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Poor Madame Campeau had come to love her, but often in her wandering moments she called her Berthê. The quiet, the lapping of the waves, and perhaps a little fatigue overcame her at length. She dropped back against the Indian's knee, and her soft breath rose and fell peacefully. He drew the blanket up over her. "Ugh! ugh!" he ejaculated, but she heard it not.
She buried her face in a pail of water and splashed it around as a huge bird might, as she raised her beautiful laughing orbs, blue now as the midnight sky. And then she carelessly combed the tangled curls that fell about her like the spray of a waterfall. "Thou must have a coif like other French girls, Jeanne. Berthê Campeau puts up her hair."
You couldn't guess that for anything but a cinch, could you?" "And it turned out different?" "One of us stumbled over a rock as we were creeping forward. Campeau heard us and drew. The first shot came from them. Now, I'm going to tell you something you're to keep under your own hat. It will surprise you a heap when I tell you that one man on our side did all the damage.
He was at the haid of the line, and it happens he is a dead shot. He is liable to rages, when he acts like a crazy man. He got one now. Before we could put a stopper on him, he had killed Campeau and Jennings, and wounded the herders. The whole thing was done before you could wink an eye six times. For just about that long we stood there like roped calves.
O Pani, how many beautiful things there are! And yet Berthê Campeau is going to Quebec to become a nun and be shut out of it. How can you praise God for things you do not see and cannot enjoy? And is it such a good thing to suffer? Does God rejoice in the pain that he doesn't send and that you take upon yourself? Her poor mother will die and she will not be here to comfort her."
Pani shook her head. The child had queer thoughts. "Pani, we must go and see Madame Campeau afterward. She will be very lonely. You would not be happy if I went away?" "O child!" with a quick cry. "So I am not going. If Monsieur Bellestre wants me he will take you, too." Pani nodded. They noted as they went down that a tree growing imprudently near the water's edge had fallen in.
"And admit my guilt by compromising with you?" the Texan scoffed. "Not at all. You need not go publicly. In point of fact, you couldn't get out of town alive if it were known. No, we'll arrange to let you break jail on condition that you go up into the Lost Canyon district, and run down the murderers of Campeau and Jennings, That gives us an excuse for letting you go. You see the point don't you?"
She had come to snatch this child, the result of her own selfish dreams, her waywardness, from a like fate. She should be housed, safe, kept from evil. The nun, too, had dreamed, although Berthê Campeau had said, "She is a wild little thing and it is suspected she has Indian blood in her veins."
She accordingly went up Campeau street, at which corner St. Pelagie is situated. She walked and walked till she came to St. Mary street. There inquiring for the residence of a physician, some kind person directed her to Dr. P 's drug store on Notre Dame street. To him she told her story and her desire to find a more suitable place.
She is kindly and tender the poor tailor's lonely woman will tell you. And she spent hours with poor Madame Campeau when her own daughter left her and went away to a convent, comforting her and reading prayers. No, she is not cold hearted." "Then you have taken all her love," complainingly. "It is not that, either," returned the woman. "Jeanne, I shall love thee always, cruel as thou hast been.
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