The factor stopped a moment in the sunshine before the cabin of old France moline.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
Dazed in all the regions of her being, enshadowed in every vista of hope and scarce-tasted joy, she went quietly about the cabin, her mind a dark space in which there flashed sudden, reiterated visions,-now McElroy's blue eyes, anxious and eager as he held up the doeskin dress at the door-sill, burning with fire and truth and passion in the glade in the forest, again tender and diffident what time they walked together to the gate to meet De Courtenay's messenger, and again it was that scene at the factory steps that haunted her,-McElroy with his arms about Francette moline, the grey husky crouching in the twilight.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
Near the wall a group of girls hugged together, with Francette moline in the centre; down by the canoes Pierre Garcon and Marc Dupre stood, the dark eyes of the latter watching every move, while at the door of the chief's lodge, directly before the fort and between it and the river, Edmonton Ridgar talked in low tones with Negansahima.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe