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Show a tMy eum around. Tarther along hen is a window to one of the guest chambers, cham-bers, and we may pick up a sparkle oi two In that room, for a big house party is on at Simcoe Lodge just now, and the wealthy Mrs. Vineland is one ol the guests. Then we'll back to our ic.;boat and be under cover again before be-fore they knew we've paid 'em a visit." ' Sam opened those little eyes of his wider. He. was not overgifted with an active brain, but the reference to Simcoe Sim-coe Lodge had sharpened his intellect, for Simcoe Lodge was the home of Ed Daleton, and had not Ed Dale-ton Dale-ton Well, Sam Augustus' drew closer to the cabin window. ; . Sam- waited to hear no more. The men were thieves, and they intended robbing the home of the only white man who had ever befriended him.J Oh, lazy, shiftless Sam Augustus, why do you hurry so? For he was skating across the lake as he had never skated before. Twenty miles stretched between him and that part of the mainland where Simcoe Lodge stood, and he must be fleet indeed in-deed to arrive before the. boat. ; On, on through the night he raced. In his face blew- the first gusts of a storm, but he plunged through: the ' crystal flakes, his sinewy legs fairly fl;cr r,ver tho IpvpI Kin-face. Now he ; 1 n An Indian's Gratitude ' could see lights twinkling in the distance, dis-tance, and his Indian instinct told him they were from a farmhouse not far from the Daleton estate. Not a light could be seen from Simcoe Lodge, itself, it-self, for a huge row of fir trees, wind breakers, screened the house' from the lake blasts. Sam swung along buoyantly. The next moment a hissing, whistling sound came to his ears, and he saw a flash of 'white glide past him, to be swallowed swal-lowed up in the darkness. It was the boat. They would beat him yet. He dug his skates into the ice despairingly and 'hurled himself forward. But in a minute or two he became hopeful again. It was yet too early for the burglars to. begin work. He could easily arrive in time to warn the household. Not pausing to seek the gate into the Daleton erounds. he leaped the Sam Augustus was of the Algonquin tribe, a typical Indian of these days of Reservations lazy, shiftless and addicted ad-dicted to strong drink. As an Indian he was more or less despised by the -white men with whom he came in ' contact, but was much too easy-going to be disturbed by that. The possessor of a small farm on Georgina Island, he was so far true to the traditions of "his ancestors as to allow Mrs. Sam Au-I Au-I gustus to earn his living for him, which she cheerfully did, reaping harvest har-vest in the summer time by weaving must have felt at least half way grateful. grate-ful. The summer davs passed away and the autumn shadows lengthened Into the blackness of winter, but Sam Augustus Au-gustus had not once appeared at the Alexandra house since that night in June. Whatever conjectures the habitues of the place might have hazarded haz-arded concerning his absence were driven out of mind, however, by a series of occurrences which gave the villagers ample reason for not only much gossip, but also much alarm. baskets of sweet grass and reeds for the holiday seekers who annually visited vis-ited Beaverton. Beaverton was the most picturesque spot on the shores of Lake .Simcoe, j but Sam Augustus, on the occasions I of his periodical visits to the main- I land, never stopped to contemplate its I -various points of interest. There was but one attraction in the place for ! Tiim, and that, it must be confessed -with shame, was the barroom of the r . Alexandra house. c, Sam's visits to Beaverton, or, to be , tnore exact, to the Alexandra house, usually terminated in his crawling In-V- , ' "to the loft of the hotel stable, there 1 " -to sleep off the effects of the potent fire water he had imbibed. But on a ' Saturday night in June he enjoyed a -novel experience. Paul Wilson had come to the mill j that day with a load of grain and had i -converted the grain not into flour, but into greasy bits of paper which he ' deemed far more useful. Then, as he 1 -was consumed with a great thirst, and, 1 '; moreover, had the wherewithal to I aioira it hp naturally turned his team UjtBWIHIIIIIII III PHI I III 111 ITM1 high fence that paralleled the fir trees only to alight upon a human body.. Next moment he was grasped by no tender hands. "Here, what's this?" he heard a voice exclaim. "Turn yer glim on, Rats. Here's a nice kind o' a party that comes tumblin' onto a man without with-out so much as a beg pardin." Sam Augustus writhed desperately, but another pair of brawny hands seized him, and he was helpless, yet he kept up the struggle, and as he fought, shouted with all the strength of his red utafisTuEib-. "Thieves!" "Blast it, stop that!" commanded the voice. "Ye won't, eh? Then" There was a click and a report. Sam gave a groan and staggered back. Spud let him slip to the ground. 'I thought I'd stop ye," he muttered. "Say, Rats, I" Something bright flashed through the night. The Indian had risen to his knees. Spud fell, with the toe of a skate in is brain. "Thieves!" shouted Sam. In a yard of the old Free kirk at Beaverton is a plain white shaft with this inscription: : "SAM AUGUSTUS, : : The Indian Who : : Remembered." : , Montreal Family Herald. toward the Alexandra house. Matters following in logical sequence, Paul Wilson developed ere night into a drunken bully, with Sam Augustus the especial object of his hectoring. Sam, indeed, was in a fair way to get the i tearing of his life when Ed Daleton ! interfered. Daleton interfered to such an ex-j ex-j - ' -tent that Paul was escorted to the vil- He Was Skating Across the Lake as He Had Never Skated Before. Thieves made their presence felt In that Sleepy Hollow of Canada. One burglary followed another in rapid succession. In every case the cracksmen cracks-men went about their work in a way that proved they were no novices. Of all this Sam Augustus was In nrofound ignorance. He and Mrs. Sam ! lage hospital, while bam Augustus, f ready by that time to consent to any proposal, acceded to Daleton's request j to go home with him and in the morn- II ing join the haymakers on the Daleton ;i estate. 1! An hour later found Sam tucked in- 0 4o the most comfortable bed he had were now the only inhabitants of Georgina Geor-gina island, the half dozen other Indians In-dians who comprised the normal population pop-ulation being away with some wild west show. For many moons Sam had remained at home with his wife, fighting fight-ing manfully against his lust for drink, but at last a day came when Sam decided de-cided that he must yield or die. So with the setting sun he strapped on his skates and started over the Ice to Beaverton. He was passing a little cove on that side of the island farthest from his home when he noticed what looked uncommonly like a boat's said flapping flap-ping in the wind. .This impressed Sam as being a bit out of the ordinary ordi-nary for midwinter, but what gave him a distinct shock was seeing a light in a log cabin that to his knowledge, had been unoccupied for years. There was enough of his ancestors" blood in his veins to make him wary, and he conjectured, not without reason, rea-son, that whoever was in the old cabin had no right to be there. So he stooped stoop-ed down, unfastened his skates, and slung them around his neck, and, swift as a deer, ran to the shore of the cove. Cautiously he crept over the snow until he stood behind the cabin and looked in'through a'window. Seated at a little table were two men, both keen-visaged, both well dressed and both youthful. Overhead hung a dirty lantern. On the table between them was spread out a sheet of white paper, which they were examining ex-amining with great interest. "This," Sam heard one say, pointing to a mark on the paper, "is the veranda veran-da entrance I was telling you about It leads straight into the old man's room, and they sav he generally has w i s;;; Cautiously He Crept Over the Snow. ' ever known. Ere morning came, how- t-' -ever, the bed was empty. The Indian 1 '.. -J had already repented his rash promise I to go to work. Still, he took away V 1 pothing but himself and his dirty clothes, whereupon Daleton argued, he I ! |