Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1919-12-30

OF Hilary. he saw that she was ABOUT
twenty years of age. or a little more,
slight, very straight upon the saddle,
with gray-blue eyes and brown hair
blown by the wind about her flushed
cheeks. There was a combination of
dignity and simplicity about her. both
in her demeanor and in the way she
rode. and in her acknowledgment of
ConnelPs greeting.
Hilary watched her canter up the
road till she had disappeared among
the trees. Then he realized that he
had not taken his eyes off her since he
had first seen her.
That" said Lafe. sis Mamzelle
they call the Seigneur"
THE owner of the Chateaur' asked
Hilary, although he knew this per-
fectly.
Eyes, Mr.. Askew. l.. guess she
wouldn't have smiled SO pleasant if
she-had known who you was"
'Why. Mr.. ConnelI?"
LATE jerked his thumb vaguely about
the horizon. proud old boy" he ex-
planned. "Family's been here nigh on
a thousand years, guess-leastway
since them Frenchmen first came to
this continent Hated like thunder to
sell out to your uncle. But / guess
he was land poor, like the rest of them,
ana Mamzelle Madeleine must have
cost him mint of money finishing up
in the convent at Paris, France"
Hilary turned this over in his mind
as they continued their walk along the
cliff and then down the road to the
hotel. The idea of any personal ILL.,
feeling on the Seigneurs part or on
that of his family had not occurred to
him. Though he did not expect to
meet Monsieur Rosny, except possibly
in the course of his business. he was
conscious of feeling of regret and
also of half-formed resolution, the
nature of which he would not admit,
to put relations upon pleasant foot
Ing.
In the hotel the landlords wife was
already preparing supper They ate
an omelet, washed down with strong
tea and followed by ,raspberries and
cream. Then they went out on the
porch and lit their pipes.
'..You are the foreman, / under
stand?" asked Hilary.
"Yes, Mr.. Askew. l took the job
soon after your uncle bought the tim
Der rights. I'd been up here for the
Shoeburyport Gazette, which was look
ing for a pulp supply. Mr.. Norris Of
fered me the job, and l took it. And
I've been sorry ever since"
"Why?"
TITS h of country" answered
LATE frankly. 81 never guessed such
folks existed in a civilized land be-
fore. Now you take Dutehman or a
Dago-their ways amt our ways, but
they're more or less human. These
people amt. They paint their houses
yellow and green, when they paint 'em
at all. | never saw yellow house
with green porch in my life till |
come up here
Just difference of taste, Mr.. Con-
nell"
Maybe" sale LATE, splitting. May
be it's all right not to have sense to
plaster their houses, so as to freeze to
death in winter time. Maybe it's all
right to run to Father Lucy when
| there's forest fire, instead of getting
to work and putting it out. Maybe hs
can pray 1t out for them. got nothing
against the place, except that my wife
Clarice and the kids are in Shoebury-
port, and I'd rather rot here alone than
bring 'em up. But what's the usef
I'm here and got to stay here" he
ended, Struggling his shoulders.
LATE was bad cross-questioner, and
the task PIT upon him by Brousseau
was not only uncongeniaI but impos-
sible for a man of his temperament
However, he made a valiant attempt
to draw Hilary out. you're thinking
of spending some time here, Mr.. AS
| kew?" he asked.
I've come to take charge. I'm going
to stay" said Hilary.
| LATE looked at him curiousIy. What
sort of man could this be who chose
of his volition to reside in st. Boni-
| face?
II guess you'll change your mind
when you've seen it a little longer" he
said incredulously
"0n the contrary, Mr.. Connell, l
mean TO take hold, and l mean to make