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GOD’S COUNTRY.-.-- AND THE WOMAN CHAPTER XV. toward wae o feure Bight rove At Gret be the bad left her husband. ful hair was bo ous masses to ber hips. i i And in that moment Philip | heard & 10W, passionate oud. paused only for an instant at) UM dour of (ue room io whied © 4 ber husband slept. Then passed on, and scarcely bel eyes Philip saw (Continued) that led out int LA. would have been lost,” full Tepeated Jean in « strange, hard voice, “Listen, M’sieur, © The two others leaped upo me 1 fought. And the I wee struck on the head, and whe T came to my senses I in the ight of the campfire, and the man I had come to kill was over me, One of the other men was Thoreau, the Free Trade! It wan useless to lie, 4 toid (be truth that 1 bad come to kill bim, and why. And then—in the light of th campfire, M'sieur—he proved to me what it would have meant if I had succeeded, Thoreau carried the pa- . It was in an envelope, addressed the master of Adare, They tore this open, that | might read. And io that paper, written by the man | had the whole terribie ome to kill, wi story, every de: cold and sick. understand, M’‘ Will see more clearly whe urged Philip, “That this man, the feth baby, is the Lang who owas Thoreau, who owns that freebooters’ hell, who owns the string of them from here to the Athabasca, and who lives tn Mon- treail" Philip could only stare at Jean, who went on, his face the color of gray ash in the starlight. “I must tell you the rest, You must understand before the great fight comes. You know—the terrible thing happened in Montreal. And this man Lang—all the passion of hell is in his soul! He is rich. He has power here, for he owns Thoreau and I his cutthroats. And he is not sat- isfied with the ruin he worked down there. He has followed Josephine.” “Don't tell me more of that!" cried Philip. “I understand. He bas fol- fowed. And Josephine is to be the wi price of his silence!” “Yes, just that. He knows what it means up here for such a thing to happen. He laid his plans before he came. That letter, the paper I read, M’sieur! He meant to see Josephine at once, and show it to her. There are two of those papers: one at Thoreau’s place and one in Tho- reau's pocket. If anything happens to + one of them is to be delivered ter of Adare by Thoreau, night, from Lang's own lips. pleaded with him, M’sieur, She called upon him to think of the little child, letting him believe that it was still alive; and laughed at her, And ‘almost As 1 was ready to plunge then, my knife into his heart, she threw up her head like an angel and told im to do his worst—that she re- fused to pay the price.” For a space there was a startled in Jen: Then he shrugged “Of cours “You have known that, M’sieur, There ‘one thing which you will never Knowe-that which Josephine said you would not guess if you lived a thou- sand years. You must forget that there is more than I have told you, for it will do you no good to remember,’ Expectancy died out of Philip's “And tt I.believe that what you are holding back from me is the key verything.” 4 “at nave told you enough, M'sieur— enough to make you see why we must 4 " how.” “rhe Salil ‘some sdon,” replied Jean, troubled. . ats the big fight then, Jean, But, before that, just one question more. All of this trouble might have been saved if Josephine had married Lavg. didn't she?” we ‘an instant every muscle in Jean's body became taut as a bow- string, He hunched a little forward, as tf about to leap upon the other, im down, And then, alll et hetsa His hands un . And he answered calm! cena is the one story that will never be told, M’sieur. Come! They will wonder about us at Adare House, us feturn.” Snlitp fell In behind him, Not until they were close to the dour of the house did Jean speak again. “You are with me, M'sieur—to the death, if it must be? replied Philip. en let no sleep come to your even uo long as Josephine Is awake,’ went on Jean quickly am going to leave Adare House, to-night M'sieur, with team and sledge. The master must belleve T have go a to see my sick friend on the Pipe: reparing.” Le ‘The two clasped hands, : o “T will return late to-morrow, to-morrow night," resumed Jean. CHAPTER XVI. desire to be with Jean in the forest, The husky’s wall told Him that the half-breed had begun his Journey. the hall, Quietly he went to the end room, There was no light—and he heard no sound. He was standing closo to it, concealed in the shadows, when GAIN there filled Philip the Philip opened his door and entered his heart gave @ sudden jump. Ad- He had told who | was. F he caught the white gleam of ed = shoulde: Hefore he cowl ak—before be could oall hi she had out into t With of aprang after Her bare foot were! deep in the snow when he caught he: A frightened cry broke from her lips le picked her up in bis arms aw if e had been a child, and ran beck into the ball with ber, closing the door after the; “Go to your gently you Were out there in the snow. this, You-were partly asl At dawn @ tap on bis wind ened Phill He slipped out of bed, his nand eking the automatic under his pil- | low, He bad slept with the window veGovering I with” his room,” he whispered | “You must not let bim know like ” runner from Jean Cr came back a cautious voloe, @ written message for you, M’steur, He saw an arm thrust through the| window, in the hand a bit of paper, | He advanced cautiously until he could see the face that was peering in, It @ thin, dark, fur-hooded faco, with @: black and narrow like Joa a half-breed. He seized the d, still watchin, arm, lighted a lamp, had read the note did his si leave him, This is Pierre Langlois, friend of the Pipestone. Lf any- thing should happen that you need me quickly, let him come after me, You may trust him, He will put up his tepee im the thick timber close to the dog pit. We have fought toget! ‘Ange saved his wife from the smallpox. Tam going westward, JEAN. Philip sprang back to the window and ze the mittened hagd that Still hung over the sill, “I'm glad to know you, Plerre! there no other word from Jean™ “Only the note, Ookimow.” You just came? ha. My dogs and sledge are back in the forest.” “Listen!” Philip turned toward the In the hall he heard footsteps. ur is awake," he said quickiy ee you in the my Is Searcely were the words out of his mouth when the half-breed was gone, A penen, later Philip knew that it was Adaré who had pagged his door, elf before He dressed and shaved bin he left his room, He found Adare in his study. Metoosin already had a fire burning, and Adare was standing before this alone, when Philip entevev, Something was lething. im Adare’s greeting thie morning. ‘There was an uneasy, searching look In his eyes as he looked “at Philip, They shook hands, and his hand was heavy and Hfeless, His shoulders seemed to drop @ little more, and his voice was un- natural when he spoke, “Did you hear anything—late— about midnight?” he asked, He straightened, and looked steadily into Philip's eyes, “Did ydu see Miriam?” For an instant Philip feit that it ‘o attempt concealment r the searching scrutiny of older man's eyes. “It is strange, unaccountable,” mused Adare, “Miriam left her bed last night while IT was asleep. — it’ must have been about midnight, for it is then that the moon shines full into our window. In returning she awakened me, And her hair was damp, there was snow on her gown! My God, she had been outdoors, al- most naked! She said that she must have walked in her si had awakened to find herself in th open door with the wind and snow beating upon her, This time. I never knew her to do it be- fore. It disturbs me.’ “She is sleeping now?” “I don't know, Josephii came @ little later and said that she co not sleep, Miriam went with “It must have been the baby,” com- Philip, placing a hand on ‘sarm. “We can stand it, Mon We are mea, With them it ls We must bear up under It is necessary for us to ength for them as well as Perg. different. our grief. have st ourselve “Do you think it Is that? orled Adare with sudden eagerness. “If It is, I am ashamed of myself, Philip! 1 have been brooding too much over the strange change in Mirtam, But I see now, It must have been the baby. It has been a tremendous strain, I have heard her crying when she did not know that I heard. IT am ashamed of myself. the blow ‘oing thero—and farther!” His has been hardest on you ae tang ea low, tense whisper. “and Josephine,” added Philip as You uudersiand, M'siour? We are-They weni in iv breakfast. During the hour that followed Philip was amazed at Mirlam. She laughed and talked as she had not done before, Tho bit of artificial color she had wiven to her cheeks and Ups faded under the brighter flush that came into her fac He could see that Josephine was nearly as surprised as himself. John Adare was fairly boy- iwh In his delight. The meal was fin- ished and Philip and Adare were about to Nght their cigars when @ commotion outside drew them all to the window that overlooked one side of the clearing, Out of the forest hed come two dog teams, their drivers shouting and cracking their long caribou-cut whips, Philip stared, conscious that Josephi hand was clutching his arm, Neither of the shouting men was Sean, Li THE OTwiI LONG Te (S THAT SHORT “= DON'T ENOUGH FoR Bon" “An Lodian, and Renault the quar- ter-blood,” grunted Adare. “Wonder What they want bere in November? ‘hey should be on their trap lines.” wi “Build a great fire in the ui fan I house,” commanded Adare. "Feed who come in from the forests, Me- toosin, Open up tobacco and pre- serves, and flour and bacon, Nothing in the storeroom ts too good for them, And send Jean to me! Where ts he?” o ma tao, ookimow.” Jone!" exc! ned Adare. “He didn’t want to disturb you last night,” explained Philip, “He made an early start for the Pipestone.” Renault appeared. He spoke to Jo- sephine. “IL breeng word for heem of Jan fe all al Breuil an’ wewimow over on Jac’ fish ma Kichi Utooskayakun,” he said in @ low voice, “Heem lee'l girl 50 seek she goin’ die.” itthe Marie? She is sick—dying, you say?" cried Josephi: “Aha, She ver dam’ ek. Sho burn up lak fire, “Lt is @ sickn: the children have each winter,” she explained, looking questioningly into Philip's eyes again, “It kills quickly when left alony But 1 have medicine that will cure it. There is still time We must go, tt i Pped close to Philip, His back was to the others, He spoke in a low voice: along the white and narrow trail into Philip fell in behind her, Lt had always aye 4 certain sense of humor in Philip wondered how much longer Jo- sephine could keep up the pace, Taoy under a bit of brushwood and lunged head foremost into the snow of big eyes and ears Josephine was over bim, lau squatted on their haunches, looking Captain who missed you first, pad and breast rose and fell quickly, ane hem clared. R ° MARCH IN ORE Nod SHoRT ARE bs “We will reach home only a little before dark,” said Philip, “You had better ride, Josephine.’ He was eager to reach Adare Hou By this tme he felt that Jean should have retui , and was confident that there were oth of the forest people besides Pie: Renault, and the Indian in the forest near the pit. For an hour he kept hich Josephine had directed them. im to @ woman run. But in Jo- hine he saw now the swiftness and lesome grace of a fawn, With each minute that pasacd id run fully a, mike and hi own UD ge bei pac Later they came growing shorter w to @ dense cover of black spruce moccasined foot two miles from Adare Ho! They 6. had traversed a part of this when the dogs stopped. Directly ahead of them had fallen a dead cedar, barring the trail, Philip went to the toboggan for e, he hen he had brushed the snow out ing. The dogs were ven't noticed any wind, have you?” he asked. “Not enough to topple over a cedar,” He went to the tree and began cutting, Scarcely had his axe fallen half @ dogen times when a scream of terror turned him about like a flash, He had only time to see thi Josephine had left ihe sledge, and was struggling in the arms of a:man. In that same instant two others had leaped upon him. He had not tm e strike, to Hee xe, He we lown, @ pair of hands grippin, his throat, He saw a face over Fum, ok. “My Philip!” she laughed, of- ring him ap assistant hand, “We most lost you, didn't we? It y+ e the sled!” Lips, eyes, were glowlni or most toppled ine over Her face was radiant, cheeks “It was your fault!" he accused “I couldn't keep my eyes off end never thought of m; 11 have my revenge-—here!” drew her into ef Not |, half until he kissed oiling Mpa did he ‘m going to ride now, “I'm not going n in the face of Lang, the Free Every atom of strength in in @ superhuman effort to his assailants, Then came “ danger of being accused again.’ pals Cag ford yore go7nniee ‘He wrapped her again in the ture the blow, He saw the club over him, Crotesst, Meleur, | Hoorn, aay | on the toboggan. It/was eightemilen #. hort, thick club, in the hand o: iar ont Ur’ dent lax cove een to Jac Breull's, and they reached ‘oreau himself. After that followed I breeng Indian an’ two team. We be in forest near dog watekan, where Pierre mak his fire an’ tepee, You understand? Aha?” Yes, I understand,” whispered Philip. ane Jean has gone on—to rt 3?” le go lak win’ to Francois over on Waterfound. Francois come in one hour—two, t'ree, mebby. it was an hour before Metoosin had brought the dogs up from the pit and they were ready to start. Philip had armed himself with a rifle and his automat!>, and Josephine had packed both medicine and food in @ large basket. ‘The new snow was soft, and Metoosin had brought a toboggan ia- stead of a sledge with runners. Lo the traces were Captain and five of M: In cabin in OO} hours. Breuil was were bij 0. Breull wae Z in Josephine was demding aver ttle fo) and the girl mother giad smile. 0 boy, scarcely older the crack, crack, crack of a revol and the howling of d tle French irl grow fainter eS loms—sounds t 2 into the Tt was almost dark when conscious- ness atirred Philip again, With an effort he pulled himself to his knees, about him, Josephine gone, the dogs were gone. He staggered to his feet, a moaning cr on his lips, He saw the aledge. Still in the traces lay the bodies of two of the dogs, and he knew what the pissel shots had meant. The others ad heen cut loose; straight out into the forest led the trails of several and their eyes with terror. With @ thrill nd pleasure Philip ob- jwift change in them as phine sprang from the toboggan. almost sobbing aa he red to Philip: nge, M’sieur! She time.” wonde! od arie's cot when the; lowed her Tato the cabin, & moment she looked up with a “it is the same sickness, Marte,” she said to the moth . ‘LT have medi- men; and the meaning of it all, the cine here that will cuPe it. The fever realty. of what had happened, surged isn't as bad as I thought it would be’ upon him in all its horror, Lang and his teammates. Noon saw a big change in the vab his cutthroats had carried off Jo “Is the pack going with ua?” Little Marie's phine. He knew by the thickening asked Philip. ing rapidly, darkness that they baa come to get “] never take them when there is happy. After dinner Josephin: a good art on their way t> very bad sickness, like. this, ex- plained again how they were to give Thorea plained Josephine. “There is some- t@ medicine she was leaving, and at One thought filled his dizay brain thing about the nearnesa of death ¢ lock they left on their return now. He must reach Jean and the that makes them howl 1 Journey to Adare House, The sun had camp near the pit. He staggered as been able to train that out of th disappeared hours before, Gray baaks he turned his face homeward, AL Philip was disappointed, but he said @f clouds filled the sky, and it had last he where Joan started r nothing more, He tucked Josephine ! among the furs, cracked the long whip Metoosin had given him, and they were off, with Miriam and her hus- | band waving their hands from the| door of Adare House, They searcely passed out of view im weet forest when with a sudden sharp com- mand Josephine stopped the dogs. She; sprang out of her furs and atood| laughingly beside Phill “Rather always insia He says it's not good for run, “But T do, run, T love to As she spoke had thrown her outer coat on t led, and stood before hi nd slim. Her! hair was in a long braid, ' Now, are you ready?” she chal- | lenged, “Good Lord, have mercy on met” gasped Philip. “You look as if you might fly, Josephine!” Her signal to the dogs was so low be scarcely heard it, and they sped ‘own much colde: up to meet b ONE OF THE MANY THOUSAND PEOPLE WHO ARE READING THE EVENING WORLD’S Complete Novel Each Week? 'f not, you are robbing yourself of the richest fiction treat ever offered to the readers of a newspaper. The Evening World, every week, prints a novel by some famous 1", These novels are issued complete in six large daily instalments. They are selected with a view to quiting the tastes of all readers. And the tremendous success of the plan has long been demonstrated. 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N’S thrilling words burned into Philip's consciousness like fife, They roused him from Bis stupor, and he be- wan to take in deep breaths of the chil! night air, .nd to see more clearly, The camp was empty now, The men were gone, Only Jean was with him, his face darkly flushed and his eyes burning. Philip rose slowly to his feet. There was no longer the sickening dizsiness in his head, Hi inhaled still deeper breaths, wht Jean stood step back and watched. Far off in the forest he heard ti faint barking of dogs. “They are running like the wind!” breathed Jean, "Those are Renault's They are two miles away!” took Philip by the arm. hav aud Fab for you in Pierr must Le down, pper. You will need all of strength eoon.” Pe Sere st haem tired dog— with Josephine out there with Lang! IT am ready now, Jean, | am not hungry, And the pain is gone. Boe—I am as steady as youl” he cried ex- citedly, gripping Jean's hand, “God in Heaven, who knows what may be happening out there!” “Josephine ts sate for a time, M'sieur,” assured Jean, “Listen to me, Netootam! 1 feared this. That is why I warned you. Lang is taking her to Thoreau's, He believes that we will not dare to pursue, and that pa Jowephine will send back word she is there of her own pieagure, Why? Be- cause he has sworn to give Le M’sieur the confession if we make him trouble. Mon Dieu, he thinks we will not dare! and even now, Netootam, six of the fastest teams and swiftest runners within @ hundred miles are gone to 1 the word among the for » that L'Ange, our Josephine, has rried off by Thoreau and his Before dawn they will bawin father where the forks meet, miles off there toward the Devil's Nest, and to-morrow"—— Jean crossed himeelf, “Our Lady forgive us, if it is sin to take the lives of twenty such men,” be “Not one will live to tell the story. And not a log of Thoreau House will stand to hold the secret which will die forever with to-mor- row's end, Phillp came near to Jean now, He placed his two hands on the halt- breed's shoulders, and for a moment looked at him without speaking, His was strangly white, understand—everything, Jean,” he whispered huskily, and his lips med parched, "To-morrow, we destroy 1 evidence, and kill, will That \s the one way, And that which you dread, which Josephine has told me I could not gusss in @ thous the Jean wae reaching bie In the faces tn oy you ou will swear that?” nd to-morrow we fight! you ~you Satormiané what that eve you not want to kno will go to La jour tel) him have received word that you J eephine are to stay at Breuti's over. waht. He must not know what has happened. fen we will tell him that we did not want to rify him and Miriam over Jo- wephine, If should be at the fight, and came hand to hand with La Thoreau"—— “He must not gol” ip, “Hu to him, Jes some coffee while % a are Hiring another rife. hey ropbes of mine and k. ig - Jean prepared to leave, | "T will return soon,” he sald. “We {should start for the Forks within two | claimed jour, In that time you must slipped away into the gloom to rection of the pit, For several minutes Phil | Sony ‘awoke into life. The thought lthat had come to him this Ne had chi bie world for him. id he wondered now if he wae right. Jean had said, “I cannot believe that you have guessed true,” and yet in tho half-breed's face, in his horror-filled eyes, in the tense gathering of his | body wae revealed the fear that he hed! But if he had made @ mistake! If he had guessed wrong! Th: urged in his face, ie own. “What did he say?” asked Philip, aa they sat down to eat. “He had no sus- picions?” “None, M’sieur,” replied Jean, @ strange smile on his Lp: ‘He was with Miriam. When I entered they were romping like two children in the music-room, Her hair was down, She was pulling his beard, and they we: laughing so that at first they did no! hear me when I spoke to them, Laugh- “Has Josephine told you what the Indians call them?” he dsked softly. 1) M's picture in my brain which 1 shall never forget. I first came to Adare House on a@ cold, bleak aight Srine of hunger, and first of T loo! through the lighted window. In a oe chair before the fire sat Le ur, #0. that I eould see his face and what was gathered up close in his arms, At first I thought it was # sleeping child he was holding, “And then | saw the long hair streaming to the floor, and in that moment La Fleurette-—beautiful as the angels I had dreamed of—raisod her face and saw me at the wiado And @uring all the years that ha’ passed since then it has been like hat, M'sieur, They have been lovers. Thoy will be until they dle. Philip was ailent. He knew that Jean was looking at him. He felt that he was reading the thoughts in his heart. A little later he drew out bis watoh and looked at it. ‘What time is it, M’steur?” “Nine o'clock,” replied Philip. “Why wait another hour, Jean? I am ready. “Then we will go,” replied Joan, prin, “Throw these into tepee, M’slour, while I put the dogs in the traces. They moved quickly now. Over them the gray heavens seemed to drop lower. snrongs L the breaking of 08 which the form of all things was It was not @ night for talk. It was filled with the whisperings of storm, and to Philip those whisper- ings were an oppressive presage of the tragedy that lay that night ahead of them. The dogs were harnessed, t Jean had chosen from the id straight out into the pit of gloom the half-breed led them. In that darkness Philtp could see nothing. But not once did Jean fal- ter, and the dogs fojiowed him, occa- nally whining at the strangeness and unrest of the night; and close behind them oame Philip. For a long time there was no sound but the tread of thelr feet, the scraping of the tobomgan, the patter of the dogs, and the wind that bit down from out Of the thick ehy into pruce tops, They had travelled an hour when they came to a place where the smothering weight of the da seemed to rise from about them. was the edge of @ great open, a bit of the Barren that reached down like a solitary finger from the North: tree- less, shrubless, the playground of the foxes and the storm winds, Here Jean fell back beside Philip for a moment “You are not tiring, M’sieur?” “Lam getting stronger every mile,” declared Philip, “I feel no effects of the blow now, Jean. How far did you say it was to the place where our people are to meet?” “Bight miles. We have come four, In this darkni we could make it faster without the dogs, but they are carrying @ hundred pounds of tepee, guns and food,” the forest swept pe At last rock ridge. with J Phil. 1 will boll a along the face of the ridge, and than wpe. they plunged down the valley of ~ deeper gloom, The forest was thick — and low, and Philip that they wore passing thro wamp. When they came out of it the Gre was al- most in thelr faces, The oO the doge greeted them. As dashed into the light half a dozen men had risen and were facing them, their «5% rifles in the crooks of their arma, From out of the six there strode a )"# tall, thin, smooth-shaven man toward them, and from Jean's fell and there was @ fe eyes. “Joan Crojaset!” he Ladue’ word. Is it true? soul in all thie world been lesa men at those god! cannot betieve it! have come to fight!” é “It io trug Father,” replied Jean. “They have stolen her as the wolves of white men her father’s tepee three years ago. And to-morrow"—— “The vi As the who For me bus! the 1) WT WEEN'S COMPLETE VEL 1 TRE EVENING WORD THE FREEBOOTER B it become buman to Philip, In this ance he lost his fear for Ji He led the way @ short distance cried, “I wap at >i 7! when Pierre came with the | Has the purest © #' jour Philip Daroam| husband of Josephine,” said Jean. & 4 “Ladue told me that she had foun: bel » ry I, Father you, my son! It was I, Fai baptised her Lass © made Adare House a home from the timo she was old enoug! E her tiny arms abaut ae isp my name. I was on eee you when night Ladue's, Iam not a fight Goa does not love r But it was Christ who flung th) » money-changers and #o I have come to fight.” The others were closed now, and Jean was telli in the forest Purple in the Mission tened, There wei of the others. With tense faces and eyes slumbering fires i Atha aa ts oe telles, father bou Swamp. @ long Ow eight huge with the strength of oxen, the Missioner bad come barre! Tall and ghostlike in the ore like spectre than Frenchman, through th five, not arrive: Jean was disappoin “I heard three days for meat,’ his breath. back to the the west. latened, o dl, It may be they They drew close the Fouteiles dri log for the flames, with hair and beard as red per, hummed the Storm Song under H Por sixty had been bounded by four walls of the forests, For many seconds Janesse lower his hand; Sid not heard by slowly out of the dusky-faced, silent, shado They were within the ci, before Jean or his moved, and at their head was the Cre spruce sapling, and with ¢; * Went searchingly from face to face ermin: s00n, with the uneasy glitter of an ‘They fell u; fled “Ugh shoulders ‘There were seven, Six of them car- ried rifles. In the hands of the sev- enth was a sh (Te Be Pe pull head, and armed lied smooth bore 7 ee Ly hoes rom the fox grounds 0} Barren cume “Mad” Joe Hora toning head of a running f two hundred yards four times, out of : Kaskisoon and g = $6 at had man's came to the Rats, ne Some Thoreau’s? But if it le oe I tole Red Fawn from lesioner grip) ‘May God bieas years and years ago, Kiug the tempie— it them voine grew v forehead as he lise re no questions on dark, eet burned with relight, wit bot malemutes that pulled And with Ladue, the who could send @ bullet his Crees and Philip knew that ted, ago of a 6 est,” sale at © halt-breed’a 1 have gone bout the fire and in @ fresh birch "Mad" Joo Horn, a8 cop: Janesse stood with h, PAcing dadbuawe — © raised @ hand, and all years bis world | Son eee and the: companion had Kaski- ander ag no Jean, and with a saties and a hunch of his turned to his followers, otgun, \