Part 3 (1/2)

”'Tis not for _that_ I wants un cured,” Jim Grimm flashed ”I'm willin' an' able for me labour 'Tis not for that I'm just thinkin'

all the time about seein' him run about like he used to That's what _I_ wants”

”Doesn't you think, Jie it--if we tried wonderful hard?”

”'Tis accordin' t' what fur I traps, oes an' the steah left over t' buy the cure”

”You're a good father, Jim,” the mother said, at last ”I knows you'll do for the best Leave us wait until the spring tireed; ”an' we'll say nar a word t' little Jimmie”

They laid hold on the hope in Hook's Kurepain Life was brighter, then They looked forward to the cure The old ambols and pranks, was to return to theht home the fox skins from the wilderness, Jimmie fondled them, and passed upon their quality, as to colour and size and fur Jied smiles Jimmie did not know that upon the quality and nuhted to stroke and pat, depended his cure Let the winter pass! Let the ice move out froo and return again! _Then_ Jimmie should know

”We'll be able t' have _one_ bottle, whatever,” said the mother

”'Twill be more than that, mum,” Jim Grimm answered, confidently ”We wants our Jimmie cured”

CHAPTER IV

_In Which Jimmie Grimm Surprises a Secret, Jim Grimm makes a Rash Pro's Teeth_

With spring careat disappointment The snow melted from the hills; wild flowers blossomed where the white carpet had lain; the ice was ready to break and move out to sea with the next wind froht Jim Grimm bundled the skins, strapped them on his back, and took them to the storekeeper at Shelter Harbour, five miles up the coast; and when their value had been determined he ca from the”Well?” she said, when the roaned ”I', but waited for hireater distress

”'Twas a fair price he gave me,” Jim Grimm continued ”I'h t' do more than keep us in food, with pinchin', till we sells the fish in the fall I' o' disappointment”

”'Tis sad t' think,” said the mother, ”that Jimmie's not t' be cured--after all”

”For the want o' twelve dollars!” he sighed

They were interrupted by the clatter of Ji in haste from the inner room Then entered Jimmie

”I heered what you said,” he cried, his eyes blazing, his whole worn little body fairly quivering with excitement ”I heered you say 'cure' Is I t' be cured?”

They did not answer

”Father! Mama! Did you say I was t' be cured?”

”Hush, dear!” said the mother

”I can't hush I wants t' know Father, tell me Is I t' be cured?”