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❖ $ ♦ # % 3}C $ $ £ # ;{c $ $ $ jjc $ j}c jfc 4c * {By OTTWELL BINNS.) * * * * * * * ■fr # * * * * * “I have torn ray note out,” she said, “ there it is." She held a crumpled boll of paper in her hand. “It is I the saddest thing I ever read. Ho tells roe that ho was responsible for roy going adrift, that ho deliberately broke ray paddle in order that he might find me and pose as a hero, because he wanted roe to marry him and knew that I worshipped heroism. He says that he had made what reparation was possible to you- and that you will be able to clear your name. He prays for our happiness, and—and—he hints at what ; he was about to do, because he finishes : with the old cry of the gladiators—- ' Hail, Osar, we who are about to die, | salute thee V Oh I It is so sad! I .... No eyes but mine shall ever read it—and I—shall never read it again.” She moved her hand slightly and the crumpled ball rolled into the blaze of the fire. She watched the flickering flame leap up, and die down, then she turned to her lover with streaming eyes. “You were right to let him go, my dear 1 I—l pray God they will not Qnd him." “I also!" said Stane. , * ’ ‘ ; They waited an hour, two hours, saying little, neither trying to hide from the other the anxiety each felt, and then through the mist of snow between the trees came Anderton and Jean Benard. Stane flashed a, question at the policeman, who shook his head. Thank God-!” said Stane, whilst Jean Benard looked at Helen. ■ “ Zee deaths een zee snow, eet ees nodmgs! I know. I haf seen a man die so. Eet ees as gentle as a woman’s hand.” And as he finished speaking Helen turned and went to the little tent to pray for the repose of the man who had sinned, hut had made the’last complete reparation. Two clays later, when the storm blown itself out, all of them took trad to Fort Malsun, and at the of the first clay reached a small i that was unknown to Stane. “ Where does this go toP" he a over the camp-fire at night, poin to the frozen waterway. “It makes a big bend and falls she nver above Fort Malsun.” Anderton. “And the other wav? Where it come from?” “ Don’t know I" answered Andei never travelled it!” i f sa id Jean Benard. haf up eet fifteo miles. Two d trail from here dere eos an Engl Mission, where a married priest pr see Gospel to zee Indians. He angel !” 00d man ’ who lau gh hko A musing look came on Stane’s l ihL h ljf at f il r Et>me tiroe in thou then u hen the opnortunity came walked with Helen on the edi?”f T ) r , i.S°i nver , Bin S earf l,estly.. A I of light laughter reached the mei round ami> fir 9 and Jean benard loi “ W 7 hat ees ze saying of vour trymen, p’hceman? ‘ Toutla

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bo served !* It veol snatch -eet’s happiness from zee jaws of death, eetselr.” ‘Yes! And these two deserve the happiness they will get!” When Stane and Helen returned tn the fire, the former whilst Ai\derton was busy elsewhere, spent some time m conversation with Jean Benard, who after a few moments, cried enthusiastically; . S a r! Cat, ees a great plan, m sieu 1 Zee dogs an’ zee stores i would giv dem you eef I' vos not su poor a mans I But you can buy dem—wid pleasure!” ,i ! Eut nofc a word to Anderton till morning.” ‘‘Right, ni’sieu. I understand. You an your mees you giv’ zee p’liceman.s uu ?< , b pf« sur .P r , l , Ee , ! Ees not dat E0? m P ' , If V lt ’ laughed Stane. ~i + d 4 n L d , ei ! ton ’ s surprise was complete. M hilst it wag yet dark and the Jj tars , were twinkling frostily, the three dog-teams were harnessed on the river Then the policeman made the discovery hhat Jean Benard’s team was headed up stream. b Hallo, Jean,” he cried, ‘‘are you going to leave us?” y Not I, M’sieu Anderton,” said the trapper with a grin. “I an wirl v-> to Port Malsnn to help you loolAfW Chigmok an zee oddcrs. But I zee team sold to M’sieu Stane, an’ he gcS Engleesh Mission.” g rul tl ? e En S ]isll -Mission 1” Then a light broke on the policeman, and ho turned to where Stane and Helen stood together, with laughter in their eves.' i 1 coalcl yon-shake you both,” i® f « a Pretty game to cheat me oat of the job of best man. But Great Christopher!, it’s the tip-top thing to do, to marry before you go °ut of the wilderness.’'’ g ( ‘‘That missionary,” lafighed Stane. J J It.would be follv not to use Iho opportunity he represents.” i ,> i b , d tlunk if I were in vour & Jg te hrf An,iori0 "' i» “And Jean says he laughs like an angel.- cried Helen gaily. “I want to n .in atl 'uu' I have never seen an angel laugh! haV r ! And 80 , Stane.” replied the policeman. “ How soon do }on take the trail to Paradise?' We’ll nait and see you start!” “We’re ready now,” said Stane. i,ncn its time you were off!” th?n a^L' Ve ? Bha lf e ”' e° od -hyes said, then Stane stepped ahead of the do^a pde St He 0n to ° k Her plaCe at the geedogs^°Sh! MooshI ” cried Jea n to the c , T r h f ea a ™ id cries of well-wishes they started off on their trail to the English Mission, and overhead the lights of the withMenS" 6UddeDly ’ Ht the trail (The End.)

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