Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-02-05
CHAPTER II-(Continued)

you'd better not run 'em across ir
idaylight-that's my tip said Vetal.
"Oh, I've got all the Yankee hound
dogs of deputies running north OF
here, chasing a shadow" retorted Ro
with a toss of his hand. II was the
one who opened the lane here last
lnirht-it was my scheme! They run
in a pack and a snap of the fingers
istarts 'em when you know how to dc
IL I'm only afraid Of some struggling
idiot. You haven't seen any signs
eh?"
Beaulieu shook his head.
Roi ratified on, still marching to
and fro.
"Im let the sheep come on.
ought to have been here at midnight,
rvetal. I planned it that way, OF
course. But hell is in that flock back
there, and some sneak poisoned my
two best dogs last week. We have
come slow. But across they must
come, vetal. They ought 70 be here in
ten minutes"
The sky was red in deep hues near
the horizon, but the sun was still be-
low the hills, and the highway under
the trees stretched dimly in its vistas
east and west The horse which had
brought the chief of the Monarda
ismugglers was hitched to the iron post
that marked the line between the
countries. Roi went to the animal
and was about TO mount.
Beaulieu called to him. Vetal stood
i'm the broad door. The anxiety in
his tones and the expression on his
lace indicated that he had something
especial to say.
'T haven't any time now, Netal.
Save your gossip
Beaulleu stepped out OF the door
and gazed furtively at a window in
the far end of his house.
The curtain was drawn tightly. lie
turned to Roi, his finger on his lips.
Then he pointed to the open door.
you'd better step in, Dave" he
advised, and led the way.
Roi followed, for there was warn
ing significance in the mans words
and acts.
"A spy in there, eh?" he demanded,
when they were back in the big room.
why in the devils name didn't you
say so at the start-off?"
'I'd know what to say about
spy-I'd know what to tell you, and
tell you quick. But it's worse than
q spy-worse than a hound deputy,
Dave!" His voice broke in sudden
emotion and he began to plod around
his truck. "It's Evangeline-my girl,
Evangeline! She is home from St.
Basil. She is there in the room
Tears were on his cheeks.
There was a flash Of sudden aston
ishment in Roi's eyes.
"Evangeline home." Then he recov-
cred his self-possession. "I must say,
vetal, you don't act like a prouu
father getting back his daughter after
all these years"
'She was not to come now. did
not tell her to come now. She came
without the warning"
He beat his hand upoa his breast.
His voice was hoarse with grief and
anger.
''She stand and tell me that shame
her-I disgrace the good name Of the
Beaulieus. She talk like that to her
own father, who has been so good to
her. / have work hard all the years.
I have pile up the money!" In his
distress his Acadian tongue became
!. careless Of it's English. "I do not
sleep all the night. I sit here and
sorrow, for my own girl have come
back home to tell her poor father
that he have disgrace her. Dave, ]
have not sleep. I think I never
sleep some more!"
do you mean to say, Vetal, that a
girl eighteen years old hasn't found
out till now that you have made all
your money peddling rum off that
truck--hadn't ever heard Of Beaulieu's
Place on this border?"
''She go on the convent OF st. Basil
when her mother die. when she was a
baby of four years; you know that
yourself" bleated Vetal. But I am
not ashame because I have sold my
rum. Ny great-grandfather have keep
his wineshop."
well, selling wine in old Normandy
and selling rum off truck where you
beat the customs and the excise both
may strike some fussy folks as differ
ent propositions" drawled Roi, with
= fash of sardonic humor. 'T don't
lay It up against you, Vetal. Under
stand that. believe that every cent
Ne knock out of the ID Yankee
customs is honest money for us. But
girl right out of a convent isn't
able to understand the business side
Of things. You simply have got TO put
Il up to her straight and right! She's
'She say i must smash my bottles
Close my doors, clean out my place
mako the pilgrimage to the shrine
% the novena for every year I have
bssn IN the wickedness, and give my
money to the poor as she shall tell
me to give IT," walled the publican
\ "Oh. see herei That's all nonsense
That's only a silly convent notion
she'll wake up. II she doesn't wake
up--well. you know how to bring