The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1916-08-04
CHAPT I.
At the Home Of Hugo chevet.


Sers OF grapes above me were already
purple. and the forest leaves were
tinged with red. And yet the air was
soft, and the golden bars OF sun flick
cred down on the work in my lap
through the laced branches OF the
trellis. The work was but a pretense,
for / had fed the house TO escape the
voice OF Monsieur Cassion who was
still urging my uncle 10 accompany
him on his journey into the wilder
ness. They sat in the great room be-
fore the fireplace, drinking, and l had
heard enough already to tell me there
was treachery on foot against the Sieur
de la Sale. To be sure Ii was moth
ing to me. girl knowing naught or
such intrigue, yet | 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 well
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 a man. No! not from the lips or
Cassion 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
dlers bending 10 their task, and Mon
sieur In Sale, standing, bareheaded
as he waved farewell. Beyond him
was the dark face OF one they called
De Tonty. and in the first boat mere
boy lifted his ragged hat, 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
1 remembered him, and his name.
Rene d'Artigny. And in all those
years 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
knew-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
l 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 Ia Sale lived and had built
a 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 Sales
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 10
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 a 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 a party under Che
Waller de Baugis, OF the Kings ORA
C,It Itafc
Fort ST Louis in the Illinois country.
La Sale had returned. and was al
ready at Quebec. but Caisson grlnned
as he boasted that the new governor
would not even give him audience
Bah. despised the man. yet I lin
gered beside him, and thus learned
that La Salle's party consisted OF but
two voyageurs, and the young Sieur
d'Artigny. | was glad enough when
ne went away. though I gave him my
hand 10 kiss. and waved 10 him brave
~ 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 I was
kind enough, for he brought with him
word OF the governors ball at Quebec.
and had won the pledge OF Chevet 10
take me there with him. could be.
gracious TO him for that and II was
on my gown I worked. as the two
planned and talked In secret. What
they did was nothing 10 me now-all
my thought was on the ball. What
would you? I was Il.
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 uplifted. the dark
outline OF canoe swept into the vista.
and the splashing paddles turned the
prov inward toward our landing.
did not move. although | watched with
interest. for IL was not the time OF
year for Indian traders. and these
were white men. could see those at