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n Ended by T Lydia E. ahhaers Vopeble g}"‘.*.fi-;.j_%-"*& Pera on se t t miek i mnoe es @8 es «5 â€"â€"_ .â€"â€"~Pure, Fresh and Sntlob'ln’. & ‘Sold in aleminuam packets. â€" Try it. vnder the old treeâ€"where Jeanne‘s mother lies, And if you could. M‘sieurâ€"if you only couldâ€"place â€"__something..of Jeanne‘s in my band. : 1 FLOWER of PAINS IN BACK AND SIDES Choking back the great sobs that rose in his breast, Philip sank upon his knees beside Pierre, and buried his face in his arms like a heartâ€" broken boy. For several moments there was a silence, punctuated by the rasping breath of the wounded man. Suddeniy this sound ceased. and Philip felt a cold fear leap through him. He listened, tum.herf breathing nor lifting his head. In that interval of pulseless quiet a terrible cry came from Pierre‘s lips, and when Philip looked up the dying halfâ€"breed had struggled to a sit tingâ€"posture, blood staining his lip« again, his eyes blazing, his white face damp with the clammy touch of death, and was staring through "Bhe loves youâ€"as I love her," he whispered, so low that Philip could scarcely hear. "You will love herâ€"always. If you do notâ€"the Great God wil let the curse of Pierre Couchee fall upon you!" _ â€"I would rest easier." Philip bowed his head in silence, while his eyes grew blinding hot. Pierre pressed his hand. "Yes, but I~do not believe that was the motive for the attack. Pierre," said Philip. "Did Thorpe go to see any one in Churchill?" "I don‘t know. He was concealing himself in the forest." A convulsive shudder ran through Pierre‘s body. He gave a low cr, of pain, and his hand clutched at the babiche cord which held the locket about his neck. "‘M‘sieur," he whispered, quickly, "this locketâ€"was on the little Jeanneâ€"when I found her in the snow.â€" I kept it because it bears the woman‘s initials I am foolish, "Was it Thorpe who u’hcked you on the cliff at Churchill?" "No. I am sure that it was not he. If the attack had not failedâ€" it would have meant lossâ€"for him. I have laid it to the ruffians who wanted to kill meâ€"and secure Jeanne. You understandâ€"*" Fitzhugh Lee, is but the agent of & more powerful force behind him. which Thorpe has kept from Jeanne â€"who the other isâ€"the man who is paying to have you destroyed. Yesâ€"they will attack." Philip bent low over Plerre. "I have known of this plot for a long time, Pierre," he said, tensely. "I know that this Thorpe, who for "But Thorpe is dead," said Philip. "Will they attack without him?t" "There is another, besides him," ffeipiie Bc3 .. I am weak. But I would M‘sieur." By James Oliver Curwood. the NORTH was at her side. The girl‘s face was| MacDougall was in the room when white and strained. Heor lips were| they entered, and rose softly, tip twisted in pain at sight of him. She| toeing into the little office. Philip spoke no word, but a strange sound lod Jeanne to Pierre‘s side, and as rose in her throat, a wellingâ€"up of|he bent ower him, and upoke seftly. mmn-auu:r-hmuol»mmtmwnm He light revealed in ber eyes, For one|aaw Joanme. Into his fading eyes moment they stood apart, and Phillp these came a wonderful light His tried to speak, And then, suddeniy, lips moved, and his hands strove to he reached out and drow hor quick lift themselves above the orumpled ly into his armsâ€"so quickly that| blanket. Jeanne dropped upon her there was no time for her to excape, knoes berfde him, and as she clasp no closely that her sweet face lay ‘od his chilled hands to her breast the edge of the mountain, gazing Into the south and west. He called her name. Jeanne turned toward him with a startled ory, and Philip was at hor side. The girl‘s face was white and strained. Hor lips were twisted in pain at sight of him. She feel its heat. The monster torch illumined the barren cap of the rock. from edge to edge, and he looked awhout him for Jeanne. For a momâ€" ent he did not see her, and her name rose to his lHips, to be stilled in the same breath by what he saw teyond the burning pine. Through the blaze of the heat and fire he beheid Jeanne, standing close to ed up, higher and higher, scram» ling swiftly from rock to rock, until he sawâ€"the tips of the flames leap ing up into the sky. He had come up the steepest and shortest side of the ridge, and when he reached the top he lay upon his face for a momâ€" ent, his ‘breath almost gone. The fire was built against a huge dead pine, and the pine was blazing a hundred feet in the air. He could CHAPTER XXI News of the double tragedy had swept through the camp, and there was a crowd in front of the supply housd. Philip passed â€" close to Thorpe‘s house to avoid discovery ran a hundred yards up the trail over which Jeanne had fled a short time before, and then cut straight across through the thin timber for ‘the head of the lake. He felt no effort in his running. Low bush whipped him in the face and left no sting. He was not conscious that he was panting for breath when he came out in the black shadow of the mountain. ‘This night in itself had been a creation for him, for out of grief and pajn it had lifted him into a new life, and into a happiness that seemed to fill him with the strength ‘ and the endurance of five men. Jeanne loved him!» The wonderful truth cried itself out in his soul at every step he took, and he murmurâ€" ed it aloud to himself, over and over again, as he ran. The glow of the signalâ€"fire lighted up the sky above him, and he climbâ€" through the camp toward the narrow trail that led to that mountainâ€"top, repeated over and over again the dying words of Pierreâ€" lake. And Philip, as he ran swiftly ’ "The attack is to be made toâ€"night, Mac," he exclaimed. "Warn the men. Have lhem ready. But youâ€" you, MacDougall, attend to this man, and keep him alive!" Without another word he ran to the door and out into the night. The signalâ€"fire was leaping to the sky. It lighted up the black cap of‘ the mountain, and sent a thonnndi maurora fires flashine across the and he lay still. MacDougall ran across from the halfâ€"open door, and put his head to Pierre‘s breast. "Is he dead?" asked Philip. "Not yet." ‘"Will he become conscious again?" "Possibly." Philip gripped MacDougall by the ‘"‘The signal!" he struggled, fightâ€" ing to make Philip understand him. "Jeanneâ€"sawâ€"Thorpéeâ€"tonight. He â€"mustâ€"changedâ€"plans. . Attack â€" toâ€"night. Jeanne â€" Jeanne â€" my Jeanne‘â€"has lightedâ€"the . signalâ€" fire!" "My Jeanneâ€"" He swayed, and fell back. His words came in choking gasps. of ‘a fire, leaping up in a crimssn flood from the top of the mountain! Again that terrible, moaning ory fell from Pierre‘s 4ips; and he mile away.. Philip tirned, horrified and wondering. Through the 'hdoy he saw a glow in the skyâ€"the glow the cabin window. It was the winâ€" dow that looked out over the lake: thin spruce forest, and to the light f_l cabin where Pierre lay dying. her close in his arms and kissed her. And this time there was the sweet surrender to him of all things in the tenderness of Jeanne‘s lips. Silent in their grief, and yet comâ€" muting in sympathy and love in the Arm clasp ot their hands, they came Once again before they began the descent of the mountain Philip drew forest that lay to the south and west. Far outâ€"a mileâ€"two milesâ€" an answering fire was breaking the black curtain that hid all things beâ€" youd them. ~Jeanne lifted her face to him. Grief and love, pain and joy, shone in her eyes, "They are there!" she said, chokingly. "It is Sachigo, and they "Yes, he is hurt, Jeanne," he said. "We must hurry, for I am afraid there is no time to lose." "He isâ€"dying?" "I fear so, Jeanne." He turned before the look that came into her face, and led he: about the circle of fire to the side that sloped down into the plain. SBuddenly Jeanne stopped for an inâ€" stant. Her fingers tightened about his. Her face was turned back into the endless desoiation of night and Before he answered Philip took her trembling hands in his own, as though he would lighten the blow by the warmth and touch of his great love. _ For an instant Philip was fright ened at what happened. Jeanne‘s breath ceased. There seemed to be not & quiver of life in het body;, and she lay in his armg as if dead. And then, suddenly, there came from her a terrible cry, and she wrenchâ€" ed herself free, and ‘stood a step from him, her face as white &s death. . _ "Heâ€"isâ€"deadâ€"" "Yes, He is dead." "And Pierreâ€"Pierre kiHed him? Philip held out his arms, but Jeanne did not seem to see ‘them. She saw the answer in his face. "Andâ€"Plerreâ€"is â€" hurtâ€"" she went on, never taking her wide, luminous eyes from his face. Jeanne‘s sobs grow less and less, and Philip strengthened himself to tell her the terrible news of Pierre. He knew that in the selfighness of his own joy, he had already wasted precious minutes, and very gently he took Jeanne‘s wet face between ‘hls two hands and turned it a llttle“ toward his own. } "Pierre has told tme everything, Jeanne," he_ repeated. "Everything â€"from the day he found you many years ago to the day your father returned to torture you." He spoke calmly, even, even as he felt her ghiver in pain against him. "Toâ€" night there was a little trouble down in the camp, dear. Pierre is wound: ed, and wants you toâ€"come to him.. where the roaring pine sent its pinnacles of flame deaping up into the night, a word of thanks, of prayer, rose mutely to his lips, and he held Jeanne more closely, and whispered over and over again in bis â€"happiness, â€""Jeanneâ€"Jeanneâ€" my sweetheart Jeanne." 4 eyes the same struggling. emotions, but with them now there came also a sweet falering, a piteous appeal to him, a faith that rose above her terrors, and the tremble of her lips was like that of a crying child. He drew her face back, and kissed the quivering lips, And suddenly ‘he felt the strain against him give way,. and Jeanne‘s head sobbed upon his littleâ€"Jeanne," he said m‘h'. -m Spec erackling of the pine. _ "Rverything | ‘°**2%@@ andâ€"thenâ€"she Â¥ep e I loved you, and becauseâ€""" _ . ‘The words choked in his throat. 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The artist had seated himaself at one side of the small office table, and Philip sat down o?oom him, holdâ€" ing out his hand hih again. "What is the matter, Greggy?" The British and Colonia!l Press,| boautifully dark, thick and glossy Limited, and you look years younger. "She is in there, Macâ€"with Plerre, She wanted to be alone with him for a few minutes. Will you wait for herâ€"outsideâ€"at the door. and take her over to Cassidy‘s wife? Tell her that I will come to her in a little while." Something in his cold, passionless voice u?ppod Philip. He saw Gregâ€" son glance toward MacDougall, and understood what he meant. Going to the engineer he placed a hand on his shoulder, and spoke so that oftly he could bear. Philip stared, still incredulous. He|| _ saofty of $990,250,000. _ _ had never seen Gregaon as he looked, now. The artist advanced no farâ€" Alfred Wright, Secretary. ther. He did not hold out his hand. 6. A. BOEHM, DisT. AGT. There was none of the joy of meetâ€" Waterico, Ont. Phone 249 ing in his face. His eyes shifted 7 to the door that led into the death â€"'â€"____â€"â€"â€"‘= Hncolice chamber, and they were filled with the gloom of a condemned man. An Old Recipe With a low word Philip held out his hand to meet his old comrade‘s. To Dal‘kell flail' Gregson drew ‘back. "Noâ€"not now," ‘be said. "Waitâ€" until you have heard me." Slt’_ T“_".d _S!_Ip_hlli T.u"“ MacDougall remained seated, and as he came out into the clearer light of the room Philip could scarce beâ€" lteve his eyes. It was Gregson! "I am sorry that I came in just at his time, Phil," he‘ greeted, in a low voice. t * Dougall was looking upon bis weakâ€" ness, but he did not at first see that there wis another person in the room besides the engineer. This seeâ€" softly behind him he looked back, and from her attitude beside Plerre he knew that Jeanne was whiaperâ€" ing a prayer. A vision flashed beâ€" fore him, so quick that it had come like a ray of lightâ€"a vision of anâ€" other hour, when Plerre had knelt beside her, and when he had lifted up bis wild, haltâ€"thought prayer our of the deathâ€"chill of the snowy batâ€" rens. And this was his reward, to have Jeanne kneel beside him as the soul which had loved her so faithfully took its flight. Philip could not see when he turned his face to the light of the office. For the first time the grief which he had choked back, escaped in a gasping breath in his voice, and he wiped hi eyes with his pocket handkerchief. He knew that Macâ€" libdâ€"loumnnnmmtlnvmnudnmum‘ rery fourth child born into the Wieusisacecutld For a moment Philip bowed his head, and then he turned and went noiselessy from the room, without speaking. As he closed the Annr child. She turned to him, and he read the truth in her face before she had spoken. 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