The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1916-10-12
CHAPTER XIX.-continued.

I'D
you refuse obedience to the COVER
Ror Of New France?"
"No, monsieur; am under orders
b obey There will be no trouble be-
tween US If you are Just to my men.
La Barre is not here to decide this,
but | am" He put his hand on D'Ar-
hgny's shoulder. Monsieur Cassion
charges this man with murder. He is
an officer of my command, and l
arrest him. He shall be protected,
and given a fair trial. What more
can you ask?"
"You will protect him! help him to
escape, rather!" burst out CassiOn.
THAT is the scheme, De Baugis."
your words are insult, monsieur,
and bear no more. If you seek quar-
rel you shall have 1t. l am your equal,
monsieur, and my commission comes
from the king All, NJ. de la Duran
taye, what say you of this matter|
A man, broad-shouldered, in the
dress Of a woodsman, elbowed his
way through the throng Of soldiers.
BE had a strong, gOOd-humored face.
I'm faith, l heard little OF the con-
troversy, yet It's like l know the gist
Of It, as l have just conversed with
q wounded soldier OF mine, BaNOeau,
who repeated the story as he under
stood it. My hand to you, Sieur d'Ar-
tigny. and it seems to me, messieurs,
that De Tonty hath the right of it."
"You take his side against Us who
have the authority of the governor"
"Pah! that Is not the issue. 'Tis
merely a question of justice to this lad
here. stand for fair trial with Henri
de Tonty, and will back my judgment
with my sword"
They stood eye to eye, the four Of
them, and the group Of soldiers seemed
to divide, each company drawing TO-
gether. Cassion growled some vague
threat, but De Baugis took another
course, gripping his companion by the
arm.
"No, Francois, tits not worth the
hanger" he expOstulated. There will
be no crossing Of steel. Monsieur Cas-
gered-but not l. The man shall have
his trial. and we will learn the fight
and wrong Of all this presently. Mon
sieur Tonty, the prisoner is left In
your charge. Fall back men-to your
barracks. Madame, permit me to Of
fer you my escort"
''To where. monsieur"
"To the only quarters fitted for your
reception" he said gallantly, those
have occupied since arrival here"
"You vacate them for me?"
"With the utmost pleasure" bowling
RaIlanty. 81 beg of you their accept
ance; your husband has been my
guest, and will join me in exile"
II will use your quarters gladly,
Captain de Baugis," l said quietly,
"but will ask to be left there undis-
turbed"
Most assuredly, madame-my serV-
ant will accompany you"
'"Then good night messieurs."
faced Cassion, meeting his eyes frank
ly. 81 am greatly wearled, and would
monsieur Permit to pass"
He stood aside, unable to afront
me, although the anger in his face was
evidence enough of brewing trouble.
No doubt he had boasted Of me to De
Baugis, and felt no desire now to have
our true relations exposed thus pub
licly. | passed him, glancing at none
of the others, and followed the soldier
across the beaten parade. A moment
later was safely hidden within a
tVo-roomed cabin.
{ A table and two chairs, rudely made
with ak and knife, comprised the en-
tire furniture, but small mirror, un-
framed, hung suspended against the
farther wall. I glanced at my refec-
ton In the glass, surprised to learn
how little change the weeks had made
in my appearance. 1t was still the
face of u girl which gazed back at
me, with clear, wide-Open eyes, and
cheeks flushed In the freight. Strange
to say, the very sight OF my youthful
ness was disappointment, and
brought with 1t doubt How could
fight these men? How could / hope
to win against their schemes and
plans Of vengeance?
| opened the single window, and
leaned out, grateful for the fresh air
blowing against my face. but unable
to perceive the scene bel5w shrouded
In darkness. Far away, down the
valley, was the red glow of fire, its
fame rejecting over the surface OF
the river knew | stared down into
great void. but could hear no sound
except faint gurgle Of water directly
beneath. | closed the window shutter
and, urged by some impulse, crossed
over to the door leading to the othel
apartment 1t was a sleeping room
scarcely more than large closet, witt
garments hanging on pegs against the
logs, and two rude hunks opposite the
door. But the thing which captured
my eyes was bag Of brown leather
lying on the floor at the head Of one
of the bunks-a shapeless bag, having
no distinctive mark about it, and yet
which | instantly recogniZed-sinCt
we left Quebec 1t hau been Ia ouT
boat
AS stood staring at it, remem
bered the words of De Baugis, your
husband has been my guest Ay
that WAS i1-=lhis naG been CaSsion'l