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Show Friday, Jprmr" 15, l?2fi THE aley CSfc GE0RGE voices MARSH Jk Wlmfiy JnXl JarH$l WVHtvV i AUTHOR. OF TOILERS OF THE TRAIL "THE WHELPS WOLF " W Y'i7s-COPYR'GM- LfcAv-Cfe- " Or-TH- b T E THE PENN PUBLISHING CO. ''!' CHAPTER IX Continued flamme tonight, if I knew what you and Michel had In your heads?" David shook his head. "Laflamme "You met that skunk, did you?" he ees smart man. He tell you noding." rasped, his control gone. Then, get"Nothing about what?" demanded ting himself in hand, he went on : "And the people at Walling River Steele. "Noding 'bout sendin' Pierre to did you stop there?" Could the free-tradhave read the sea,re de Injun 'bout steal in' de fur thoughts of the man who faced him, trade from St. Onge, wld whisky." "Well, possibly he won't talk, but as he asked for news of the doomed I'll give him. a good opening." post, he would have started as one The living room In the comfortable starts at the warning of a rattler. For the mention of Walling River stirred quarters of Louis Laflamme was a a fierce desire In Steele to mangle revelation to the man who anticipated with his bare hands the man who finding the rude furnishings typical of thought ts obtain Denise St. Onge' northern fur posts. The shelves of But the bronzed face of books, the furniture much of It by bribery. the American masked his turbulent brought from the railroad by canoe-the thoughts as he intentionally drawled, were large graphophone, the pictures, indicative of tastes which hardLaflamme's eyes: watching with the reputation of the ly squared a case. it's "Well, long story. Queer trader. Wailing River, very Interesting to an "You are extremely comfortable ethnologist like myself. They've had here," he said, as Laflamme led him a hard summer." Steele knew frem the quick interest Into the room. "You're fond of In the other's face that he had won "Ah! There's where this life Is that however deep was Laflamme's distrust of his motives in taking the barren, monsieur," impulsively re Ogoke trail, the desire for news of the plied the Frenchman. "Why, I've girl at Walling River, for an inkling hitched my dogs and traveled clear to of the nature of St. Onge's answer to the railroad In the middle of winter his offer, would result In an invita- to hear some music. It's the thing I tion to spend the night at the post. miss, and the phonograph Is cold ; I as the man- tire of It. If I played myself, but I And he smiled inwardl-don't." Then Laflamme turned a tense ner of Laflamme swiftly changed. "Mademoiselle St. Onge was she face on Steele. "Did she play while you were at the post?" well?" an For Instant muscles the of to as I know that, hardly "Why, To speak, as what to say," Steele answered. "Las-celle- s Steele's body stiffened. showed up there just as I left." a stranger, of Denise St. Onge with "What? Lascelles at Wailing Riv- the man who had plotted ruthlessly to er?" exploded Laflamme, patently knocked ofT his feet at the news. "What what has happened? He's not going to marry her. thjs fall?" "No, he's not going to marry her this fall." So emphatic was Steele's tone so final the statement that It drew from Laflamme a sidelong glance of curiosity, in the course of his restless pacing of the landing. "What brought him up river then?" "Why, this WIndlgo trouble," lied Steele, anxious to learn If Pierre had brought the news to Ogoke. The eyebrows of the Frenchman lifted In surprise. "WIndlgo trouble? What do you mean, Mr. Steele?" Steele was confident that Laflamme was dissembling. "Why, haven't you heard that the Walling valley Is overrun by Windlgoes?" he laughed, closely watching Laflamme's dark face. But though, a moment before, the trader had made no effort to conceal his emotion at the mention of Denise St. Onge, Steele now looked Into cryptic eyes. "Mon Dleu, no! Tou mean to say that the Indians are frightened?" "Yes, you might call it that," said Steele, facetiously, "although I think "Yes, It Is My Home, but I .Seldom that I would make It a bit stronger. See It" You don't believe in the WIndlgo, Monwin over her father to buy her, sicksieur Laflamme?" Laflamme smiled. "You are a Joker, ened him. Yet menace though he was to the post at Walling River, bis Mr. Steele. We will discuss the Indian superstition tonight over some a ex- hatred and Jealousy of Lascelles might cellent whisky, if you like. You will be put to good use If the opportunity do me the honor to dine with me and offered, and Steele Intended to play my sister. Mademoiselle Rose - La- upon those passions of his host this very night flamme." "Mademoiselle St. Onge seemed to Thank you!" And Steele, accombe depressed and played little panied by Antolne. of the scarred face, the greatly few days I was there then Lasreturned to the canoe, delighted that celles appeared," he said. his Interview, which had started so "She despises the dog, and yet he had closed with an Invitation .to pass at least one night at the has openly boasted at Albany he would marry her," sneered Laflamme. post. "I don't think he ever will," threw While he shaved and changed his clothes In the shack assigned to him, out Steele, lighting the cigarette and .whither Laflamme, with marked passed him and watching the play of hospitality, had sent hot water from emotion on tl.s handsome fuce of the his kitchen, Steele held a council of other. war with David, who had made a "Why?" "Because, she would kill herself hasty reconnolssance of the post. first." "Did you see I'lerre?" Women don't do it, "Nonsense! "No, but I smell plenty whisky on de Injun." monsieur," scoffed the trader, but the "How many hunters are there here fleeting look of approval which Steele still?" caught belied the words. Laflnmme's "Seex seven tlpl here. Queer nature was elemental. To him, her t'lng, w'en I ask why dey are not on death was preferable to having her de trap lines, one of detn say dey not the wife of Lascelles. Steele writhed In his chair as the hunt dees long snows." "How many post servants has he other paced back and forth, hut the welfare of the girl at Wailing River got there are eight cabins?' demanded that be smother all out"Good mnnee." "Did ttiey speak of Walling River or ward reflection of his thoughts, so he the WIndlgo?" fought himself slowly Into a state of callousness at the mention of her "No." "Why do yon suppose he Is feeding name, necessary, If he were to draw all these bush Indians what Is he out his host. "Monsieur,' Lfiflmnme stopped his using them fur?" David's dark features stiffened ns pacing and glared down nt the man hfs eyes sought a crack In the floor. smoking in the chair, "you are right !" Steele paused In his shaving to glance Then, as he walked to the end of the "She will never mnrry room, added: quizzically at his friend. ,e "Oh, well," he laughed, "I suppose that rut of the Kevlllnti people you've promised Michel not to tell will marry me." i "You seem hard hit," me what you think of anything you Steele. I must wait until Novem- "Although she spent but one evening see here. with her father and myreif, ! found ber." hand on her charming, and I congratulate The OJIbway rose, rested the shoulder of his chief. "Eet ees you." "She Is the Shlsh! Hoe!" And hut I promise Michel not so, . a woman both men looked up to omet'lng. Sometam yon know." room. enter PWIe the I tr"1 o his feet. want all "That'a yon right, David; "Rose, this Is Monsieur Steele." to keep yonr promise, but don't you The woman who Joined tl.em and that 1 might get mora out of La 14 . man-eatin- bo; g NEPHI. UTAH TIMES-NEW- to his surprise said graciously, In English, with aa accent, "Monsieur, you are veree welcome," was not at all what Steele had expected to And at Osoke lake. Instead of belonging to a type more or less common to the frontier railroad towns, the girl posing as the sister of Lafyimme was unde niably handsome, with a mass of straight, black hair, and the brilliant olive skin which so often character izes the quarter or eighth blood. For that she was a breed, he had no doubt. Extending a round arm, she gave Steele her hand with something more than the pressure demanded by hospitality, as her white teeth flashed in a smile. "it Is kind of you, mademoiselle, to take me in tonight," he said, and the thought shaped Itself swiftly, as her thick-lashe- d eyes made a bold appraisal of the stranger at Ogoke, that this girl, of whom Laflamme had tired. might have knowledge invaluable might even, by the adroit use of her evident vanity, betray the plans of the lord of Ogoke lake. For that she should be In ignorance of the Infatuation, of the latter for Denise St. Onge was unlikely. "Oh, la. la I Eet ees to ourselves we are kind. Ees eet not so, Louis?" "Yes, monsieur," replied Laflamme with a leer, "judging from the toilet of mademoiselle, one should say It is to Rose that you are kind. You have not worn that thing In months. Rose." "No? I had reason. I do not waste myself on the blind." "Ah But monsieur Is not blind, eh?" "No man ees blind who has been months een the north with no one but the squaws to see, eh, Monsieur Steele?" And Bhe smiled suggestively Into Steele's amused eyes. Then her face darkened. "Oh, I forgot, monsieur has come from Wailing River," she said In a low tone, husky with emotion. Good, thought Steele, she knows, and will talk. Then he gambled with : "One can never see too many beautiful women, mademoiselle." "Oh, you think her beautiful, eh?" replied Rose Laflamme, tapping the floor with the toe of her slipper. "Louis say she ees not." "Come, monsieur," interrupted the trader, with a scowl at the speaker, as an OJIbway woman stood In the doorway, announcing dinner. As they seated themselves at the table, Steele was highly optimistic of what his stay at the post might disclose. Whether Laflamme had decided to take Mm at his word, or still suspected his presence at Ogoke, David had more chance of learning that night than he, but that the outraged pride of Rose Laflamme would lead her to talk, if the opportunity offered, he was now sure. Her reference to Walling River had cleared any doubt on that score. The canker of jealousy and the flouted woman's Instinct for revenge would play havoc with the In Rose Laflamme. "You are from New York, Monsieur Steele, that wonderful city I have never seen?" the hostess was saying. "Yes, It Is my home, but I seldom see It." "Seldom see It? And all the life there to enjoy the theaters, the beautiful women?" "But there are beautiful women elsewhere, mademoiselle; Ogoke lake, for instance," Steele hazarded, lifting his glass to the girl as he glanced furtively at Laflamme. "Mon Dleu, but you are the flatterer! You are a man of thee ladies, monsieur, even eef you desert them to travel een this wilderness." "It Is only that my Inspiration la great this evening," he returned. Laflamme laughed unpleasantly In the girl's face, kindling with pleasure at the remark. In a flash, she turned with what wag near a snarl, her dark eyes flaming, "You see, from others there is appreciation !" Then, lighting- a cigarette, she rested her round eltows on the table, and leaning toward Steele with a challenging look, startled him with: "Say more pretty words to me, you big American !" Steele threw a sidelong glance at Laflamme, to find only unimed tolerance, lie was In doubt whether the girl was making a forlorn attempt tc arouse the trader's Jealousy or .merely set on his own conquest. Since his ready answers to a few questions of Laflamme's regarding New York, Steele believed that the latter's suspicions had faded. But It too early to hazard an attempt to learn anything. lie was dealing with a man both ruthless and powerful. So Steele was discreet, but- - he saw that little more whisky was needed to loose the tongue of the girl beyond control. For that he walled. 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