The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-08-19
(Continued.)'

II have just come fromss MeIeeSe, he whispered softly "She Sends you her love. mseur. and tells you not to give up hope The great God, if she only knew-tif she only knew what is lbout to haf9en&& No one has told her. She is a prisone3fh her room. and aft er that-after that out on the plain when she came to you and fought like one gone mad to save yOu-they will not give her freedom until all is over. What time is it. m'seur?'
 A clammy chill passed over. How and as he read the time.
 Half past A.
 ''The Virgin bear me witness that I wish I might strike ten years. off my fife and give you freedom Jean treathed quickly. II would do it this instant. m'seur I would help you to ,scapesif itzweref ini attxoxsKspossible. But they are in the roofnsatathe head If the stair. waiting. At 6''--
 "At 6twhat then?" urged Rowland. My God, man., what makes you look C What is to happen at 8g
 'Tanavel ms tinsa1se sAosesj jng further .s harshly. They know now that it was I who fought for you and for Meleese on the Great North trail. They know that it is I who saved you at Wekusko. Meleese can no more save me than she can save you, and to make my task a little harder, they have made me their messenger, and'-
 Again he stopped. choking for words.
 ''Their executi0ner, m'seur.''
 Great God!" Rowland gasped
 First I am to tell you a story, m'seur,' continued Croisset, leveling his reddened eyes to the engineers. Ut will not be long and pray the Virgin tdsfnake you understand it as we people of the north understand it. 1t begins sixteen years ago.
 'T shalf understand, Jean." whisper ed Rowland. "Go on."
 .'It was at one of the company's posts that it happened" Jean began, and the story shas to dc with le m'seur, the factor and his wife, L'Ange Blanc-that is what she was called, m'seur-the white angel. Mon Dieu, how we loved her! Not with wicked love, m'seur, but with some thing very near to that which we give our Blessed Virgin. And our love was but a pitiful thing whene compared with the love of these two,' each for the other. She was beautiful, glOri- ously beautiful as we know women up in the big snows;; like Meleese, who was the youngest of their children.
 "Ours was the happiest post in all this great northland, m'seur," contin- ued Croisset after, a moments pause, and it was all because of this woman and the man, but mostly because of the woman. And when the little Me leese came--she was the first white girl baby that any of us had ever seen-our love for these two became something that I fear was almost a, sacrilege to our Dear Lady of God. Perhaps you cannot nnderstapdesuehaa love, .m'seur. I kn0Msth&t ftf cannot she understood downfin that world which yod call civ ilization. for I have been there and have seen. We would have died for the little Meleese and the, other Me Ieese, her mother. And also, m'seur, we would have killed our own brothers had theyIas much. as sRokansah word against them or cast at the mother even as much as look which was not the purest That is how we loved her sixteen years ago this winter, m'seur, and that is how we love her memory still .
 '.She is dead" uttered Rowland, for getting in these tense moments the sig nificahpeog eEffsa setH5o o4At ghts hold for him
 Yes. she is dead. m'seuf91 Shall tell rou howEsheod odiedT a1.4t
 Croisset sprang to his feet, his eyes fashiFg. his .lthe; :,Pody, tyitehing like a wolfs as he stood for an instant half leaning over the engineer.
 Shall l tell you how she died, n'seur?' he repeated. Sixteen years ago. when the little Meleese was four years old and the oldest of the three sons was fourteen, a man and his boy came up from Churchill. He had let ters from the factor at the bay, and our factor and his wife opened their doors to him and to his son and gave them all that it was in their power to give.
 Mon Dieu. this man was from that glorious civilization of yours. m'seur- from that land to. the south where they say that Christ's temples stand on eveny four .cornerss but he could not understand the strange yGed and the strange laws of our people For months he had been away from the compan- ionship of women, and in this great wilderness the factors wife came into his life as the flower blossoms in the desert An, m'seur I can see now how his wicked heart strove to accomplish the things and how he failed 5beca use the glory of our womanhood up here has come straight down from heaven. And in failing he went mad--mad with that passion of the race have seen in Montreal, and then-ah, the great God, m'seur, do you not understand what happened next?-
 Croisset lifted his head, his face twisted in a torture that was half grief, half madness, and stared at Rowland, with quivering nostrils and heaving chest In his companions face he saw only a dead white pallor of waiting, of half comprehension. He leaned over the table again, controlling himself by a mighty effort.