Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-01-06

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Leblanc stared at him insolently
with his good eye, the other fixing a
tree on Hilary's right. 81 work for
Mr.. Morris. make arrange with him"
he answered.
See here, Leblanc, you didn't catch
who this gentleman is" said Lafe.
This is Mr.. Askew, the nephew of
the late Mr.. Askew He has come into
the property. He's boss. You get me,
don't you. Leblanc?'
Leblanc shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, yes, understand" he answered,
and, turning without another word,
walked back toward the lumbermen,
accompanied by the short man, who
was chuckling maliciously at Hilary's
discontinue.
Hilary flushed, but LATE laid his
hand on his wrist, closing the fingers
about it with viselike grip.
Steady, Mr.. Askew. Don't let those
fellows get you riled," he said. eff
you're coming into this game it means
steady work. You've got to hold back
and hold back, until you've got things
ready"
They re-entered the buggy and, turn
ing the horse, drove back.
Presently Hilary cooled down. ''Who
was the little MANI" he asked.
That's Pierre something-or-other.
Black Pierre, he's called. He's BrOus-
seau's chief crook. He's a trouble
some man, Mr.. Hilary. He'll bear
watching"
well fire him first thing" said Hill
airy.
why, he amt hired by u.s." an
swered LATE.
"Then what in thunder is he doing
on my concession, talking to my chief
jobber?"
"Well, there amt no law against
it, said LATE, with a humorous look
on his face. 81 guess them two are
pretty thick together.
"YOu see, Mr.. Askew, it's this way
he went on. IF you're going to clear
up this mess, it amt a bit of good
going for the little fellows. They're
the tail that Brousseau wags. Once
you get Brousseau's hand out of your
pie, the others follow him. When
Pierre sees there amt no more pick
ings out of the ST. Boniface land he'll
go back to the smuggling business"
"Brandy-smugglingT
"Why, he's the bad man of Ste. Ma
rie. He runs cargoes of gin and brandy
acI 81 n
there's never been revenue officer in
this district within human memory, nor
would one dare to show his face here.
Say, I'll take you through Ste. Marie
on the way back to the mill %
They had reached the main road
then turned westward over a rough
track through a burned-over district
denssly covered with fireweed and
| white starved asters. Soon another
rig appeared before them, topping the
hill. LATE pulled in as it approached
"Bonjour, Father Lucy" he called
to the elderly priest, who sat inside
This gentleman is Mr.. Askew, the new
owner of the Rosny concession. He's
old Mr.. Askew's nephew"
The cure looked Hilary over, then
he leaned forward and extended his
hand, which Hilary grasped.
Il am please to meet you, Mr.. AS
kew" he said. 81 'ope we shall be-
come friens, like Mr.. LATE here, an not
quarrel so much"
"Ah, Father Lucy, you make me tired
sometimes" said LATE. "What in thun-
der's the use of praying for rain when
the forests are burning, instead of
getting busy and putting out the fire?'
"Mr. LATE, there is many thing you
do not understand" said the cure, pat.
ting the Yankee on the shoulder be-
nevolently. MIR. Lafe is fine fellow"
he added to Hilary, "but he want to go
too quick all the time"
1t was evident to Hilary that the
two were fast friends. Father Lucien
clucked to his pony, took off his hat
with a flourish, and resumed his jour-
ney.
"Father Lucy's a good sort" NUT
tered LATE, 'but he makes me tired
sometimes. Slow as the devil, Mr..
Askew. And yet. now L come to think
of 1t, he~does get results in his own
time. He amt equal to cleaning up
Ste Marie, though"
After a pause he added: Some
times I've thought that Father Lucy
had something up his sleeve about Ste.
Marie after ALL
An hours drive brought them within
sight of the village. Ste. Marie was
almost q replica Of ST. Boniface ex-
ternally, with the same shacks, elus-
tered about the brick offices of the
company.
Not much to see now" said Lafe.
But on pay night it's fierce. Mr. AS
kew. / guess this place is a real hell"
'Rowdy, Connell, you meanT
Il didn't mean that, Mr.. Askew. It's
that, God knows but what meant by
hell was a place where everybody's
a law to himself with nothing to re-
strain him. A place where everybody
does what he wants to do. That's my
idea of hell. SIR
The road wound along the shore,
Presently ST. Boniface came into
sight. Il think I'll 90 into the Office,
ConneH," said Hilary.
Il guess you'll have to break =
open, then" said LATE. "Mr. Morris
took the keys with him."
"When's he coming back?"
'We were expecting him on the boat
this afternoon.
Hilary considered for moment. I'll
wait till tomorrow then" he said.
Hello, Monsieur Baptiste"
The little scaler and timekeeper was
hurrying toward the buggy. Mon
sieurI I" he gasped. Monsieur Askew,
yesterday l did not know who you
were. ExcuSe!"
That's all right, Baptiste." an
swered Hilary. "Just remember that
I'm running things here now, that's
all. And. by the way. that order about
rrespasserS and visitors is at an end.