Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-11-26

on the St. Lawrence. The squadron had become separated, however, and the governor was pursuing his way alone in the hope of picking up the others in the river. Aboard he had a company of the regiment of Quercy, the stan of his own household, St. Val Her, the new bishop of Canada, with several of his attendants: three Rscol- let friars, five Jesuits bound for the fatal Iroquois mission, half a dozen ladies on the wy to join their hus- bands, two Ursuline nuns and ten or twelve gallants whom love of adven- ture and the hope of bettering their fortunes had drawn across the seas.
 There was peace between England and France at present, though feeling ran high between Canada and New York, the French believing, and with some justice. that the English colo nists were whooping on the demons who attacked them. Ephraim and his men were therefore received hospita- bly, on board, though the ship was so crowded that they had to sleep wher- ever they could find cover and space for their bodies. The Catinats, too had been treated in an even more kindly fashion, the weak old man and the beauty of his daughter arousing the interest of the governor himself. De Catinat had during the voyage ex- changed his uniform for plain som- Der suit, so that, except for his mill tary bearing, there was nothing to show that he was a fugitive from the army. Old Catinat was now so weak that he was past the answering of questions, his daughter was forever at his side, and the soldier was diploma tist enough, after training at Yer sailles, to say much without saying anything, and so their secret was still preserved.
 On the day after the rescue they sighted Cape Breton in the south, and soon. running swiftly before an east erly wind, saw the loom of the east end of Anticosti. Then they sailed up the mighty river, though from mid channel the banks on either side were hardly to be seen. AS the shores mar rowed in they saw the wild gorge of the Saguenay river upon the right, with the smoke from the little fishing and trading station of Tadousac streaming up above the pine trees. Thence the ship tackled on up the river past Nal Baie. Amos Green, leaning on the bulwarks, stared with longing eyes at the vast expanses of virgin woodland. hardly traversed save by an occasional wandering savage or hardy coureur de bois. Then the bold out line of Cape Tourmente loomed up in front of them, they passed the rich, placid meadows of Lavars siegneury of Beaupre, and. skirting the settle ments of the island of Orleans, they saw the broad pool stretched out in front of them-the falls of Montmo- renci. the high palisades of Point Levi, the cluster of vessels, and upon the right that wonderful rock, with it's dia- dem of towers, and its township hud- dled round its base, the center and stronghold of French power in Amer lea.
 The old merchant had pined away since he had left French soil, like a plant which has been plucked from Its roots. Tbe shock of the shipwreek and the night spent in their bleak refuge upon the iceberg had been too much for his years and strength.
 Since they had been picked up he had lain amid the scurvy stricken soldiers, with hardly Q sign of life save for his thin breathing and the twitching of his scraggy throat. Now. however, he opened his eyes and raised himself slowly and painfully upon his elbow.
 What is 1t, father? What can we do for youY' cried Adele. We are in America, and here is Amory and here am I. your children"
 But the old man shook his head. "The Lord has brought me to the promised land, but he has not willed that 1 should enter into It." said he. But at least should wish. like Moses. to gaze upon it if cannot set foot upon It."
 A minute later the old merchant was on deck. and the two young men had seated him upon coll of rope with his back against the mast. where he should be away from the crush. The soldiers were already crowding down into the boats, and all were so busy over their own affairs that they paid no heed to the little group of refugees who had gathered round the stricken man. He turned his head painfully from side to side. and his lids fell slowly over his eyes. which had been looking away cut past Point Levi at the rolling woods and the faron mountains. Adele gave a quick cry of despair and threw her arms round the old mans neck.
 He Is dying. Amory; he is dyingw she cried.
 A stern Franciscan friar who had been telling his beads within a few paces of them heard the cry.
 He Is indeed dying" he said as he gazed down at the ashen face. Has the old man had the sacraments of the church!"
 But the old Huguenot had opened his eyes. and with a last flicker of strength he pushed away the gray hooded figure which bent over him.
 T left all that l love rather than yield to you he cried. ''and think you that you can overcome me nowY
 The Franciscan started back at the