The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-03-13
CHAPTER X.
Unexpected Allies.

unexpected Allies.
LATE Council, at Monsieur Trem
pays hotel, stretched out his legs upon
cha1r and pulled viciously at his
pipe, while Monsieur Tremblay leaned
against the wall and listened TO his
guests semi-sOlioquy.
Yep, Tremblay. I'm through now y
LATE was saying. I'm through for
good, and I'm going to wait here till
the boat comes tomorrow and then
beat it for Shoeburyport. Lord. I'll be
glad to see Clarice-my wife-and the
kids again.
I've put up good fight, Tremblay.
I've dropped eight thousand dollars in
ths TOOL game, and Clarice and me
VIII have to start buying our home
again when | get back to Shoebury-
port, and maybe | won't hear nothing
| about it, neither. But when it's a case
OF throwing away few thousand dol
lars worth of lumber, just because YOU
! look upon strike as personal Of
tense. and me losing my home, I've
finished. I've come to the end The
end-1nish-no more. You under
stand me, TrembIay. I'm going to
leave him to his fate" continued LATE.
trying to draw a few more mouthfuls
of tobacco smoke from his burned-out
plug. Its his fault"
He shook his pipe out angrily.
"Oui," said Tremblay; and the word
conveyed any significance that its
nearer might choose to put upon it.
"Oui," he continued thoughtfuIly,
though what he was thinking about
was incomprehensble.
1T amt my job" Lafe pursued. I'm
a family man. l got my wife and kids
to think about, and I'm against pre-
paredness. 1t amt reasonable to hire
a man for manager and then expect
him to go round saloon-bustng, is it.
Tremblay?"
"Oui," answered Tremblay.
you're right" said Lafe. "Of
course it amt" He filled his pipe
again, lit and puffed at it. Il don't
know what in thunder's wrong with
this tobacco tonight" he said, and
emptied it. He crossed his right leg
over his left, uncrossed them, and then
crossed his left over his right. Then
he got up.
Il guess I'll take stroll up the road |
and see if the stars are out" he said |
Lafe's stroll was rapid one. AS |
soon as he had left the porch he al |
most ran up the hill road toward the |
cliff. AS he painted toward the summit |
he heard the rumble of wheels in the
distance, and presently he saw the
cures rig coming toward him He
hailed.
SAY, Father Lucy, d'you mind CIV
ing me a lift into ST. Boniface?" he
called
The rig stopped and LATE perceived
Madeleine Rosny seated at the cures
side. Her hands were clasped, her
face agitated and deathly pale. Lafe's
hand went up to his hat awkwardly.
Il beg pardon Father Lucy" he NUT
tered
Jump in, Mr. Lafe," said the cure.
I'm glad that we met. We need you.
We are going to ST Boniface. Jump
n and | shall tell you on the way"
LATE entered the buggy, and Father
4ucien urged on the horse; then he
urned and said:
Louis Duval has opened a saloon
n Baptiste's old house, and Monsieur
Askew has gone to stop him.
81 guessed so. Father Lucy" an
wered Lafe. Il was just on my way
here, in case there was going to be
rouble. l guess there isn't likely to
e. though. Mr.. Askew knows how to
axe care of himself"
''Trouble?' questioned the cure.
harply. "They are going to murder
im.'
II heard some yarn like that from
said Lafe, "but / guessed
hat was all talk :
1T was not talk. 1t is their plan." !
aid Father Lucien. "Mademoiselle
.osny heard of 1t from Monsieur
rousseau days agO-it was on the
ny when you went to Ste. Marie. He 4
ode with her toward Ste. Marie and Y
I'D her so. She did not believe him. t
his afternoon she learned of it again C
'om little Baptiste. who asked her to f
arm Monsieur Askew. Everybody a
new he would go alone to ST. Buni- v
ice to stop the sale of liquor Mide- "
oiselle Rosny rode up to the camp
warn Monsieur Askew, as Baptiste s.
I'd begged her. He would not listen a
} her. She came to me. 1t is a siev- a
$ plot" he said sternly, land If they "
lrt one hair of his head they shall go h
prison for it."
I'VE must get there in time to save d