New-York tribune., 1910-06-19
By Edward Huntington Williams
Drawing by w. Herbert Dunton


Aren't you ashamed of your Dragging conceit,
Jean?" he said to him day. You the best
wrestler in Canadal Why, boy you have never seen
but little corner of little piece of Canada
your life. There are in Montreal who could
twirl you round one hand. And if you keep on with
sinful boasting the good Lord will seethat yOuare
well come up with Shame on you, Jean Lefeurl"
OF course Jean coudn say anything to the father
in reply; but his face very red, and when Father
Foley out of hearing he spoke his mind freely
Pooh, poohi'' he said scornfully What does
good father know about wrestling? Those in
Montreal! Bah! Those white faced fellows who live
in houses all the time and never do hard day work.
What could they do to Jean Lefeur who lives
in the fresh air and throw the best 1umbermen
that come into Canada? Let them come and try me-
and III show Father Foley that there are some things
he must learn besides those in his musty books"
And that was about what all thought; for We
were all strong men. And yet Jean stronger.
But the factor who had seen more of the world than
the rest of and knew that the good father seldom
spoke unless he of what he said was in
Clined to side with the priest.
All that summer Jean kept with his boasting
until we sick and tired of it and would have
been glad to have some One-even of those lum-
bermen-tlatten his back on the ground. And every
strong that came to the post tried do it-and
yet Jean always the victor So when the lum-
bermen came again in the fall he was confident
than
There were new men, and strong ones among the
umbermen of that fall and they were all ready for
wrestling, gambling, and carousing; but lean had
grown conCeited and confident now that he would
not WreStle them simply Tor love OF the sport but
must have bet to Wrestle for. And he beSted
these one by one, making little pile of money
each time (fOr the sin of betting great in the
lumber camp, and was thriving fairly at the post
Jean ceased to work at ALL and strutted about telling
us how grand it to be a wrestler and make easy
money, while we toed day and night and made little
THIS was the last straw for Father Foley to bear
He SAID nothing but one day he wrote long
letter and carried it himself miles to the logging
camp to post. No one suspected then what was in
that letter. and really knows to this dav
although some of us have opinions now.
n month later new man came into the lumber
camp to work. He was the poorest with an AK
| ever saw, and he didn't seem to know much about
trees, logs, or lumber; but he a strong fellow
and willing, and so the boss kept him. as men were
scarce and any at all was better than none
And what do you think? This green lumberrnan
who named Connors, had so little sense as to
make the boast one day that man in the camp
could lay him on his back Half dozen fellows
offered to show him how mistaken he was. and all
tried it; but none of them could show him To be
sure, he didn't throw them. either; but he was so
slippery in lodging and twisting that no one could
pin him down.
Send for Jean Leleur," said one of the men.
We will teach this green chap that there is a man
in these woods he can't slip away from"