The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1916-07-13
CHAPTER I.
At the Home Of HUGO ch.xs,.

puiple' anu Iue IOTeSI leaves were
tinged with red. And yet the air was
soft, and the golden bars Of sun dick
cred down on the work in my lar
through the laced branches Of the
trellls. The work was but a pretense
for had fed the house to escape the
voice of Monsieur Cassion who was
still urging my uncle to accompany
him on his journey into the wilder.
ness. They sat in the great room be.
fore the fireplace, drinking, and had
heard enough already to tell me there
was treachery on foot against the Sieur
de la Sale. To be sure 1t was moth
Ing to me, a girl knowing naught OF
such intrigue, yet l had not forgotten
the day, three years before, when this
La Sale, with others Of his company,
had halted before the Ursuline con-
vent, and the sisters bade them wei
come for the night. Twas my part
to help serve, and he had stroked my
hair in tenderness. had sung to
them, and watched his face In the fire.
light as he listened. Never would |
forget that face, nor believe evil of
such man. No! not from the lips of
CNssion nor even from the governor,
La Barre.
recalled 1t all now, as sat there
in the silence, pretending to work, how
we watched them embark in their ca
noes and disappear, the Indian pad
oilers bending to their task, and Mon
sicur la Sale, standing, bareheaded
as he waved farewell. Beyond him
was the dark face Of one they called
DE TOnty, and in the first boat a mere
hoy lifted his ragged hat, l know not
why. but the memory of that lad was
clearer than all those others, for he
had met me in the hall and we had
talked long in the great window ere
the sister came, and took me away. So
I remembered him, and his name,
Rene dArtigny. And In all those
years I heard no more. Into the black
wilderness they swept and were lost
to those of us at home in New France.
No doubt there were those who
mew-FrOntenac, BigOt, those who
ruled over us at Quebec-but twas
not a matter supposed to interest
girl, and so no word came to me. Once
I asked my Uncle Chevet, and he re-
piled in anger with only a few SEN
tences. bidding me hold my tongue;
yet he said enough so that knew the
SIeur de la Sale lived and had built
fort far away, and was buying furs
Of the Indians. 1t was this that
brought jealousy and hatred. Once
Monsieur Cassion came and stopped
with us, and as waited on him and
Uncle Chevet, caught words which
told me that Frontenac was La Salle's
friend, and would listen to no charges
brought against him. They talked of
a new governor; yet learned but lit
tie, for Cassion attempted to kiss me,
and | would wait on him no more.
Then Frontenac was recalled to
France. and La Barre was governor.
How pleased my Uncle Chevet was
when the news came, and he raped
the table with his glass and exclaimed:
"Ah! but now we will pluck out the
claws of this Sieur de la Sale, and
send him where he belongs" But he
would explain nothing until week
later. Cassion came up the river in
his canoe with Indian paddlers, and
stopped to hold conference. The man
treated me with much gallantry, so
that | questioned him, and he seemed
happy to answer that La Barre had al
ready dispatched party under Che
waller de Baugis, of the Kings Dra-
gOons to take command Of La Salle's
Fort St. Louis in the Illinois country.
La Sale had returned, and was al
ready at Quebec, but Caisson grinned
as he boasted that the new governor
would not even give him audience.
Bah! despised the man, yet l lin
gered beside him, and thus learned
that La Sales party consisted Of but
two voyageurs, and the young Sieur
d'Artigny. I was glad enough when
he went away, though l gave him my
hand to kiss, and waved to him brave
Iy at the landing. And now he was
back again, bearing a message from
La Barre, and seeking volunteers for
some western voyage of profit. Twas
of no interest to me unless my uncle
Joined in the enterprise, yet l was
kind enough, for he brought with him
word Of the governors ball at Quebec,
and had won the pledge Of Chevet to
take me there with him. l could be
gracious to him for that and it was
on my gown worked, as the two
planned and talked in secret. What
they did was nothing to me now-all
my thought Swas on the ball. What
would you? was II.
The grape trellis ran down toward
the river landing, and from where
sat in the cool shadow, could see the
broad water cleaning in the sun. Sud-
denly, as my eyes upnfted, the dark
outline Of a canoe swept into the vista,
and the splashing paddles turned the
PROV inward toward our landing. l
did not move, although watched with
interest, for 1t was not the time Of
year for Indian traders, and these
were white men. 1 could see those at
the paddles, voyageurs, with gay
cloths about their heads; but the one
in the stern wore a hat, the brim con-
cealing his face, and a blue coat. 1
knew not who it could be until the
prov touched the bank, and he stepped
ashore. Then I knew, and bent low
over my sewing, as though had seen
nothing, although my heart beat fast.
Through lowered lashes I saw him
give brief order to the men, and then
advance toward the house alone. Ahl
but this was not the slender, laughing
eyed boy of three years before. The
l.,ytISaruano hoH rnoHa ~ him a man