Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, July 16, 1914, Page 6

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Jean contemplated no treacher- | of the past. ous attack. He would give Plerre an Jean Minguy pulled up his horse equal chance; but it must be a fight e e sharply. to the death. By H. M. EGBERT. “Listen!” the old man began, catch- _ If Dufour had won the girl fairly o el S I S ing at the bridle again. Jean would have acquiesced. But Nan- B * | But Jean Minguy was already spur ©tte and he had been engaged so Jean Minguy's heart was beating fast as he came within sight of old Baptiste's cabin on the Peace river. He spurred his horse, and it broke into a canter across the snow. Though the ground was still white, 8pring was in the air, and spring was in the heart of Jean Minguy, for he was riding to see his sweetheart Nan- ette, old Baptiste’s daughter. They had been engaged eight months, ever since Jean’s last visit to the cabin in the early fall. Now he had amassed a pile of rich furs, which he would exchange for gold in plenty at the trading store. But first he must see Nanette and get her | to fix the wedding day. He had left his furs in his cabin and had ridden 200 miles to see her; and he had ridden so eagerly that he had not even turned the dozen miles out of his course that were necessary for him to meet his old friend, Plerre Du- four. Old Baptiste came to the door and lald a hand upon his horse's bridle. “You have come for Nanette?” he quavered. He was very old and al- ready In his dotage. [ “Where is she?” demanded Jean, feeling his heart hammering within his breast. “Haven't you heard?” cried the old man. “She left here with Dufour this morning—" A flery mist swam before Jean's | eyes. Pierre Dufour! The two men had been friends for many a year, an ! Jean had known that Pierre was in love with Nanette. But the girl had plighted herself to him, and he had hardly thought of Dufour in the ec- stasy of his happy anticipations. He had been 8o proud of her, his with her dark One more season in beautiful bride-to-be, hair and eyes. ring his horse back along the trail, paying no attention to old Baptiste's 4 ~ Fired Again, and Again. shouts. Only a single thought was in his mind—to kill the false friend who | had betrayed him, Dufour's cabin lay at the junction of the Peace and St. Paul, a small | tributary stream, 40 miles back, and some 12 miles off the route along which he had come. There was his cabin; that was the trapping district which Dufour had marked off for his own. Jean had visited there in the days before they had ever thought of Nanette, save as a shy girl of fourteen or fifteen, and they had spent many i y long, and Dufour had know it, and he had stolen her. Jean could under- stand what pressure he might have used, when she had only a doddering old man for her companion. His an- ger rose into a fierce flame as he pur- sued his way. | Night fell before more than half of the 40 miles was accomplished. Jean ! dismounted and scooped out a shelter in the deep snow beside the stream. | He was not sorry for the opportunity | to nurse his wrath. He crept inside, turning his pony loose, for the weath- er was warm enough for the little, half-savage creature to take care of itself, and Jean knew that it would not stray far from him. He wrapped himself in his furs and lay down. But his mind would not let him forget his grief and rage in the temporary relief of sleep. He had dreamed g0 long of the day when Nan- ette was to be his wife; and now his dream was ended and his life was shattered. Toward dawn he started up, alert wpon the instant. His trained ear had detected the approach of a mounted man, coming from the direction of the St. Paul. It was not his own horse that he heard, for that, being In- dian, did not trot, as this horse did— besides, the difference between the sound of a horse with a rider on its bagk and that of a horse alone is un- mistakable. Jean crept out of his shelter. The dawn was not far away, but the moon still shone brilliantly. A horseman was riding along the bank of the Peace | river. Jean recognized Dufour, though to other eyes he would have been only | a silhouette against the snow. He saw Dufour rein in his horse and lean for 40 years old and still able to sting the ball. of the Chicago White Sox. of the most famous pitchers, teams which has just completed a trip around the world, He is the sidered a Chicago Mass. The first b before King Jumes Callahan, —it won’t make Satisfies Demand the Nickname THE COCA- of Coca-Cola. George V. w He believes in help keep an ath! that con Your beverage, too. Manager In his prime he was one Managed one of the idol of the Chicago fans and is con- ““boy** although born in Fitchl ball used in t! s e recently played d by the King to an athlete—but it will ete in prime condition, uming athletic thirst, COLA COMPANY A IVENING TELEGRAM, LAKELAND, FLA., JULY 16, 1914. ward. They were within 26 paces each other. “Jean drew his revolver. ‘“Garde- toi!” he shouted, and fired again and again. Pierre’s horse reared and plunged down the steep bank of the Peace. The frightened animal regained its feet and stood trembling upon the brink of the descent. But Dufour was lying upon his back in the river bed. : There was no sign of blood upon him, and his horse had not been struck, either. It had shied at the sudden| sound of the shots and fallen with its rider. | Plerre was badly stunned, but breathing. Jean stood over him, look- | ing Into his unconscious face. All at| once he realized that his vengeance had slipped from him. He could not kill Dufour now that the man was un- conscious. He caught the horses. Then he took the unconscious man in his arms and placed him in his saddle. He sprang upon the back of his own horse, and, supporting his enemy with one arm and guiding the reins of the two bridles with the free hand, he began the slow march toward Pierre's cabin. The day dawned, and the sun rose, flooding the vast plains with her gold- en light. They traveled at a snail's pace, the horses stopping from time to time to crunch at the new grass that was appearing where the snow was melting beside the river. Once or twice Jean dismounted and bathed his enemye face with snow-water. It was during one of these halts that Pierre began muttering. “I love thee, Nanette,"” he said, and Jean clenched his fists and ground his teeth together as he listened agains! his will. “I love thee, Nanette. I will go and meet him. He cannot be far away.” So Plerre had been on his way to kill him when Jean had intercepted him! And this man, who had stolen hig bride and planned his death, was lying helpless at his side! Jean sat Plerre upon his horse again, and the slow journey was re- sumed. But it was well toward eve- ning when Pierre's cabin came into view. Jean set him down again and rode up to the little shack. What a place o take a woman to live in! Nanette must love Pierre greatly to be willing to share that exile with him. The thought no longer enraged him. He had put the matter to the test of fate, and she had decided against him. “Jean!” Nanette had flung the door open and was standing in front of him, a radiant image, exactly as when he had last geen her. Jean turned his head slowly away. ‘“Come, Nanette!” he said, and rode back to where Plerre was lying. As he dismounted and kneeled at Pierre’'s side his enemy opened his eyes. There was consciousness in them. He looked into Jean's face. “Where am I?" he muttered. “It is thou, Jean?” “Yes, it is I, whom you tried to mur- der,” answered Jean, slowly, without bitterness. Pierre looked at him in bewilder- ment. “I shall say nothing to Nanette,” Jean whispered; and then the girl was beside them. “Jean! What has hap- pened?” she cried. “Your lover fell from his horse,” answered Jean, slowly. “My lover!” she exclaimed, and came close to Jean. “Dost thou not love me, then?" she cried. Jean looked dully at her. 0, Jean, I could not walit for thee,” she sobbed. “Hast thou not under- stood? I knew that another day would bring thee, but I wanted thee sooner; and Pierre told me that he would ride back with me along the trail. And we did net see thee, and 80, last night, he left me in his cabin and rode back through the darkness to find if thou hadst lost the way. Jean, didst thou—dare to think—I Joved Pierre?” Jean was staring at her wildly. He could not be mistaken in his interpre- tation of her look of innocence and love. Suddenly he caught her to his breast and covered her with kisses. “I know! I know!” he cried. “I was a fool—and madly jealous, Nanette, But now all is ended, and we shall ride back to thy father's house—" Pierre touched him upon the sleeve, “It is I shall say nothing to Nan. ette,” he whispered. (Copyright, 1914, by W. G. Chapman.) The Diiierence. A man can be as big a fool at thirty as he can at twenty or, for that mat- ter, at sixty. With this difference, that at twenty he doesn’t know that he is a fool; he thinks that he is a god and enjoys the experience. At sixty he knows well enough what he Is and thanks his stars that he has vet another chance before going down | to the grave. But at thirty-five he | ‘a\ neither the {llusions of youth nor de consoletions of age; he is young! cuch to teel foolish and old enough ow better —From Curing Christo- to !} pher, On Dainty Aprona. 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