The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1916-07-06
CHAPTER l.
Al tho Home Of Hugo chevet.

dinged 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
rellIs. The work was but pretense,
Cor | had fed the house to escape the
voice OF Monsieur Cassion who was
still urging my uncle to accompany
Rim on his journey into the wilder
iess. They sat in the great room be
lore the fireplace, drinking and l had
heard enough already 10 tell me there
vas treachery ON foot against the Sleur
ie Ia Sale. To be sure Il was moth
hg to me. a girl knowing naught OF
such intrigue. yet ! had not forgotten
he day, three years before, when this
La Sale with others Of his company,
Aad halted before the ursuline CON
vent, and the sisters bade them well
rome for the night Twas my part
% help serve. and he had stroked my
Aalr IN tenderness I had sung to
hem, and watched his face In the fire
dght as he listened Never would /
forget that face, nor believe evil Of
such a man. No! not from the lips OF
Dasslon nor even from the governor.
Ia Barre.
recalled II all now. as ! sat there
n the silence, pretending 20 work, how
We watched them embark In their ca
aces and disappear, the Indian pad
ilers bending TO their task. and Mon
Iieur Ia Sale, standing, barehcaded
is he waved farewell Beyond him
vas the dark face Of one they called
De Touty, and In the first boat a mere
boy lifted his ragged hat. I know not
Why but the memory Of that lad was
clearer than all those others for be
Aad met me in the hall and We had
inlked long In the great window ere
The sister came, and took me away. So
! remembered him. and his name,
Rene G'Artigny. And IN an those
years heard no more. Into the black
wilderness they swept and were lost
10 those OF US at home IN New France.
No doubt there were those who
fnew-Froutenac, Bigot. those who
ruled over us at Quebec-but twas
not a matter supposed to interest a
girl. and so no word came to me. Once
asked my Uncle Chevet, and he re-
Piled In anger with only few sen
fences, bidding me hold my tongue;
Jet be said enough 80 that I knew the
Sleur de Ia Sale lived and had built
a fort far away, and was buying furs
Of the Indians. II was this that
brought jealousy and hatred Once
Monsieur Casslon came and stopped
with us. and as 7 waited on him and
Uncle Chevet, I caught words which
told me that Frontenac was Ia Sales
friend. and would listen 10 no charges
brought against him They talked OF
a new governor; yet 7 learned but lit
ile for Cussion attempted 10 kiss me,
and I would wait on him no more
yhen Frontenac was recalled TO
France and Ia Barre was governor.
How pleased my Uncle Chevet was
when the news came. and he raped
me table with his glass and exclaimed:
-Ah! but now we viii pluck out the
claws Of this Sieur de IA Sale, and
send him where he belongs" But he
would explain nothing until a week
hter. Cossion came up the river in
ais canoe with Indian paddlerS. and
stopped 10 hold conference, The man
treated me with much gallantry, so
mat I questioned him. and ne seemed
happy 10 answer that la Barre had al
ready dispatched q party under Che
waller de Baugls, Of the Kings Dra-
goons 10 take command Of Ia sales
Fort st. Louis IN the Illinois country.
In Sale had returned, and was al
ready at Quebec, but Calsson grinned
as he boasted that the new governor
would not even give him audience.
Bah. dcspised the man, yet lin
eered beside him. and thus learned
NAT In Sales party consisted Of but
two voyageurs, and the young Sieur
FArtlmy I was glad enough when
Be went AWAY, though / gave him my
hand TO kiss. and waved TO him brave
D at the landing And now he was
back again. bearing y 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 70
iake me there with him could be
gracious TO him for that and # was
on my gown | worked as the two
planned and talked in secret. what
they did was nothing to me now-all
my thought was on the ball What
would you? | was II.
Yhe grape trellis ran down toward
me river landing. aud from where
sat in the cool shadow. could see the
broad water cleaning In the sun sud
denly. as my eyes uplifted, the dark
sntline Of a canoe swept into the vista,
and the splashlng paddles turned the
Prov inward toward our landing |
aid not move, although | watched with
interest. for It was not the dme Of
year for Indian traders, and these
we're white men. I could see those at
the paddles, yoyageurs, with gay
cloths about their heads; but the one
IN the stern wore a hat, the brim con
teallng his face and a blue coat
knew not who 1t could be until the
PROV touched the bank, and he stepped
ashore. Then / knew, and bent low
over my sewing, as though had seen
nothing, although my heart beat fast.