Aurore had brought. And then,
as the sun swung toward the western
ridges, with a pang, like the stab of
steel, Jim realized that his dream was
near Its end. For It all seemed un-
real, Imaginary—this lovely, head-
strong creature caring for Jim Stuart,
fur trader.
"It's been so beautiful," she said,
wistfully. "If we never meet again,
we've bad this day."
"Never meet again?" he gasped.
"Don't even think of It! Meet again?
Why, I'll only exist until you come
back. It's all 1 have to live for."
"But you have your duty," she
mocked with a toss of her black head.
"We might have many days like this
—before September—only for that
duty."
"We'd be sure to have trouble with
your father. He'd find out." He
shook tiis head gravely. "And you'd
not really want me to forget my duty,
would you? You wouldn't have me
throw up my work and follow you to
Winnipeg?"
" '1 could not love thee half so much,
loved I not honor more.'" she taunted.
"< >h, you men! You'd die for love,
so you say; but your duty—welt,
that's a cat of another color," Sud-
denly two great tears stood on her
lashes. With a moan her arms found
the neck of the man beside her. "Oh,
Jeeem, 1 love you so. I just can't
think of your going away."
"You'll write very often and send
them all by the Christmas mail?" be
said, stroking her thick hair.
"lint a canoe may go south in the
fall."
"Yes, and I'll go to Kxpanse on the
first sledding snow. The last canoe
from the railroad might, bring your
letters."
"Jeem Stuart, what have you done
to me?" slie suddenly exclaimed, hold-
ing him at arm's length. "I've never
felt this way before." She touched
her heart. "It's as if I'd been stabbed,
right here!"
"I know, sweetheart. I'll carry that
longing through the short days and
the long winter nights—that hunger
for you." And the factor of Sunset
House held the sobbing daughter' of
Louis LeBlond, as he kissed her hair,
her eyes, her throat,
A mile away a canoe slowly ap-
proached, following the shore.
"There comes Omar."
"It's over, Jeem—our golden day."
she sighed. "There's Marie, too.
Come over here in these alders!" she
suddenly commanded. "1 can't bear
to share you with these people, and
I've a great secret to tell you."
In the protection of the alders, she
turned and Hung herself passionately
into his arms. "This is my secret. I
love you, Jeem Stuart," she whis-
pered.
"You'll not forget me down there In
Winnipeg—not forget me among all
those city men?" he asked.
"Forget you?" Through half closed
lids, she looked up at him as she shook
her head. "You're a magician—a med-
icine man. They don't have them
down there. I had to come to the
forests to find one. You've put a
spell upon me, Jeem Stuart."
As the canoes approached, the two
In the alders said their farewells.
Stepping into her boat, she turned to
the man beside her with; "Good-by,
magician! Don't forget me!"
Jim bent to shove olT the craft and
his lips touched her hair as he said:
"It will be black night up here through
the long snows, Aurore. Come back
soon!"
The canoes of Aurore and Jim left
the beach and separated. Then across
the water she called back to the man
whose eyes had not left her: "Au
revoir! Until spring!"
CHAPTER V
Far to the north of the Sand Beaches,
in the heart of the unmapped Kewedln
wilderness, lay a land of lake and
forest and muskeg. From this coun-
try, for years before the advent of
LeBlond, had come the best fur
traded at Lake Kxpanse. To the men
from Sunset House It was strange
country, and often, as their canoe
pushed north beyond the lleight-of-
I.and in search of the summer fishing
camps of the Ojlhwas, Jim wondered
how he was to win over these super-
stitious hunters who, since the build-
ing of his little [tost, had trailed only
with the North-West company.
At last, one windless evening, the
smoke of supper fires, rising from
Islands, announced that the voyageurs
had reached the first of the fishing
camps they sought.
"Ah-hah!" exclaimed Omar, trailing
his paddle while he wined his wet
forehead. "Tomorrow we mi k' talk
will dese peopl'."
"But it's going to be a Job to get
them to listen to us," said Ji:n.
"Dey listen all right, w'en we tell
dem we come nord, before Crismas,
in de Little Moon of de Spirit to trade
wld dem."
"I'd like to know Just how Paradis
and Jingwak have got them to believe
all tills devil stuff"
"We fin' out, Ksau and Omar."
"I trade for a bark cano' an' tak'
leetle trip by myself. Den I know
w'at mak' de troub'," said Ksau.
"You'll have to lie careful, Ksau.
These OJibwas are a wild lot. They
wouldn't hesitate to do away with you
if you interfere with their shaman,
Jingwak."
The lean face of the old Indiufl
wrinkled in a grin. "You see w'at
K*uu do to dat shaman."
"fioin' to get his ears?" laughed Jim.
"Kef I tin' heem, he mak' no morn
bad medicine for Sunset House," was
the cryptic reply.
So tile travelers turned in shore,
where Smoke awaited them, and mads
camp. Later, as they smoked beslds
their lire, the ears of the dog lyinj
"You'll Not Forget Me Down There
in Winnipeg—Not Forget Ma
Among All Those City Men?" He
Asked.
beside them suddenly lifted; the hair
of his back and ruff straightened, a*
his deep throat rumbled in a low
growl.
The men stopped talking to listen.
"W'at you hear, Smoke?" whis-
pered Omar.
The dog rose and picked his way
on stiff legs to the beach.
"Cano* cottiln'! Ah-hah. Dey see
us an' come to have a look," muttered
Omar.
Shortly, as the canoe neared thn
camp, came the hail, "Bo'-jo', bo'-jo'!"
"Bo'-jo'!" answered Omar, strolling
to the beach to receive the strangers
and unlet the excited Smoke.
Presently, from where Jim sat by
the fire, be saw the dark shape of
the boat slide in to the beach and
two figures step out. Reaching the
circle of light, the Indians exchanged
the customary salutation and hand
shakes with the white man and Ksau.
Handing the strangers a plug of to-
bacco, Jim invited them in Ojibwa to
sit down, while Ksau went to the lak
for water and put the tea pail on the
fire,
"You have come far," vouchsafed
the older of the Indians, in his native
tongue, when he had lighted his pipe
and made a minute inspection of the
young white man through narrowed
eyes.
"Yes," answered Jim, "we have
come to talk to the people of the Pipe-
stone lakes and Sturgeon river."
"You are chief at the post of the
old company, called the House of the
Setting Sun?"
"Yes."
The small eyes of the Indian
snapped, his body stiffened, as lie
leaned toward Jim and angrily de-
manded. "Why do you bring your evil
spirits to the Pipestone lakes?"
At the embarrassing question
Omar, who had been studying tiie
Ojibwa. broke into a loud guffaw,
Joined by Ksau. "Paradees, he tell
you that?" demanded the half-breed.
"Are the men of the Pipestone lakes
children to believe the lies of ths
Frenchman? lie tell you that to keep
your fur for himself!"
Disconcerted by the ridicule, ths
Ojibwa glanced doubtfully from Omul
tn Jim's smiling face.
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Nearly a billion acres of farm lands
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This area is greater than the com-
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and department officials estimate that
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cost of tliis work is between 2 and 8
cents an acre.
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Childhood's
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CttjPrJ A child that craves ab-
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OVER 36 MILLION BOTTLES SOLD
j ay h e's Vermifuge
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To help him carry pack for his
owner who is a trapper COO miles
north of the northern mining town
of Sherridon, Man., a mule owned by
W. Klonwick has been taught to use
snowslioes. The snowshoes are about
eighteen inches in diameter and tiie
mule refuses to walk in snow with-
out them.
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A breech-loading cannon chiseled
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Witte Memorial museum of San An-
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