The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-08-15
CHAPT Err Xxx.
(Contlnued)


Peter pulled open the drawer to her
dresser. Here's her little rosary, MT
Curran We found Il under the clap
boards. when the dogs chewed throush
after a rabbit The boys voice low
cred tragically. Paw, he thro"ed II
there the night he made her run OF
he said il was Catholic. And we MT
It TO walt till Sc comes home aga! >
Mr.. Curran.
Wiley took the bronzed chain ana
silver cross. A crude and simple piece
OF work such as IA child might wear.
But II was the only reminder OF heF
vagabond life down-river. Michigan
touched ii in Currans hands.
Done wore IL round her neck when
stole her for Old Man Captain, Yes
sir he done wanted little enid 10
lead EN-"
Ladeau slipped his oily fingers I'M
der the chain as Wiley laid II back
"Eh? Dat strange work, Mr., Wiley
He peered closer. only one man
ever make dat Francois on Chartres-
st-look, he mark all his silver so
he turned the crucifiX. On the unuer
side were crude letters. Ladeau put
the trinket down and sighed Eheu'
Dat bisque have eat in dat oil silver
smith shop" He rubbed his stomach
Dat bisque-'
But they had turned away 10 listen
to Wiley Curran.
THAT crucifix. Mrs Lindstrom?
Might | take il and have it cleaned
and send il TO Aurelie? For a present
from all OF you-with love from all or
la RI
She looked at Uncle Mich. His face
grew tender. II reckon. wouldn
let anybody but you take II, Mr. Wiley.
She loved that little cross and chain
But you'll reckon you can. Mr.. WI
ley"
Wiley turned back TO the table. The
chain lay there. But when he lifted II
the silver cross was missing He look
ed about; then on the floor
Its gone? The crucifix!"
The boys were searching in the rag
carpet rugs. Curran looked about
agoin, at all of them--then at Maurice
Ladeau. He was rubbing his hands
with his old slovenly card-sharp trick,
and smiling.
Maurice, il was there when laid It
down. He came nearer. The Cajun
shrugged. 1T was there when you
picked ii up
'Merci, | been a thief den? Fo' a
picayune bit of silver? sho' never
see dat"
They looked about, under the bed
and the dresser. But nothing was
FOUL. Michigan stumped out and
era n ID under the house TO make sure
it nd not gone through some crack
Done been curious" He came
back and set his shaggy brows hard
on John and then Ladeau. But you
take the chain, Mr.. Wiley. Mebbe
Wen find the little cross"
Curran was annooed. I'll get cru
ciflx put on, Uncle Mich. Then Ill
write Aurelie. But it's curious"
He went home and. sitting In the
shop, took out the chain TO muse over
1t. Done come up-river." He smiled
and held IL of toward the light. God
bless you, Uncle Mich. You and your
little girl, Done come up-river 10 oc'
oupy the land To find the land or
joy"
And as he stood up later. closing
the door 10 60 TO the cottage, he heard
roaring off TO the west. At first
faint, then growing as the train sped
through the uplands' cut and reached
the Earlville yards. In the News shop
door. Mr.. Curran listened. holding still
the rosary against his cheek where
her own baby lips had kissed II.
Then with his cid fancy he waved
II toward the east Because you're
there, Aurelie-just because you're
there"
And a sudden impulse seized him.
BE was wont to do things on uncon-
adered impulses. He had an appoint
rhent with the Honorable T. p. Purcell.
Mis- political manager. the next day at
ten o'clock. But he suddenly growled:
congress be damned"