Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-09-17
~ 2" asked the chief agent mock

ting 2" asked the chief agent mock
ingly.
"This is the day of the feast of the
birth of the son of Lorimer Yellow
Hail." answered the old fellow. en-
deed, it is a son, strong and lusty,
according to the old women. The
down upon his head is of golden COL
or. He sleeps now as does my
daughter. Never have l seen a
child more sturdy in limb. Doubtless
he will grow to be as l was during
the days of my youth, when | bore
two bags of -four and a three fathom
canoe over Long Portage without
resting and returned for another
load.
cart thou noC afraid to boast so
much, old man." asked Curran wick
edly, "lest the evil spirits overhear
thee and play their pranks upon thee
or upon the child7"
The chief looked scared. He be-
ieved in this sort OF tning.
"Indeed, I was not boasting as to
the little one," he said. ~ repeated
that which the old women told me,
and spoke only of things l once could
do and never will be able to do again.
A man may surely be glad to have
seen the son of his own daughter,
who is stronger bond between her
and Yellow Hair.
Nevertheless, the old man return
ed to his tent and donned his old
clothes. The rest of the day he
moved in manner that was quite
subdued.
But Curran returned to the post
and thought deeply, biting at the
stem of his empty pipe as il his
strong jaws were eager to destroy
something.
"The will is in my own hands," he
said; "but if-if anything has hap
pened to Lorimer, this child is now
the heir, will or no will! suppose
that court would appoint guardians
for him, so that might not have
the handling of much Of the money,
even if | married Ameou. Now tc
get rid of the brat"
He had already thought much
about this complication in his origi-
nal plan. One crime that he had
planned was by this time probably
carried out. Another would have to
follow.
Curran took his gun and went into
the woods toward the Long Barrens,
where, at this season, one might
chance to come across a caribou. He
only managed to miss an easy shot
at young stag, and returned in a
dark mood as restless as ever.
Father Gregoire, the missionary,
who intended to winter in the North
that year, arrived next morning.
al have letter for you and a
couple for Lorimcr." he said. "They
were glad at Big Rat to have a
chance Of sending them on by me-"
Curran only obtained them after
the old man had conducted long
search through his pack. The agent
stood by him so anxious that he dug
his finger nails into the palms Of his
hands. The venerable priest made
his way to the tent of Nimissuts, re-
joicing at the opportunity of adding
to his fold.
But Curran rushed into the post
and shut himself in his room. His
own letter bore the name of a firm
of lawyers in Quebec. He opened it
with fingers that shook with excite
ment. AS he real it his eyes glist-
ened with an evil light:
Dear Sir:
Pursuant to your instructions
we have caused search to be
Wade OF tne VIII Vi tHe Ldte Slr
John Conway Lorimer, of which
true copy is herewith inclosed.
You will see t 1T by it's terms
a number Of charitable bequests
are made, the balance of the es-
tate being left to a relative-one
Lawrence Aston Lorimer. This
balance is estir" eted at value
of seventy thousand pounds ster-
ling.
Awaiting your further COM
mands,
Very faithfully yours,
O'MEAGHER, MACDONALD &
QUINCY.