The Pulaskian., 1920-01-09

 blown by the wind about her flushed cheeks. There was a combination of dignity and simplicity about her, both In her demeanor and in the way she rode, and in her acknowledgment of Councils greeting.
 Hilary watched her caHteF up the road till she had disappeared among the trees. Then he realized that he had not taken his eyes off her since he had first seen her:
 That" said Lafe, "is Mamzells Madeleine Rosny. Her fathers what they call the Seigneur.'
 "The owner of the Chateau?' asked Hilary, although he knew this per- fectly.
 'sYes, MT. Askew. I guess she wouldn't have. smiled so pleasant if she had known who you was.''
 "Why, Mir. Connell?"
 Lafe jerked his thumb vaguely about the horizon. Proud old boy" he ex- plained. "Family's been here nigh on a thousand years, I guess-leastways since them Frenchmen first came to- this continent. Hated like thunder to sell out to your uncle. But l guess he was land poor, like the rest of them, cost him a mint of money finishing up in the convent at Paris France"
 Hillary turned this over in his mind as they continued their walk along the cliff and then down the road to the hotel. The idea of any personal ill., feeling on the Seigneur's part or on that of his family had not occurred to him. Though he did not expect to meet Monsieur Rosny, except possibly in the course of his business, he was conscious of a feeling of regret, and also of a half-formed resolution, the nature of which he would not admit, to put relations upon a pleasant foot ing.
 In the hotel the landlords wife was already preparing supper. They ate an omelet, washed down with strong tea and followed by raspberries and cream. Then they went out on the porch and lit their pipes.
 You are the foreman, I under stand?" asked Hilary.
 'tYes, Mir. Askew. I took the job soon after your uncle bought the tim Der rights. I'd been up here for the Shoeburyport Gazette, which was look ing for pulp supply. Mr. Morris of fered me the job, and l took it. And I've been sorry eyer since.
 "Why?"
 "It's a h- of a country" answered Lafe frankly. q never guessed such folks existed in a civilized land be- fore. Now you take a Dutchman or a Dago-their ways ain't our ways, but they're more or less human. These people ain't. They paint their houses yellow and green, when they paint lem at all. never saw a yellow house with green porch in my life till come up here."
 "Just difference of taste, Mir. Con- nell"
 Maybe" said Lafe, splitting. "May- be it's all right not to have sense to plaster their houses, so as to freeze to death in winter time. Maybe it's all right to run to Father Lucy when there's forest fire, instead of getting to work and putting it out. Maybe he can pray it out for them. got nothing against the place, except that my wife Clarice and the kids are in Shoebury- port, and I'd rather rot here alone than bring 'em up. But what's the usei I'm here and got to stay here," he ended, shrugging his shoulders.
 Lafe was bad cross-questioner and the task put upon him by Brousseau was not only uncongenial but impos- sible for man of his temperament However, he made valiant attempt to draw Hillary out. You're thinking of spending some time here, Mir. As kew?" he asked.
 five come to take charge. I'm going to stay" said Hilary.
 Lafe looked at him curiously. What sort of a man could this be who chose of his volition to reside in St. Boni- face?
 T guess you'll change your mind when you've seen it little longer" be said incredulously.
 "On the contrary, Mr. Connell mean to take hold, and mean to make it pay. It hasn't paid very we'll, un- derstandp'
 Lafe foundered. i've heard it don't pay as much as it ought.'
 'I understand that most of the tim- Der is below the size at which cutting is allowed?"
 Lafe stared at him. "Why, them rules are for government landw he answered. You can cut any size on freehold. The timber ain't so bad leastways, some of it ain't."
 Hilary began to think hard. On this point Lamartine had clearly and defi- nitely lied to him.
 ''Too much fir on the property?" he