The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1903-06-06
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IA Tale Of The Early Settlers
Of Louisiana.

~ AUSTIN 6. BURDicK
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cHApTER XxII.--(Continued.l

H0r some moments AFTER TINS Fecltais
not q word was spoken, and the only
sounds that broke the stiffness were the
a0bs of the marquis.
Shall such q foul mockery stapdg' at
length, said st. Denis, in agony. Let It
be torn In sunder and cast aside. by no
law of justice or right cam
'Hoidg' interrupted Lobois, who had
now neryea himself mp to the conflict:
=sYOu but make a useless disturbance
when you thus give thought to the idea OF
annufling the bond of marriage between
my wife and myself. Ere took the final
step consulted with the governor, and
he babe me go on, and have his pledge
of sustaining me. You have heard my
wife's story. That I used stratagem to
gain her hand admit, for saw an in
terloper was about to snatch the prize
from me. And now you know all. Hence
forth 4 trust nothing may occur to mar
the harmony Of our social Intercourse.
Turning to St. Denis, he added, tri-
umphant look settling on his sharp fea"
lures: "And as for you, sir, trust you
will see the necessity of removing your
self from the society Of those who can
only be made unhappy by your presence.
If you have the common sense i suppose
you have, you will see the necessity or
this; and if you have the feelings OF
gentleman, you will not hesitate"
Gonpart raised his -clasped hands to-
% wards heaven, exclaiming:
HAS it come to this2 Must all my
hopes thus fall back upon my broken
heart, and the sweet dream of years end
in black despair? Louise, beloved OF my
soul, lost, but still cherished one
His words failed him, and he bowed his
huS In d passionate burst Of tears. In
"a moment more he heard low cry OF
hopeful tone, and a pair Of arms We're
ytwined about his neck. He looked up,
but 1t was not Louise. 1t was the How
ing eyes Of White Hand that met his
own, and darkly stained arms were en-
-ttwined about his neck. A voice of
misunderstanding next fell on his ear, and he
saw the Indian girl on her knees with
!, her hands clasped,s her streaming eyes
raised heavenward, and giving thanks to
the Great Spirit. st. Denis started as
he gazed into the deep blue eyes fastened
ON him. A moment more, he heard MS
name pronounced in tone sweet ana
familiar, that made his heart bound wild
Ely in his bosom.
This scene has progressed far
enough" now spoke the one Simon be-
.lieved to be his wife. "Simon Lobols
your wickedness has come to climax
and back ON your own head shall fall tht
terrible consequences of your machlna
ptionsw
"Ha-ha, Louise, you have gone too ia
snow!" Lobois uttered, confidently. u
you imagined your marriage was but
iest, you were mistaken. You'll find thu
knot too strongly tied to be cast off a
will"
"'Poer fool! Cannot you open you
eyes? Simon Lobois, did you think Louis
st. Denis would have married you Will
life remained? Did you think she woul
have stopped to mate with you when tn
grave was=op to her?'
"A-and--are you not married to me
Are you not my wifeT'
81 sthink you'd find me a hard one
manage; for at this very moment, wer
YOU not beneath my notice, l would cha
lenge you to mortal combat, and I'd sery
you worse than Goupart did. Look, s
mon! Don't you see that Indian yout
resting in Gouparts arms? How hay
ionged for this moment! Up-up, nj
father! Thy children are safe, and
they have returned to thee in exchange
Guises, be assured they left thee in Il
m same way"
5 'How?" gasped Simon, starting bat
and turning pale. "You-you-"
"Why, am your wife, Simon, If "
say so; but IL you keep me, you shall fig
.~ a duel with ME every morning, and we
alternate till one of us falls; first NOR
V,
have seen me shoot some"
Al this junctuTe the truth had fore
itself TO the old marquis mind.
cit must be!' he whispered, seizing
noble son by the hand. at must be L
own noble Louis! Assure me I do Il
dream" ~.
'You do not, father, for am your o1
Louis. But see-here comes lAou
Don't cast her off because her skin
duskyw
'Is it possbler' gasped Lobois, as
saw Louise sink on her fathers bose
'"There's been some foul witchery here
some deep, Internal machination! Lou
Louise! The son is the daughter, a
the daughter Is the son! There's II
plot here!
"Ay! cried Louis. tearing the n
gown he wore from his body, and
vealing the light undress Of French
Gcer, there has been foul plot, a
you can we'll explain it!'
'sMe-explain Y stammered the villa
gazing FIRST at the youth and then at
maiden, who yet wore her Indian DIX
"Who are you" he gasped, starting
wards the seeming Indian, and seiZ
the dusky arm. Speak! Who are y
81 am one whom you once sought 70
wifew
Louise st. Julien2"
Eyes"
"Ah! Duped-betooled! But-the
IS q plot"
S6 A few moments more he gazed u
the, two metamorphosed ones, and ii
j. utterly powerless from mad delirium,
sank down.
But Simon Lobois was not the Q
one in the dark. The old man and
Denis were lost in amazement. The
ter had clasped his own loved one to
bosom, and she had whispered into
ear the sweet promise of love once m
vet he could not understand it.
81 see you are all astonished,"
Louis, ssand I will tell you what k
of this funny affair. So sit down
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