Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1919-12-26

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 combination of
dignity and simplicity about her, both
in her demeanor and in the way she
rode, and in her acknowledgment of
Connell's 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
Madeleine Rosny. Her fathers what
they call the Seigneur."
1.-THE owner of the Chateau?" asked
Hilary, although he knew this per-
fectly.
eyes, Mr.. Askew. guess she
wouldn't have smiled so pleasant if
she had known who you was"
''Why, Mr.. Connell?"
| Lafe jerked his thumb vaguely about
the horizon. proud old boy" he ex-
planned. "Family's been here nigh on
a thousand years, l guess
since them Frenchmen first came to
this continent. Hated like thunder to
sell out to your uncle. But 1 guess
he was land poor, like the rest of them,
and Mamzelle Madeleine must have
cost him mint of money finishing up
in the convent at Paris, France"
Hilary turned this over in his mind
| IoS, H. IL %I,<
cliff and then down the road to the
hotel. The idea of any personal ill
feeling on the Seigneur's 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 a feeling of regret, and
also of half-formed resolution, the
nature of which he would not admit
to put relations upon a 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
1
"You are the foreman, I under.
stand?' asked Hilary.
Eyes, Mr.. Askew. I 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 pulp supply. Mr.. Morris of
fered me the job, and took it. AnG
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"Why?'
tits h of country" answered
Lafe frankly. ST never guessed such
folks existed in civilized land be
fore. Now you. take Dutchman or {
Dago-their ways amt our ways, bu
they're more or less human. These
people amt. They paint their house:
yellow and green, when they paint zen
at all. never saw a yellow house
with green porch in my life till
come up here''
Just difference of taste, Mr.. Con
NELL"
Maybe" saiG Lafe, splitting. 'fMay
be it's all right not to have sense t.
plaster their houses, so as to freeze t.
death in winter time. Maybe it's al
right to run to Father Lucy whel
there's forest fire, instead of gettin;
to work and putting it out. Maybe h
can pray it out for them. got nothing
, against the place, except that my wifi
Clarice and the kids are in Shoebury
port, and I'd rather rot here alone thai
bring 'em up. But what's the use
I'm here and I got to stay here" b
ended, struggling his shoulders.
: Lafe was bad cross-questioner, an
the task put upon him by Broussea
{ was not only uncongenial but impos
sible for man of his Temperament
However, he made a valiant attemp
: to draw Hilary out. you're thinkin
of spending some time here, Mr.. As
. kew?" he asked.
$ 1--WE come to take charge. I'm goin
l to stay" said Hilary.
: Lafe looked at him curiously. Wha
9 sort of man could this be who chos
j Of his volition to reside in st. Bon
face?
4 II guess you'll change your min
when you've seen it little longer" b
: said incredulously.
t "On the contrary, Mr.. Connell,
e mean to take hold, and mean to max