The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1917-04-05
"YOrr friend! Is that aIl?"


els hat not enough, monsieur?
like you well; would save you from
injustice. You could not respect me
ir / ssid more, for / am Monsieur
Oussion's wife 10y rite Of Holy church.
I do not fear him-he is a coward;
but | fear dishonor, monsieur, for
am Adele In ~Chesnayne. | would re-
spect myself and you"
The light OF conquest vanished from
the gray eyes. For a moment he stood
Silent and motionless; then he drew a
step backward and bowed.
Your rebuke Is just, madame" he
said soberly. 1--WE OF the frontier grow
careless in a land where might is
right, and | have had small training
save In camp and field. l crave your
pardon for my %offense."
SO contrite was his expression | had
to smile, realizing for the first time
the depth OF his interest in my good
will, yet the feeling which swayed me
was not altogether that OF pleasure.
He was not II to yield so quietly, or
to long restrain the words burning his
tongue, yet | surrendered to my first
impulse, and extended my hand.
There is nothing to pardon, Sieur
d'Artigny," / said frankly. There Is
no one to whom l owe more OF cOur-
tesy than you. | trust you fully, and
believe your word, and in return l
ask the same faith. Under the condi-
tons confronting US we must aid each
In thus endeavoring to shield one an
other from suspicion, and, as a result,
are both equally in peril. Our being
alone together here will enrage Mon
sieur Cassion, and he will use all his
power for revenge. My testimony will
only make your Ease more desperate
should l confess what | know, and
you might east suspicion upon me-"
you do not believe | would"
mo, | do not, and yet, perchance.
1t might be better for us both If l
made full confession. | hesitate mere
ly because Cassion would doubt my
word; would conclude that | merely
sought to protect you. Before others
fair-minded judges at st. Louis-I
should have no hesitancy in telling the
whole story. for there is nothing l did
OF which | am ashamed, but here,
where Cassion has full authority, such
a confession would mean your DEATH"
"He believes that you feel interest
In me?"
II have never denied It; the fact
which rankles, however, is his knowl-
edge that l feel no interest whatever
In him. But we waste time. monsieur,
In fruitless discussion. Our only course
is a discovery OF Hugo Chevet's real
murderer. Know you anything to wal.
rant suspicion?"
D'Artigny did not answer at once,
his eyes looking out on the white
crested waters OF the lake.
mo, madame" he said at length
gravely. 1.-The last time Chevet was
seen alive, so far as l now know, was
when he left the boats In company
with Monsieur Cassion to return to the
Mission house. Could there be any
reason why Cassion should desire the
death OF Chevet?"
II know OF none My uncle felt
bitter yer the concealment of my for
tune, and no doubt the two had ex-
changed words, but there was no open
quarrel. Chevet was rough and head
strong. yet he was not killed in fight,
for the knife thrust was from behind"
"Ay, a towards blow. Chevet
possessed no papers Of valueT
l shook my head.
IF so, no mention was ever made
to- me. But, monsieur, you are still
wet, and must be cold in this wind.
Why do you not build the fire, and
dry your clothingY
"The wind does have an icy feel"
he admitted, "but this Is a poor spot.
Up yonder In the wood shadow there
is more warmth, and besides 1t az