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AWAY IN THE WILDERNESS.
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Howsoever, she did, and for that I’m thankful.
Her name is Marie Laroche. She and I opened
our minds to each other that night, and I took the
guide, her father, into the woods, and told him I
wanted his daughter; and he was agreeable ; but
he would not hear of my takin’ her away then and
there. He told me I must go down to Canada
and get settled, and when I had a house to put his
daughter in, I was to come back into the wilder¬
ness here and be married to her, and then take her
home—so here I am on my way to claim my
bride. But there’s one thing that puzzles me
sorely.”
“ What is that 1” asked Heywood.
“ I’ve never heard from Marie from that day to
this,” said Jasper.
“That is strange,” replied the other; “but
perhaps she cannot write.”
“ That’s true. Now you speak of it, I do
believe she can’t write a line; but, then, she
might have got some one to write for her.”
“ Did you leave your address with her ?”
“ How could I, when I had no address to
leave 1”
“ But did you ever send it to her 1 ”
“No, I never thought of that,” said Jasper,
opening his eyes very wide. “ Come, that’s a
comfort—that’s a good reason for never havin’
heard from her. Thankee, lad, for puttin’ me up
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