The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1920-02-07

Il didn't mean that, Mr.. Askew. It's
that, God knows; but what | meant by
hell was a place where everybOdy'S
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. II think I'll go into the office,
COnnell," said Hilary.
II guess you'II have to break it
open, then" said Lafe "Mr. Morris
took the keys with him"
"When's he coming back?"
"We were expecting him on the boat
this afternoon"
Hilary considered for a moment. I'll
wait till tomorrow then" he said.
Hello, Monsieur Baptiste!"
The little scaler and timekeeper was
hurrying toward the buggy. Mon
sieur!" he gasped. Monsieur AskeW,
yesterday / 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
trespassers and visitors is at an end.
There's going to be nothing done here
that Wen be afraid Of people finding
out Got it?"
JeanMarie Baptiste evidently had
got it, for he looked almost terrified.
He touched his hat and withdrew with
sort of shutting bow.
You certainly do have the knack of
putting things across, Mr.. Askew," said
LATE admiringly. 81 guess you're ready
to go back to the hotel. Wait. There's
old Dupont, the captain of the lumber
him?"
81 suppose So" said Hilary.
Dupont came toward the rig, &C
cOmpanied by the timekeeper. The
captain was tall old man Of about
sixty years, with gray beard, a
weather-beaten face, and pale gray
eyes that seemed to burn with some
consuming fire. His look, as he turned
1t on Hilary, was so searching, and so
inscrutable, and so momentarily hos
tile, that Hilary felt uncomfortable.
There was history behind that pene-
trating stare-a history and hate.
But after moments examination
Of Hilary's face film seemed to come
over the old mans eyes. Whatever
the reason for his strange gaze, Du-
pont was satisfied He stood by LATE,
and Jean-Baptiste translated.
1.-THE captain says the schooner's
full" he said. "He want to start for
Quebec on tonight's tide"
Tell him to speak to Mr.. Askew
here" answered LATE. "Say that Mr..
Askew's in charge"
The timekeeper translated back into
the French. A smile flickered upon
Dupont's face. He shook his head and
answered.
"He says he's got to have Mr.. Nor
ris' ORDERS" said Baptiste.
LATE turned to Hilary, who took up
the conversation. "Ask him If he
doesn't understand what 1 am here
for" he suggested
Dupont was impregnable in his po-
sition. He had lumber from both con-
cessions, and Mr.. Morris was in charge
Of both What orders had been left
with reference to his freight?
LATE was pleased and surprised at
the way Hilary took it. But Hilary
had learned good deal during that
morning.
THAT sounds reasonable" he said.
"Give him Mr.. Morris orders Connell,
whatever they are" And, when the
matter had been settled, he added :
"You were dead right, Council. We've
got to settle with the big fellows first. y
He dropped LATE at the mill and
drove slowly homeward across the
bridge, thinking hard. There would
probably be no trouble with Leblanc
after he had shown that he was mas
ter. And LATE would be pillar of
strength Hilary had instructive faith
in the slow-speaking Yankee.
81 must get little Baptiste on our
side, too" he said aloud, as the buggy
topped the hill beyond the bridge; and