The Girl
fromTim's
Place
By CHARLES CLARK MUNN
(Copyright 1506. by Lothrop, Lee Ic Shepard Co,)
SYNOPSIS.
dhlv McGulro. a 16-yoar-old girl living
at Tim's placo In tho Maine woods la
sold by her father to Pcto Bolduc, a
half-brccd. Sho runs awiiy und reaches
the camp of Martin Friable, occupied by
Martin, his wife, nephew. Raymond Stet
son, and guides. She tolls her story and
Is on rod for by Mrs, Frlsblo. .Tourney of
Frlsble's party Into woods to visit father
of Mrs. Frlsbie. an old hermit, who has
resided In tho wilderness for many years.
AVhen camp is broken Chip and Ray oc
cupy same canoe. The party reach camp
of Mrs. Frlsble's father and are. wel
comed by him and Cy Walker, an old
friend and former townsman of tho her
mit. They settlo down for summer's
stay. Chip and Hay are In love, but no
one realizes this but Cy Walker. Strange
canoe marks found on lake shore In front
of their cabin. Strange smoke is seen
across tho lake. Martin and Levi leave
for settlement to get officers to arrest
McGulrc, who Is known as outlaw and
escaped murderer. ,
CHAPTER VI. Continued.
"It's tho spites," whispered Chip to
Ray. "They alius act that way when
it's stormln'."
The next day the gale .began to
lessen, and by night the moon, now
half-full, peeped out of the scurrying
clouds. At bedtime it was smiling se
renely, well down toward the tree
tops, and Chip's spites had ceased
their wailing.
Fortunately, however, Martin's
quest for game had been successful.
A saddle of venison, a dozen or more
partridges and two goodly strings
of trout hung in cold storage.
But utter and almost speechless as
tonishment awaited Old Cy at the ice
house when he visited It the next
morning, for the venison was gone,
not a bird remained, and one of the
two strings of trout had vanished.
In front, on the sand, was the same
tell-tale moccasin tracks.
"Wall, by the Great Horn Spoon! if
that cuss hain't swiped the hull busi
ness," Old Cy ejaculated, as he looked
In and then at the tracks. "Crossed
over last night," he added, noting
where a canoe had cut Its furrow, "an'
steered plumb for my icehouso! The
varmint!"
But Martin was angry, thoroughly
angry, at the audacious insolence of
the theft,' and the thought that just
now this sneaking half-brccd was
doubtless enjoying grilled venison and
roast partridge in some secure shel
ter. It, also opened his eyes to the
fact that this chap would hang about,
watching his chance, until they
started out of the wilderness, and
then capture the girl if he could. For
a little while Martin pondered over
the situation and then announced his
plans.
"There's law, and offlcors to exe
cute it," he said, "if a sufficient re
ward bo offered; and to-morrow you
and I, Levi, will start for tho settle
ment and fetch a couple In. I'll glad
ly givo $500 to land this sneak behind
the bars. If he can't be caught, we
can at least have two officers to guard
us going out"
All that day he and Levi spent In
hunting. Another deer was captured,
more birds secured, and when evening
came plans to meet the situation were
discussed.
"Von or Ray must remain on guard
daytimes near the cabin," Martin said
to Old Cy. "My wife and Chip had
better keep in it, or near it most of
the time; and both of you must sleep
there nights. One or the other can
fish or hunt, as needed. We must bo
gone a week or more, even If wo have
good luck; but fetching tho officers
hero Is tho best plan now."
Levi was up early tho next morn
ing, and had tho best canoe packed for
a hurry trip ero breakfast was ready.
No tent was to bo taken, oi.ly blank
ets, a rifle, a bag of tho simplest cook
ing utensils, pork, bread and coffee.
A modest outfit barely enough to
sustain life, yet all a woodsman car
ries when a long canoo journey with
many carries must be taken.
Thefe woro sober faces at the land
log when Martin was ready to start
-Chip most sober of all for now sho
realized as never before how serious
a burden she had become.
No time was wasted lu good-bys.
Martin grasped the bow paddle, and
with "Old Faithful" Levi wielding tho
stern one, they soon crossed the lake
and vanished at Its outlet.
And now, also, for tho. first time,
Angle realized how much the presence
of these two strong and resourceful
men meant to her. All that day she
and Chip clung to the cabin, while
Old Cy, a long, lanky Lenthorstock
ing, patrolled thy premises, rifle In
hand.
"We hain't a mite o' cause to
worry," ho said, when nightfall drew
near. "The pesky varmint's a cow
ard, 'n' knows gunr, are plenty here,
an' we folks handy in usin' 'am. I'vo
rigged a fish line to the Ice house door
so it'll rattle some tinware In the cab
in if he meddles it again. I sleep
With one eye 'n both ears open, an' if
he comes prowlln' round night-times,
he'll hear bullets whlzzin' an' think
Fourth 0' July's opened up arly."
But for all his cheerful assurance,
timo passed slowly, and n sense of
real danger oppressed Angle and Chip
as well. Hay shared it also. He
was not as yet hardened to tho wilder
ness, and like all who are. thus tender,
Its vast somber solitude Seemed om
hums. Only the hermit, with his moonlike
eyes and impassive ways, showed no
sign of trouble. What this half-breed
wanted, other than food, ho seemed
not to understand; and while he
helped about tho camp work and, fol
lowed Old Cy liko a dog, he was of
no other aid.
One, two, three days of watchful
guard and evenings when oven Old
Cy's cheerful philosophy or Hay's
banjo failed to dispel the gloom, and
then, just as the sun was setting once
again, a canoo with one occupant was
seen to enter the lake and head for
; the landing.
CHAPTER VII. .
An unexpected canoo entering a
lake so secluded and so seldom visited
as this lake must needs awaken tho
keenest surprise, and especially in tho
caso of a party situated as this one
was. Ray, who had just returned from
a berry-picking trip over at the "blow
down," and Old Cy, carrying his sug
gestlvo rifle, were at the landing somo
time before this canoo reached It,
From Behind a Low Spruce One Evil,
Sinister Eye Watched Her.
while Anglo and Chip waited almost
breathlessly on the cabin piazza. A
stout, bare-headed Indian, clad in
white man's raiment, was paddling.
Ho glanced at the two awaiting him
at the landing? with big black, emo
tionless eyes, and then up to the
cabin.
As his canoo now grated on the
sandy beach closo by, he laid aside his
paddle, stopped forward and out, drew
his craft up, and folding his arms
glanced at Old Cy again, as if waiting
for a welcome. None was needed,
however, for on the Instant, almost,
came an exclamation of joy from
Chip, and with a "Hullo, Poppy To
mah," sho was down the bank, with
both her hands in his.
A faint smile of welcome spread
over his austere faccj as ho looked
down at tho girl, but not a word, as
yet, came.
Old Cy, quick to see that ho was a
friend, now advanced.
"We're glad to seo ye," ho said, "an'
as ye seem to bo a friend o' the gal's,
we'll make ye welcome."
Tho Indian bowed low, and a "How
do," like a grunt, was his answer. A
calm, slow, motionless type qf a now
almost extinct race, as ho seemed to
be, he would utter no word or movo
a step farther until Invited. But now,
led by Chip, he advanced up tho path.
"It's Tomah, old Poppy Tomah," sho
said with pride, as Anglo rose to meet
them, "und he's tho only body who
was over good to me."
"I am glad to seo you, sir," Anglo
said, with a gracious bow and smile,
"and you aro welcome horo."
"I thank tho white lady I not for
get,' came tho Indian's dignified an.,
swer with u stately bow.
Not a word of greeting for Chip or
cE surprise at finding her here only
tho eagle glance, accustomed to bright
sunlight or to following tho flight of
a bird far out of white man's vision.
"We shall hnvo suppor soon," Anglo
added, uncertain what to say to this
Impassive man, "and some for you."
It was a doft speech, for Anglo, ac
customed to tako In every detail of a
man from tho condition of his nails
to the cut of his clothing, as all wom
en will, had ero now absorbed tho ap
pearance of this swarthy redskin, and
was not quite sure whether to Invito
hint to share their table or say noth
ing. But tho Indian solved his own prob
lem, for spying the outdoor firo to
which Old Cy now retreated, he bowod
again and strode away toward it.
"Me cook horo?" ho said to Old Cy.
With an "Of course, an' you're wel
come to," the question was settled.
Chip soon drew near, and now for
the first time the Indlan'H speech
seemed to return, and while Old Cy
busied himself about tho cooHng,
these two began to visit.
Chip, as might bo expected, did
most of tho talking, tuked questions
as to Tint's placo, when he was there,
and what they said about her running
away, In rapid succession. Her own
adventures and how she came horo
soon followed, and it was not long be
fore he knew all that was to be
known about her.
His replies were blunt and brief,
after the manner of such. Now and
then an expressive nod or grunt filled
In the placo of an ordinary answor.
He knew but little about the recont
happenings at Tim's place, as he had
stayed there only one night since
Chip had departed with her father
as he was told. He had been away
in the woods, looking for places to
set traps later, and had no Idea Chip
was here.
As to Pete's movements, he was
equally In tho dark, and when Chip
told him what her friends hero sus
pected, he merely grunted. As he
seemed to wish to do his own cooking,
Old Cy, having completed his task, of
fered him a partridge and a couplo of
trout fresh from the icehouso, uIbo
pork and potatoes, and left him to
care for himself.
He became more sociable later, and
when supper was over and the rest
had, as usual, gathered on tho piazza
of the new cabin, he Joined them.
And now came a recital from Ray
of far more interest to these people
than they suspected.
"I saw a bear over back of the ridge
this afternoon," he said, "or I don't
know but it was a wildcat. I'd just
filled my pall with berries, when way
up, close to the rocks, I saw some
thing moving. I crouched down
back of a bush, thinking It might be
a bear, and if it was, I'd get a chance
to seo it nearer. I could only see the
top of its bnck above tho bushes, and
once I saw its head, as if it was stand
ing up. Then I didn'b-Hce it for quite
a spell, and then I caught sight of Its
back again, a good deal nearer, and
then it went into one of the gullies
in the hog-back. I didn't wnlt to see
If It came out, but cut for home."
"Did this critter sorter wobble like
a woodchuck runnln'?" put In Old
Cy.
"No, It just crept along evenly," an
swered Ray. "I'd see It when It .would
como out between the bushes."
" 'Twn'n't a b'ar," muttered Old Cy,
and then, as If the unwisdom of wak
ing suspicion in Angle's mind oc
curred, he added hastily, "but mebbe
'twas a doe, walkin' head down 'n'
feedln'."
No further notice wus taken of
Ray's adventure. The sight of deer
everywhere about was a ten-times
dally occurrence, and Old Cy's dismis
sal of tho matter ended It.
His thoughts, however, were a dif
ferent matter. Full well, ho knew It
was no bear thus moving. A deer
would never ohter a crevasse, nor a
wildcat or lynx ever leave tho shelter
of woods to wander in open sunlight.
"I'll go over thai- In tho mornln',"
he said to himself; "I may git a
chance to wing that varmint V end
our worryin'."
CHAPTER VIII.
Old Cy's suspicions were correct. It
was neither bear, deer, nor wildcat
that Ray saw skulking along tho
ridge, but the half-breed.
Believing1 Chip's father had taken
her out of the wilderness, or more
likely up-stream to find a place with
these campers, he had como hero to
seek her. To find her here, as ho of
course did, only convinced him that
his suspicions were true and that her
father had thus meant to rob him.
Two determined impulses now fol
lowed this discovery; First, to make
tho girl he had bought a prisoner,
enrry her into tho woods, and then,
whe.n tho chanco came, revenge him
self on McGulro. No sense of law, or
decency even, entered ills calculation.
Ho was beyond such scruples, and
what he wanted was his only law.
Tho fear of rifles, which ho knew
wero plenty onounh at this camp, was
tho only factor to bo considered. For
days ho watched tho camp front
acronB the lake, hoping that tho girl
he saw canoeing with a boy so often
might corns near ejiough for him to,
make n capture. Many times, whon
darkness served, he paddled close to
whore tho cabin stood, and once land
ed and watched It for hours.
Growing boldor, as tho dnys woro
on, he hid his canoe below the outlet
of the lake and taking advantage of
this outcropping slate ledge with Its
many fissures, secreted himself and
watched.
But some shelter, at least to cook
and cat In, he must have, and this he
found In a distant crevasse of this
same ledge, and from this he sneaked
along back or It until he could htdo
and watch tho camp below. From this
vantage-point ho saw that tho girl no
longer wont out upon the lake, but re
mained near the cabin; thou, later, ko
noticed the two mon leavo the lake one
morning. This encouraged him, and
now ho grew still bolder, oven de
scending the ridge and watching those
remaining at tho cabin, front a dense
thicket.
From this new post he saw that but
one man seemed on gunrd, and almost
was he tempted to shoot him from
ambush and make u dash to capture
his victim. Cautious ond dinning, he
still wnited a chanco Involving less
risk.
And now he snw that certain duties
were performed by these people; that
one man and the boy always started
the morplng firo; that the girl Invari
ably went to the landing alone for wa
ter, at about the sume time. Here for
tho moment, sho was out or sight from
either cabin, and now in this act of
hers, he saw his opportunity to land
from his canoe near this spot beforo
daylight, and hide In tho bushes fring
ing the shore hero and below tho bank,
watch his chance and seize and gug
her before un outcry could bo made.
To tie her hands and feet -and to push
the other canoe out Into the lake, thus
avoiding pursuit until they could got a
good start, was an easy matter.
It was risky, of course. Sho might
hear or seo hint lu time to give one
scream. The old man who had said
foolish things to him, and now scorn
ed to be on guard, would surely send
bullets after him as he sped away;
but once out of tho lake, ho would
be safe. It was a dangerous act; yet
the other two men might return any
day, and with this in prospect, this
wlley hulf-breod now resolved to act.
Old Cy was tip early that fatal
morning. Somehow a sense of Im
pending danger haunted him, and call
lug Ray, he unlocked the cabin door
and began starting the morning fire.
He wanted to get breakfast out of the
way as speedily as possible, and then
visit this ridge, feeling almost sure
that he would find where this half
breed had been watching them.
When Raycamo out, and before tho
hermit or Chip appeared, Old Cy hur
ried over to the Ice-house, and now
Chip came forth as usual, and with
out a word to anyone, she took the
two pulls and started for the lauding.
It was, perhaps, ten rods to this, dowii
a narrow, path winding through the
scrub spruce. Tho morning was fair,
the lake without a ripple.
Above the ridge, and peeping
through its topplngof stunted fir, came
the first glance of the sun, and Chip'
was happy.
Old Tomah, her one and only friend
for many years, was here. A some
thing Hay had whispered the night be
fore, now returned like a sweet' note
of music vibrating in her heart, and us
if to add their cheer, the birds were
piping all about.
For weeks the cheerful words of one
of Hay's songs had haunted her with
its catchy rhythm:
Par was an old nigger and Ills name was
Undo Neil.
He died long 'go, long 'go,''
They now rose to her Hps as she neared
the lake. Here she halted, filled a
pail, and set It on the log lauding.
From behind a low spruce one evil,
sinister eye watched her.
And now Chip, still humming this
ditty, glanced up at tho rising sun and
out over tho lake.
A crouching form with hideous face
now emerged from behind tho bush;
step by step, this human panther ad
vanced. A slow, cautious, catlike move
ment, without sound, us each moc
caslued foot touched tho sand Nearer
und nenrer that unconscious girl It
crept! Now 20 feet away, now ten,
now five!
And now came u swift rush, two
fierce hands enclosed tho girl's fuco
und drew her backwurd on to the sand.
Hay and tho hermit were besido tho
fire, and the Indian just emerging from
the hut where he had slept, when Old
Cy returned from tho Icehouse.
"Where's Chip?" he questioned.
"Gone after water," answored Ray.
And tho two glanced down the path.
(TO UK CONTINUED.)
Light-Toed Gentry.
"The best pickpockets," said the de
tectlvo, ""are the Hindoos. You have
to call thorn light-toed us well as light
fingered, for they can lift a watcli 01
purse as easily with their feet us with
their hands. Trained from childhood,
thee bnvo-footed rascals aro wonder
fully skillful with their toes. This
glvos them u great advantage. A Hin
doo In a crowd will stand vlth his
arms ostentatiously folded and sneak
with his foot tho wallet from your
trousers pocket."
VIRGINIA MERCHANT RID OF A
VERY BIQ GRAVEL STONE.
Another Remarkable Cure of Sertoli
Kidney Trouble.
C. L. Wood, a prominent merchant
of Fentress, Norfolk Co., Va., was sut-
t feting somo months
ago with frequent at
tacks of hard pain In
tho back, kidneys
and bladder and tho
kidney secretions
were irrogularly
scanty or profuse.
Medical treatment
failed to euro him.
"At last," says Mr. Wood, "I began
using Doan's Kidney Pills, and before
one box was gone, I wont through four
days of Intense pain, finally passing a
stone, one-half by five-sixteenths of an
Inch In dlamoter. I havon't had a sign
of kidney trouble since."
Sold by nil dealers, GO cents n box.
Fostor-MUbum Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
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THEN IT LOOKED ABOUT RIGHT.
Coal Dealer Understood When Told
What Load Represented.
John D. Rockefeller, Jr., in ono of
tho lust addresses that ho mado to his
Sunday school class beforo abandon
ing It, said of carefulness In business:
"Too many business men are care
ful on one Bide, their own side, only.
Thus a coal dcalor whom I used to
know shouted ono afternoon to nn em
ploye who was driving out of thoyard:
"'Hold on there, Jim! That coal
can't hnvo been wolghed. It look a
trifle largo for a ton to mo.'
"Jim shouted bnck:
"This ain't a ton, boss. It's two
ton.'
" 'Oh, all right,' said tho dealer, In a
modified tone 'Beg your pardon; go
ahead.' "
TRUE AFFECTION.
Ethel Jimmy, do you love me?
Jimmy Grent Scott, girl, do I love
you! Ain't 1 kept my hands and face
clean for more than . week all on ac
count of you?
Both Worked Well.
A correspondent sent this "pome"
to the New York Sun: .luck Spratt be
neath his hat concealed a shining
pate; his wife sho wore a budding
beard, most foeful to relate. Apothe
cary shops they sought In tittorest
despair. "Sure Hair Restorer" Jack
then bought; his wife bought "Anti
Hair." Ono night some sprite in dire
delight, the bottles did misplace, and
Mrs. Jack applied, alack, Jack's lotion
to her face. While Jack, alack, took
from tho rack a bottlo on which read:
"Depilatory, Uso with Care," and
doused It on his heud. Jack Spratt
boneuth his hat now Bports a lion's
mane, his wlfo Is happy, for her faco
Is- soft and smooth ugaln.
FOUND A WAY
To Be Clear of the Coffee Troubles.
"Husband and myself both had the
coffee habit and finally his stomach
and kidneys got in such a bad condi
tion that he was compelled to give up
u good position that ho hud held for
yours. He was too sick to work. His
skin wus yellow, und I hardly think
there was an organ In his body that
was not affected.
"I told him I felt sure his sickness
was duo to coffee and after somo dis
cussion ho decided to give it up.
"It was a struggle hecuuso of the
powerful habit. One day wo heard
about Postuni and concluded to try it,
and then It was ensy to leave - off
coffee. .
"His fearful headaches grew less
frequent, his complexion began to
clear, kidneys grew better until at
last ho was a new man altogether, as
a result of leaving off coffeo and tak
ing up Postum., Then 1 began, to
drink it, too.
"Although I was never as bad off
as my husband, I was always very
nervous and never at any time vory
strong, only weighing 05 lbs., before
1 began to use Postum. Now I weigh
115 lbs. and enn do as much work as
anyono my slzo, I think.
"Many do not uso Postum. because
they huvo not taken tho trouble to
mako It right. I have successfully
fooled a great many persons who have
drunk it at my tablo. They would
remark, 'You must buy a high grade
of coffee.' Ono young man who clorked
In a grocery storo was vory enthusias
tic about my 'coffeo.' When I 'told
him what it was, he said, 'why I've sold
Postuni for four years but I had no
Idea It was like tills. Think I'll drink
Postum hereafter.' "
Nnmo given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well
ville," In ukgs. "There's a Reason."