Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-21
AL>ost Revenge
By JAMES BUcKHAM
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 tCopyright. 1908, by Daily Story Pub. Col IN GREAT, lone rock rises like min
 iature Gothic castle in the center If Nova Scotian "barren."i All;about
 sweeps the wide waste of marsh, car- 3eted with. gray moss and bristling with hunted, wiry hard-hack. Off to the east
 Fard, barely visible through encirclins
 Euah and reeds, gleams shallow lake,
 Ike silver platter lost in the grass. hesolation everywhere-deso sol- Rude and silence. sa a
 A gray October sky was lowering over he barren when my guide and entered
 coming suddenly out of the dark,
 hiek woods. The sun was just going
 Town in a bank of copper-colored mist Sn the distant horizons edge. The soll- hry rock looming before us was the |nly object that broke the wide, monot- 8hous expanse of the plain. That" !" aid my guide, ''is Peter Pardeau's {allfng-rock. Many was the moose Peter called up and shot from there. knds once, they say, he shot white hoose. I'll tell you the story in camp. Tonight"
 We trailed across the barren in a Unread of path through brush and
 aoss7a path that none but a guides
 I've could follow in the gathering twi- $ght--and, skirting the northern end $f the little lake, struck timber again. &limbed a knoll, and came to a trim, $eeled-log camp, with the quaint sign Rver its door-'FWhat Cheer?" Good
 heer it meant for us, that night, wet
 Ind weary and hungry as we were from ! 12-mile walk through the painless for
 st. The tight little stove glowed red- $ot; the freshly cut balsam browse in &he hunks gave forth it's delicious 1roma; the moose-steak from the pack Iimmered in the spider, and from the koffee-pot rose that fragrant steam vhfck every camper associates with the
 casts of the outdoor gods.
 After supper came the pipes and the .uide's story of Peter and the white noose, which, for the readers sake, must tell in fewer words than the guide bsed. as he leaned back against the logs. blowing long clouds of smoke across the &tove. FSsl-@
 Peter Pardeau. when he was a young nan--so said the guide-loyed girl ot bis own Arcadian village, a wisp of white $ottages nestling by the shore of St. Aary,s Bay. Both young people were &escendants of the old French settlers pf the province, whose romantic story has been so beautifully told by Longfe1- low In 'tEYangeline." But Peter was bot the only one of fair Theresa's lovers,
 for she was the most winsonae girl in all
 hei parish; and among the other suitr brs was handsome, dashing, ungerupu. 2ous courier de bois, Gaspard Langlois by name, who vowed he would marry he maiden if he had to carry her away by force. This imposing fellow was Peters only real rival, for, while she $ared nothing for her other suitors, it Nas plain to be seen that Theresa ad- hifed Gaspard greatly. and wasin dam ger of losing her heart to him in spite bf the affection which had been growing Sip between herself and Peter since their Childhood.
 Peters love affair was at this criti- bal pass when he was suddenly called laways to the states by the death of his Father, who had gone to Boston with 8 bargo of fish, and caught fever while lying in port there. During Peters ab- $ence on the sad mission of bringing &ome his fathers body for burial Gas bard succeeded in persuading Theresa &o run away with him to Quebec, where $hey were secretly married. Gaspard es 1t afterwards appeared, had poisoned fTheresa's mind by certain evil stories &5out Peter, which, though false: in bvery particular, had caused the fool &sh girl to believe her lover untrue tc her. Tn moment Of bitter anger, jeaI- busy and disappointment she had con. Tented to requite Peter by eloping with bis rival. All this Peter learned after T t was too late to right the wrong done him. Gaspard and Theresa had dis Appeared; nor did they ever afterward fetnrn together to the village that had been Theresa's home Of his sweet. hearts fate Peter could learn nothing 5she had utterly vanished out Of his life But her memory did not die, and as long #tS HG ilv0Q LHG WIOuSSH lover ~NOWSU fhat he would revenge himself upon the hated Gaspard Langlois, if ever fate Ehrew the chance in his way.
 For many years, Peter Pardeau, exiled by a broken heart, lived the life of a Forest hermit. His fame as hunter Rpread far and wide. There was no one |who could equal him in calling up.the &ordly bull moose in rutting time; none sWlo could follow the trail of moose or bear or caribou so unerringly; none who fould shoot rifle or read the signs ot the woods with such masterly skill. |n4t was not long before Peter Pardeau first began to use the great castle-like in the barren beyond Lost lake Tor a Calling rock" The shores of the Sake were 8 favorite feeding ground for moose. and their trails led here and here across the great barren; but only
 eould call tho wary bulls within