The Connecticut labor press., 1920-01-03

1 "I didn't mean that, MT. Askew. It. that, God knows; but what meant b. hell was a place where everybody law to himself with nothing to re strain him. A place where everybod. does what he wants to do. That's n. idea of hell, sir,"
 The road wound along the shore Presently St. Boniface came int sight. "I think I'll go into the office Connell," said Hilary.
 II guess you'll have to break i open, then" said Lafe. "Mr. Morris took the keys with him." "When's he coming backT
 "We were expecting him on the boa l this afternoon"
 Hilary considered for momnat. "Tl wait till tomorrow then," he said Hello, Monsieur Baptister'
 The little scaler and timekeeper wal hurrying toward the buggy. "Mon sieur" he gasped. Monsieur Askew yesterday I did not know who yor were. Excuse!"
 That's all right, Baptiste," an swered, Hilary. >-Just remember thai 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 we'll be afraid of people finding out. Got it?"
 Jean-Marie Baptiste evidently had got it, for he looked almost terrified He touched his hat and withdrew with a sort of shuff1inp how
 You certainly do have the knack of putting things across, MT. Askew," said Lafe admiringly. 'T guess you're ready to go back to the hotel. Wait. There's old Dupont, the captain of the lumber schooner. I guess you'll want to meet him?"
 'I suppose so," said Hilary.
 Dupont came toward the rig, ac- companied by the timekeeper. The captain was a tall old man of about sixty years, with a 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 a history behind that pene- trating stare-a history and hate.
 But after a moments examination of Hilary's face a film seemed to come over the old mans eyes. Whatever the reason for his strange gaze, Du- pont was satisfied. He stood by Lafe, and Jean-Baptiste translated.
 '"The captain says the schooner's full" he said. "He want to start for Quebec on tonight's tide."
 ''Tell him to speak to MT. Askew here," answered Lafe. Say that MT. 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 MT. Nor ris' orders," said Baptiste.
 Lafe turned to Hilary, who took up the conversation. Ask him if he doesn't understand what I am here for" he suggested.
 Dupont was impregnable in his DO sition. He had lumber from both con- sessions, and Mir. Morris was in charge of both. What orders had been left WILL TeleTouC0 IO HIS 1relSuLg
 Lafe was pleased and surprised at the way Hilary took it. But Hilary had learned a good deal during that 
 That sounds reasonable" he said. "Give him MT. Morris orders. Connell, whatever they are" And, when the matter had been settled, he added: You were dead right, Cornell. We've got to settle with the big fellows first"
 He dropped Lafe at the mill and drove slowly homeward across the bridge, thinking hard. There would be no trouble with Leblanc after he had shown that he was mas ter. And Lafe would be a pillar of strength. Hilary had instinctive faith In the slow-speaking Yankee.
 'I must get little Baptiste on our side, too," he said aloud, as the buggy topped the hill beyond the bridge; and |