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CHAPTER V-Continued.

I l COuIu not put COuuCCL uIIu WILL our presence there. Leroux was due to arrive at any moment. I realized | that great issues were at stake, that the man would never cease in his at- l tempts to get hold of JacQueline. Only when had returned her to her fa- thers house would I feel safe from him.
 After dinner I had some conversa- | tIon> with one of the hotel clerks. 1 discovered that St. BOniface was little known, the only occupants of those parts being trappers and Indians
 "You could hire dogs and a sleigh 1 at St. Boniface for wherever your final destination is," he said, r"because the dog mail has been suspended owing to 1 the new government mail boats, and their sleighs are idle. I think Captain Dubois would take you on his boat as 1 far as that point, and I believe he makes his next trip in a couple of 1 days"
 He gave me the captains address, and I resolved to call on him early the 1 following day and make arrangements. I took Jacqueline for stroll on the terrace, and while we walked pon- dered over the problem. Jacqueline was very quiet, and wondered what she remembered. dreaded always awakening her memory, lest, with that of her home, came that other of the 1 dead man.
 Our rooms, were on the side of the Chateau facing the town, and as we passed beneath the arch I saw two | men standing no great distance away and watching us, it seemed to me. One wore the cassock~ of a priest, and I could have sworn that he was Pere Antoine; the other resembled the suspicious stranger. AS we drew near they moved behind pillar. Thus, in- eXOrably, the chase drew near.
 My suspicious received confirmation few minutes later, for we had hardly reached our rooms, and I was, in fact, standing at the door of Jacqueline's, bidding her good night when a bellboy came along the passage and announced that the gentleman whom I was ex- pecting was coming up the stairs.
 said good night to Jacqueline and went into my room and waited. had thought it would be the stranger but it was the priest.
 invited him to enter and he came In and stood with his fur cap on his head, looking direfully at me.
 "Well, monsieur, what is the pur- pose of this visit?" asked.
 '"To, tell you," he thundered, "that you must give.u the unhappy woman who has accompanied you here"
 '"That is precisely what intend to do," answered. |,
 ''To me-" he said. "Her husband"
 felt my brain whirling. I knew now, that I had always cherished hope, despite the rtng-what a fool had been!
 "I married them" continued Pere Antoine.
 "Where is he?" demanded.
 He appeared disconcerted. I gath cred from his stare that he had SUD- posed knew.
 ''This is a Catholic country" he went on more quietly. 'There is no divorce; there can be none. Marriage is a sacrament. Shining as she is"
 I placed my hand on his shoulder. '1 will not hear any more," I said. "Go!" 1 pointed toward the door.
 T am going to take her away with fne," he said, and crossing the thresh- old into the corridor placed one hand on the door of JacQueline's room.
 l got there first. 1 thrust him viO- lently aside-it was like pushing mOnument-turned the key, which happily was still outside, and put it in my pocket
 T am ready to deal with her hus- band" I said. q am not ready to deal with you. Leave at once or will have you arrested, priest or no priest. How do I know she has a hus- band? How do know you are not in league with her prosecutors? How do l know you are a priest at all?"
 He seemed amazed at the violence of my manner.
 ''This is the first time my priesthood has been denied,' he said quietly. "WelI, have offered you your chance I cannot use violence. If you refuse you will bring your own punishment upon your head, and hers on that of the unhappy woman whom you have led into sin"
 "Go!' I shouted, pointing, down the passage.
 He turned and went, his soutane sweeping against the door of Jacque- lines room as he went by.
 ! unlocked the door of Jacqueline's room. I saw her standing at the foot of the bed. Her face was white. AS I entered she looked up piteOusly at me
 "Who-was-tha she asked in a frightened whisper.
 "An impudent fellow-that is all, Jaequeline."