The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-11-28

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!: Copyright 1901, by T. H. Thorpe.
Copyright, 1901, by T. H. Thorpe.

| MS morse and cOnVerSlng with Laure
Juneau, sole occupant Of her grand
mothers exaggerated buggy, to which
vas harnessed the colossal mule. CON-
,sg suddenly upon the two, they sa W
che girl quickly snatch from Quille-
bert's hand a small watch and long
golden chain and furtively bestow
| them under the seat Of the vehicle and
were amused at her confused efforts to
recover the loosened reins and drive on
before they spoke.
pray do not be disturbed at this in
terruption Of your tete-a-tete, made
moiselle," said the sheriff, doffing his
hat. II have but to deliver these pa
pers to M. Quillebert and be off, with
| apologies for the intrusion" And
he handed the documents to Quillebert,
who received them mechanically, with
| out so much as looking at the large
written characters Endorsed upon them
Before reading those papers, NJ
Quillebert, allow me to speak with
you," said Father Grhe, riding near
him and in an undertone communicate
ing the particulars of the meeting at
| ''LEsperance" and the warning in the
words Of Fyrth.
In the struggle to suppress his anger
Quillebert's face was that of a demon
1t became knotted with swollen veins;
| his bloodshot eyes glared like bated
brute's; his heavy lips, though tightly
pressed together, shook like storm
swept waves of a muddy stream, and
his fingers convulsively worked the pa
| pers they clutched into crunched and
shapeless lump. Father Grhe turned
his eyes away from the revolving spec
tacle, but Laure gazed upon it fas-
| cinated.
''The cowardly creoles join the bully
ing Americans in threatening a French.
man with lynch law, and you, mon
sieur priest, are their herald, eh? That
is the case?" at length Quillebert NUT
tered hoarsely.
1T will only aggravate the situation
to use insulting adjectives," answered
Father Grhe. 'Those citizens have but
adopted heroic mode of forestalling
possible and deplorable outcome of an
appeal to the law in humanity's cause,
and l have borne their message in the
hope of preventing two murders.
Mile. Juneau. you seem to have the
confidence of M. Quillebert." He &C.
companied these words with a signifi-
cant look at the girl. "Advise him
against his dangerous impulses"
Her face was instantly af1ame, and
her eyes became orbs Of wrath, but she
made no audible reply nor returned the
bow Of the priest and sheriff as they
rode away.
''You see, my little Gasconne," said
Quillebert, "what flows from a COM
bination of maudlin hysteria of the
Estelle Latiolais type and abolition am
bition and avarice of the Oakfell
brandt
1.-THE Horace Oakfell brand, you
mean,' Laure retorted sharply. IN.
Evariste, am sure, has no part in
these doings."
80, sol" unused Quillebert aloud, as
if detecting something, yet doubling
whether the discovery pleased him.
mot NJ. Evariste, eh? Aha! Well, let
US see. Estelle, yes. Oakfell, yes. But
not NJ. Evariste; no? She has lost her
reason on Oakfell, but not M. Evariste,
eh? And have thought he was pray
ing at her chhrch!'
mot so. l do not believe a word of
it," snapped Laure. -,
"Nor 1 now. I must have been mis-
led by the frequency Of his visits at
the LatiOlais house." Observing that
Laure's ve1ation was approaching the
limit of restraint, he adroitly gave his
comments another direction. my ha-
tired of the one made it too easy for me
to do injustice to his half brother.
should have remembered that Evariste
has French blood. His grandfather
was a grand rascal of '93. Estelle's
REORGANIZATION was a grand gentle
man Of $50. There should be more
puissant sympathy between him and
the true Gasconne maid than between
him and the simpering descendant Of
supercilious and skipping .emigre.
We may have a friend in the enemy's
camp"
But the warning must be Needed"
Laure said.
For the present, yes," Quillebert re-
luctantly assented; "but my day will
come"
IF you prudently employ those days
which lie between"
'You know my race"
EYES,"
"Well"
"That is enough" And with a sting
ing blow Of the whip Laure started the
big mule into swinging trot toward
the junction Of the bayous. Reaching
the point where the road cut the levee
and wound down a soft, steep bank to
the narrow bridge at the crossing, she
beheld Evariste on the other side riding
briskly out of the swamp from the d.
rection, of the prairie, and, though she
could we'll have passed over the stream
before him, she chose to halt at the wa
ter's edge and await him, unseen from
her grandmother's cottage. He had