StNicholas [serial] . last Michaud struggled weakly to his feet,and spoke in a low voice. I 11 go with you now, said he, an takemy dose like a man. An after I ve servedmy time for mistreatin the horse, then I 11 askyer pardon, Si Bartlett, fer all I ve ever doneagin you. You re a man—an I aint fit toile your larrigans [shoes]. An I 11 pay fer thehorse, first chance I git! Michaud paused, waiting for an answer, butreceiving none. Then he pointed to the bateau,lying bottom up on the shore. Lets git down along to Temiscouata, saidhe, abruptly. No, said Bartlett; I aint a-goin to pro-ceed
StNicholas [serial] . last Michaud struggled weakly to his feet,and spoke in a low voice. I 11 go with you now, said he, an takemy dose like a man. An after I ve servedmy time for mistreatin the horse, then I 11 askyer pardon, Si Bartlett, fer all I ve ever doneagin you. You re a man—an I aint fit toile your larrigans [shoes]. An I 11 pay fer thehorse, first chance I git! Michaud paused, waiting for an answer, butreceiving none. Then he pointed to the bateau,lying bottom up on the shore. Lets git down along to Temiscouata, saidhe, abruptly. No, said Bartlett; I aint a-goin to pro-ceed agin you any furder. I believe youmean what you re a-sayin. Ef you ask it, Ipardon you right now, and say, for my part, letbygones be bygones! But you d better jestskin out of these parts for a bit, till the boyscool down. He held out his hand. The half-breed lifted his own in slow aston-ishment. Then his excitable temperament gotthe better of him. He grasped the proffered 1900.] IN THE RAPIDS OF THE ASHBERISH. 4OI. AND NOW, ON THE VERY BRINK, MICHAUDS STRENGTH SEEMED TO GIVE WAY. hand and wrung it passionately, invoking swiftblessings on Bartletts head till words quitefailed him—when suddenly, with a sort ofsob, he turned and dashed off through thewoods. Bartlett slowly moved down the shore to thecapsized boat, righted it, cut a pole, and thrustthe boat over to where Job Cox was awaiting him. As Cox was cutting another pole, heasked: How in thunder did you come to let himgit off that way, Si, when you had him rightthar? Oh, replied Bartlett, thoughtfully, Ireckon we got the old scores all washed out,there in the rapids, and kind of come out witha clean slate! Vol. XXVII.—51. THE COLBURN PRIZE. By Gabrielle E. Jackson. Chapter IV. ALICE READS HER PAPER, AND HER FRIENDSREAD ALICE. After dinner was over, the family gatheredas usual in the pleasant library, and Gertrudeannounced: Alice has her paper written, ma-ma, but she has not read it to me yet. I wish ^<^¥^;
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