Connecticut western news. [volume] (Salisbury, Litchfield Co., Conn.) 1871-1970, 1919-07-31
SYNOPSIS.

SYNOPSIS.
gsght in Madison square, New York, is
approached by an Eskimo dog, which
gnszns DESTROYS of attracting his attention.
sG@cs. AS he reaches the house girl
Ynsrges, evidently in state of great agi.
azkion, who displays a large amount of
koney. She Is the owner of the dog.
we is attacked by two men, who seek
d. force her into an automobile. Paul,
Fa& the girl telling him she has no
ssazas. She is bewyildered and all he can
Sarn from her is that her name is Jacque-
Anss He leaves her in his rooms.
GHAPTER II-Puzzling over the situa-
seaatnent that she is in danger sends him
aaeA to his home, There he finds q man
kngs Killed him She is in a semi-stupor.
mas Is unable to remember anything.
%HAPTER III-Hewlett carries the
ASsnH man down the fire escape and leaves
EnRms of the maker, on the dogs collar,
nm gathered that they came from Quebec
mUT determines to take her there.
EHAPTER Waiter banking her
,-ssney they visit store. where Jacque-
s5ts Journey. There Paul meets man
krgwn to him as Simon Leroux, who evil
EREwlett does also. Leroux evidently is
EE snemy of Jacqueline, and Paul evades
HRa and with the girl starts for Quebec.
CHAPTER v-They travel as brother
AnI sister and on reaching Quebec Paul
gmsks the maker of the dogs collar, hop.
Fsess, Pere Antoine. The priest tells him
EEe9ueline is the daughter of Charles Du-
Iraasne, a recluse, and is married.
This proved task of no great diff
rz8ty. 1t was a little shop where
2tather goods were sold, situated on
Bs- Joseph street. A young man with
2ark, clean-shayen face was behind
she counter. He came forward courte-
szgfy as I approached.
20 you remember" asked, "sell
atS q collar to young lady recently
nas some long time ago-a dog collar,
Ersean? This was the plate" Then I
-wauembered rame Leroux had used
aEE flung 1t out at random. 81 think
I'D was for a Mile. Duchaine," added.
Ehe shot went home.
"Ah, monsieur, remember perfect
Hs" answered the proprietor, both
tsSxn the unusual nature Of the collar
a&a6 from the fact that there was some
lasncufty in delivering 1t. There was
yMD post Office nearer the seigniory than
1G Boniface, where 1t lay unclaimed
Nhr long time. think mademoiselle
1nR forgotten all about the order. Or
Msrnaps the dog had diedH'
where is this seignioryT
The seigniory of III. Charles Du-
cHa&he?" he answered, looking curl
aEsfy at me. "It is the oldest Of the
Andgniories," he continued. 'In fact, 1t
Nss never passed out of the hands Of
sAS descendants of the original owners,
Because it is almost uninhabitable in
1Sater, except by Indians" -.
How would one reach the chateau"
In summer" he replied, lone might
aneend the Riviere dor in canoe for
Eag the distance, until one reached
uR mountains, and then" He
Shrugged his shoulders. II do not
Kzow. Possibly one would inquire of
aN@ first trapper who passed in au-
txunn. In winter one would fly.
@You see, M. Duchaine is hermit"
A@ continued. "Once, so my father
isssd to say he was one of the gayest
TsHng men in Quebec. But he became
Evolved in the troubles of 1967-and
1nan his wife died, and so he withdrew
ENere with the little mademoiselle-
wAat was her name?
~Eh bien, it makes no difference, be-
cmase, since she left the convent of
Ire Ursulines here in Quebec, where
aake was educated, her father keeps her
M the chateau, and you are not likely
e0 set eyes on M. Charles Duchaine's
a&ughter."
A. sudden stoppage in his flow of
words, an almost guilty look upon his
@&ee, as a new figure entered the little
aR0p, directed my attention toward the
stranger.
He was an old man of medium size,
very muscularly built, stout, and with
ssxormous shoulders. He wore a
) MeSest's soutane, but he did not look like
~ priest-he looked like a mans head
OH bulls body. His smooth face was
aAnned to the color of an Indians
1ss bright blue eyes,. almost concealed
3H their dropping, wrinkled lids, were
.Earcing in their scrutiny.
"Bo'j jour, Pere Antoine" said the
eifepkeeper deferentially, fixing his
ases rather timidly upon the old
Mdest's face.
sEh bien, who is this with whom
sNfYss pfsSjnAst Concerning the daugh
,ssr Of M. Duchaine?" inquired Fathe,
iAntoins, looking at me keenly.
sOnly a. customer-a stranger, mon
aEsur," answered the proprietor, rub
l&Cng his hands together.
- Ecu talk too much, !" said Pere An
-ssine roughly. Nov, monsieur" he
said addressing me In fair English
what is. the nature of your business
,9Aat t@can possibly concern either M