Argosy, Vol. 1 (December 9, 1882) — page 103: what you’re looking at

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96 ; THE ARGOSY. “I cannot take your hand, M. Frombe,” I said sternly. “I remain a German. Your desertion of your family at such a juncture of need makes any friendly feeling toward you impossible on my part. You hold that any man can lightly renounce his family and country. I donot. I take the strongest view of your conduct. France profits little by her newest citizen; and the Fatherland gains by the loss of so self satisfied a renegade. I trust that we shall not meet again.” ‘ He was a coward and shrank and paled under the lash of my words; but he made no attempt to resent them, and I left him with a feeling of bitter con- tempt and disgust at his conduct. During the whole of my long journey back to the castle I sat absorbed in close thought, mapping out my plans, recalling old memories, and rousing my wits and energies for the task which fate had set me, and from which apparently I could not break away. (TO BE CONTINUED.) AN ADIRONDACK RIVALRY. BY CHARLES CHAPIN SARGENT, JR. A story of the North Woods in which a breaker of the game laws and a constable strive for the love of old Bob White’s daughter—The heritage of a city bred mother and how it nearly betrayed a giel’s sweetheart. s HEARD the latest news down to Bishop’s? ” “Hi” Chester jumped as if a rifle had gone off in his face. He hastily kicked a few more boughs over the buck he had half buried on Fred’s upper island, looking up to see who the speaker was, as he completed the hiding of his game. He smiled servously as he replied: “Oh, it’s you, is it, Rannie? No, I’ve been up the inlet for a couple of days. What’s happened now?” Randolph Bancroft’s grave face did not show that te knew Chester had just taken a deer out of season, nor did he anticipate “ H1’s ” astonishment which would result from the words: “Tom Jameson’s just come in from the Falls, and he’s been made this year’s game constable.” Hi Chester may have enjoyed the reputation of being the most inyeterate breaker of game laws on Cranberry Lake, but 10 one ever heard him swear, so he only blew a long whistle and glanced furtively down to where the channel made through the deadwood above Kimball’s Island. “Ts he coming up the lake today, Rannie? ” “T don’t think so. Father was down home this morning, and Tom came over to our house to find out if Fred Howlett was in camp. When father said he was, Tom told him he’d come up on the steamer to Tramp’s Retreat tonight, as he wanted to see Fred.” Hi took a long breath. “Randolph,” said he, “ that news has taken the tuck clean out of me. Say, help me bury this buck better, will yer? I shot him on the way back ecomilEclooolks COLNT