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Show THE RICH COUNTY REAPER RANDOLPH, UTAH 111 114 uoa went ane&a of him halfway to the still form and stopped. He sensed something Jeems could not see or feel through the smoke mist which undulated before their eyes. Warning of impending danger confronted the dog, and he tried to pass It te hla master. In that moment, a shot came from the mill, and a flash of pain darted The Plains of Abraham By Jsnes Oliver Cmvood by Doubleday Doran WNXJ Co., Ina Service. THE STORY ld Belgn-curi- e. -- of-the English. CHAPTBR III Hepsiuan fear for the eafety of the Bulains, In their Isolated position, but Henri laughs at the idea of danger. . Jeema presents the Her cousin, Paul velvet to Toinette. Tache, a few years older than Jeems. contrives to throw the parcel away Jeema resents the action, and attack Paul, but the latter whips the smaller bnv CHAPTER IV Next day Jeems, feel mg he was wrong in brawling befort Toinette, goes to her home to offer hi apologies. He hears Madame Tonteui refer to him as a little English beast," but makes his apologies anc roes home, eying nothing of what he had overheard. Hepsibah takes hi eparture. ibe Tonteurs go to Quebec, where Toinette is to be educated After four years, during which Jssms practically reaches manhood, the Tonteurs return. War between Britain and France flames, and Fyench settler hasten, to join DieskaU, French commander. Henri and Jeems remain at home. Absent one day on a hunting trip, Jeems sees from a distance hi 'iome in flame CHAPTER V. Continued. Against this clouding of his senses he felt himself struggling as if swimming in an empty space. He picked np his hatchet and his how and rose to his feet He had not lost sound of the mill wheel even when Tolnettes sobbing had seemed to be at his side. It was crying at him now, hut before he tumeJ toward it his eyes rested was half on Tonteurs wooden peg. cut off. a mark of grim humor on the part of a butcher. The mill wheel was forcing his attention to that fact it said, and then Look look look repeated the old song, calling him an English beast. He faced it in a flash of resentment, not because of the wheel alone but on account of what lay at his feet and what he knew he would And nearer to the walls of the manor. His mind was hurling anathema at the wheel. He wanted to tell It that it lied. In this hush of death he wanted to cry ont that he was not of the murderous breed who had sent the killers. Proof was over there, in the valley which at His mother. hist was well named. His father. His Cncle Hepsibah. Not one of them were dead by its hand. He had been left alive by chance. That was proof. The wheel was 'It wrong. Present at the THIRD ANNUAL R. H. S. S. J-e- CHAPTER I With hla finfllah wif. aon, Catherine, and Jeems," Henri Bulain, French aattler in Canada in 1749. cultivate a fertile farm, adjacent to the Tonteur Aa the etory opena the Bulain family la on ita way home from a visit to the Tonteurs. Catherinea wandering brother. Hepaibah, meeta them. CHAPTER II Hepsibah aa la hla cuatom, ha brought preaentB tor hi slater and her family. To Jeems he givea a splendid piece of crimson velvet, laughingly telling the boy it la to be a present from Jeema to Toinette Tonteur, email daughter of thf seigneur Hepsibah also gives Jtaaas a pistol, bidding him perfect himself In marksmanship, for the people Of NM frontier are constantly in fear by Indian war parties, allies Of the twelve-year-o- through Jeems arm. He was flung backward and caught himself to hear echoes of the explosion beating against the forested hills and the wheel at the top of the mill screaming at him. He answered the shot by dropping his bow and dashing toward the mill. Death might easily have met him at the threshold, bnt nothing moved in the vaultlike chamber he had entered, and there was no sound in It except that of his own breath and hla racing heart Odd went to the flight of narrow steps which led to the tower room and told that what they sought was there. Jeems ran up, his hatchet raised to strike. He must have been an unforgettable and terrifying object as he appeared above the floor Into the light which forced its way through the dusty glass of three round windows over his head. There must even have been a little of the monster about him. He bad left some of his garments with his mother tmd father, and his arms and shoulders were bare. Char and smoke and the stain of earth had disfigured him. His face appeared to be pttlttted for slaughter and a greenish flrer$tlt-tere- d in the eyes that were seeking for an enemy. Blood dripped to the oaken planks from his wounded arm. He was a Frankenstein ready to kill, dishevelment and fury concealing his youth, his stature made appalling by his eagerness to leap at something with the upraised hatchet. If the hatchet bad found a brain, it She would have been Toinettes. faced him as he came, holding the musket which she had fired through a slit in the wall as if she still possessed faith in its power to defend her. Her eyes had in them a touch of madness. Yet she was so straight and tense, waiting for death, that she did not seem to be wholly possessed by fear or terror. Something unconquerable was with her, the soul of Tonteur himself struggling in her fragile breast to make her unafraid to die and giving This to her an aspect of defiance. courage could not hide the marks of her torture. Death had miraculously left her flesh untouched In passing, yet she stood crucified In the mill room. Expecting a savage, she recognized Jeems. The mnsket fell from her hands to the floor with a dull crash, and she drew back as if retreating from one whose presence she dreaded more than that of a Mohawk, until her form pressed against the piled-ubags of grain, and she was like one at bay. The cry for vengeance which was on Jeems lips broke in a sobbing breath when he saw her. He spoke her name, and Toinette made no response except that she drew herself more closely to the sacks. Odds toenails clicked on the wooden floor as he went to her. This did not take her eyes from Jeems. They were twin fired flaming at him through a twilight gloom. The dog touched her hand with his warm tongue, and she snatched It away. She seemed to grow taller against the gray dusk of the wall of grain. You English beast ! It was not the mill wheel this time, but Toinettes voice, filled with the madness and passion which blazed from her eyes. With a sudden movement she picked up the musket and struck at him. It It had been loaded, she would have killed him. She continued to strike, but Jeems was conscious only of the words which came from her brokenly as she spent her strength on him. He had come with the English Indians to He and his destroy her people! mother had plotted It, and they were alive while every one who belonged to her was dead! The barrel of the gun struck him across the eyes. It fell against his wounded arm. It bruised his body. Sobblngly, she kept repeating that she wanted to kill him, and cried out wildly for the power with which to accomplish the act aa he stood before her like a man of stone. An English beast her peoples murderer a fiend more terrible than the painted, savages . - . She struck until the weight of the musket exhausted her and she dropped it Then she snatched weakly at the hatchet in Jeems hands, and his fingers relaxed about the helve. With a cry of triumph, she raised It, but before the blow coaid descend she sank in a crumpled heap upon the floor. Even then her almost unconscious lips were whispering their denunciation. He knelt beside her and supported her head in his unwounded arm. For a moment it lay against his breast Her eyes were closed, her lips were still. And Jeems, sick from her blows, remembered his mothers Qod and breathed a prayer of gratitude because of her deliverance. Then he bent arid kissed the mouth that had cursed him. Be It lied. He looked at Tonteur again, strengthening himself to go a little farther and find Toinette. He knew how it would be. Toinette's young body, even more pitiful than his mothers. He forced himself to turn toward the smoldering walls. Toinette dead ! His father might die, and Tonteur, and all the rest of the world but these two, his mother and Toinette, Inseparable in hW soul forever, the vital parks which had kept his own heart heating how could they die while he Tvedf He advanced, pausing over one the slaves, a woman almost un"thefl. Inky black except the top of her- head, which was red where her - - scalp was gone. In the crook of her arm was her scalpless Infant. White, black, women, babies the loveliness of girlhood It made no difference. Jeems scanned the earth beyond her, end where the smoke lay in a white shroud he saw a small, slim figure which he knew was Toinette: Another young body might have lain in the mine way, its slenderness crumpled in the same manner, a naked arm revealed dimly under Its winding sheet of smoke. But he knew this was Toinette. The dizzying haze wavered trfnre his eyes again, and he put out his hand to hold it back. Toinette. Only a few steps from him. Dead, like his mother. p .- Junior Trom March 21, 1931 RANDOLPH, UTAH. CHAPTER VI Toinette was alone when she awoke from the unconsciousness which had come to ease the anguish of her mind and body. It Beemed to her she was coming out of sleep and that the walls which dimly met her eyes were those of her bedroom in the manor. That a truth whose evidence lay so horribly about her could be reality and not a dream broke on her senses duUy at first and then with a swift understand-ing- . She sat up expecting to see Jeems. But he was gone. She was no longer where she had fallen at her enemys feet But Jeems had made a resting place for her of empty bags and must hare carried her to it She her, painted brightly by the sun. Jeems Bulain out there with her dead ! The boy her mother had tried to make her regard with bitterness and dislike from childhood a man grown into an English monster! She struggled to bring back her power to j; hate and her desire to kill, but the effort she made was futile. She followed the crimson stains. All about her was the haze of smoke, i: soft and still in the air. In the distance, obscured by thT fog which ran ; ; from the smoldering rains, she saw a form bent grotesquely under a bur- ; den. It was a shapeless thing, distorted by the sun and the smoky spindrifts dancing before her eyes, but ' living because It was moving away o from her. Behind It was a smaller :: object, and she knew the two were i; Jeems and his dog. She watched until they were blotted from her vision, and minntes passed o before she followed where they had YOUR j PRINTING 13 ;j oo i: AValuable Asset J of Your Business We Help Our Cus tomers to Success With Presentable, Profitable I ;; ;; j) PUBLICITY gone. Jeems must have seen her, for ha re- o o appeared with the dog like a were- ft wolf at his heels. He had found a coat somewhere and did not look so savage, though hla face was disfigured and bleeding where she bad struck him with the barrel of the musket She tried to apeak when he stopped before her. Accusation and a bit of ferocity remained in her soul, but they were Impotent in the silence between them. His eyes meeting hers steadily from under the lurid brand of her blow, seemed less like a murderers and held more the gaze of one who regarded her with a cold and terrible pity. He did net pnt out a helping hand though she felt herself swaying. He was no longer youth. He was not even Jeems Bulain. But his voice was the same I am sorry, Toinette. Jeems scarcely knew he spoke the worde They rang back through the She Had Tried to Kill Him. And yean aa If a ghost had come to life He had Gone Away Leaving Her whose memory they had flayed out of Alivel their hearts a long time age What are you doing here she shivered when she looked at the musdemanded. blood on floor. stain the ket and the of She might have asked that same She had tried to kill him. And he had tl on In those unlmnortant vaara dues gone away, leaving her alive! when he had dared to visit Tonteur As had happened to Jeems, something was burned out of her now. It manor with his foolish gifts. Why had gone in the sea of darkless which was he here? He turned In the direchad swept over her, and she rose with tion from which he had come and eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee an unemotional calmness, as If the held out hla hand, not for her to take, She what a aa understood voice but cobwebs room with dust and tower its and store of ripened grain had become his burden had been. Tean? Such her cloister. Passion had worn Itself trivial things eonld not exist in the of the holocaust that had away. If a thought could have alalu, after-heshe would still have wreaked her ven- consumed them. Pride defying grief, you had a diamond, would geance on Jeeips, but she would not raised her chin a little as she obeyed to was what she have touched the musket again that Jeeme She knew you keep hidden from sight came to she when And the going. lay on the floor. where beauty could not be She went to the head of the stairs place which Jeems had prepared, ahe who had white a was like ap- enjoyed? Keep your head well angel and looked down. The son of the English woman had left no sign except peared to gaze for a moment or two trimmed ' you may have the drip of blood that made a trail upon the dead. on the steps and out of the door. equivalent under your hair (To be Continued) Exultation possessed her as she thought how nearly she had brought to The Dividing Lino the Bulalns the same shadow of death When you begin to get too much which they and their kind had brought satisfaction out of your own altruism, her. The thrill was gone in a watch out ; thats not altruism : its The red droDS fascinated vanity. American Magazine. JustRemember The Reaper Printing! Shop does job work of all kinds. Le us figure with you on your next Printing Job. YOUR ATTENTION! at If it its its DAVE SMITHS BARBER SHOP )to |