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Updated: June 6, 2025
When I first heard her name a vague memory puzzled me, and when I went to France I resolved to search for a family link almost forgotten in the many turns there have been in the old families in my native land. Three generations ago a Gaston de la Touchê Angelot gave his life for his religious faith. Those were perilous times, and there was little chance for freedom of belief."
"Welcome, my fair demoiselle," said a voice whose triumph was in no degree disguised. "How shall I ever thank you for this journey you have taken to meet me? I could have made it pleasanter for you if you would have consented a little earlier. But a willful girl takes her own way, and her way is sweet to the man who loves her, no matter how briery the path may be." Jeanne Angelot was stunned.
"No, I cannot decide," Jeanne cried, and yet she knew in her soul she had decided. She came out to her father with tears in her eyes, but the shelter of his arms was so strong and safe. "Reverend fathers," the Sieur Angelot said, with a grave inclination of the head, "I thank you for your patience and courtesy.
The Sieur Angelot was gladly consulted on many points. The British still retained the command of the Grand Portage on Lake Superior, and the Ottawa river route to the upper country. By presents and subsidies they maintained an influence over the savages of the Northwest.
Miladi made no reply. Only she stood still longer in the cold, and murmured, "Jeanne Angelot, Jeanne Angelot." And then she recalled a laughing remark of Gaston's only that morning: "Jeanne has wintry blue eyes like my father's! Look, maman, the frost almost sparkles in them. And he says his came from the wonderful skies above the Arctic seas. Do you know where that is?"
Jeanne Angelot came out of the far room with a curious hesitation. Pani had been much worried for fear she was ill, but Jeanne said laughingly that she was only tired. "Why, you run all day like a deer and never complain," was the troubled comment. "Am I complaining, Pani?" "No, Mam'selle. But I never knew you to want to lie on the cot in the daytime."
Try to get her to tell her story of the night you came." At first Pani was very wary with true Indian suspicion. The Sieur Angelot had much experience with these children of the forests and wilderness. He understood their limited power of expansion, their suspicions of anything outside of their own knowledge.
The child Jeanne felt the stiffening of every muscle, and it went through her with a thrill of joy. "It is a long story," began Father Rameau, gently, "a strange one, too. Through the courage and craftiness of a Miami squaw, who had been a sort of maid to Madame Angelot, she escaped death. They hid in the woods and subsisted on anything they could find until Madame could go no farther.
"Thou wouldst not like a winter among us here?" inquired the dame. "It is not so bad, and the boys at the great house are wild over thee." "Oh, I must go," Jeanne said, with breathless eagerness. "I shall remember all your kindness through my whole life." "Home is home," laughed good-humored Loudac. Very happy and light-hearted was Jeanne Angelot.
The pretty Jeanne Angelot, who had been left so mysteriously, had awakened romantic interest anew. A few years ago this would have been a common incident, but why one should want to carry off a girl of no special value, though a ransom would be raised readily enough if such a thing could save her. On the second day the company returned home. No trace of any marauding party had been found.
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