Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1920-03-19

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stepped forward. 1t was Marie Du-
pont. She poised herself upon the
deck, and her voice rang out above
the gale and the sea.
Il give you the name" she cried.
ut is Edouard Brousseau. 1t is he,
and 1 give you my secret which have
borne all my life Take itr
She fell back into Baptiste's arms.
And it seemed as if. with the breaking
of the inhibition, her past life, with
its fears and terrors, was melted into
the life OF happiness that was to be.
Dupont had heard her. For a mo-
ment they could see the tall figure of
the old man, with his wind-tossed hair
and beard, standing as if petrifed
upon his blazing deck. Then he cried
out like screaming sea-bird, and his
arms closed about the man at his side.
AS Baptiste turned and tackled it
could be seen that the old man was
holding Brousseau with one arm, as
easily as if he held a child, while his
free hand controlled the wheel again.
What reservoir of strength he drew
upon, what miracle Of seamanship,
could never be known. But, as If ma
ture were aiding him, a veering gust
caught the sails, and with a backward
movement the schooner began to glide
through the entrance of the ice field
into open water.N
The fire was all about them. Screams
came from the doomed ship, but they
came from Brousseau, struggling in
Dupont's arms. Not a sound came
from the captains lips.
The vessel gained her freedom. she
turned and began to drive eastward,
toward the Gulf and its open water.
Faster and faster she went as the wind
compelled her. The Mortified watchers
upon the deck of Baptiste's schooner
saw the blazing vessel glide into the
distance, blazing comet, and Dupont,
black against the heart of the fire, and
Brousseau in his arms.
Little was afterward remembered
concerning the rescue. But from that
night legends began to spread along
both shores: Of Baptiste's seamanship,
and of Hilary, who, single-handed,
saved the heiress of the seignory from
Brousseau and the two outlaws.
But none of the principals in these
events care overmuch to dwell upon
them, even in memory. And, though
memories live long in silence, gossip
soon dies. All this is becoming local
legend, such as mothers tell to their
babies
But the st. Boniface mill now huns
from dawn till dark, and the asbestos
mine has brought in it's workers and
made st. Boniface quite a flourishine
village in the north country.
Twice month, when he pays his
pastoral visit, you may see Father
Lucien, still hale and strong patrolling
Ste. Marie with a curious hazel stick
fashioned with a knob at each end
| and it is said that Ste. Marie is one Of
the best parishes ON the north shore.
On Sundays, seated in the parish
church, may be seen Simeon Duval
nodding his head approvingly as. poin
:, by point, the cure takes up his de
nunciation of liquor selling For Fa
n tner Luclen really TedCHeu OiHueOu
soul with his'hazel stick.
Marie has the best house in the vii
: lage, for Baptiste does a thriving trad
:. carrying the st. Boniface lumber.
Here is Clarice, who looks, somehow
Just as one might have expected from
Lafe's descriptions.
"He wouldn't come home" she say
I to Hilary, $50 had to come after him
tTBut he's coming home next October, t
, see his children and the new house.
Bought and paid for" said Late
= "Yes, 1 guess that's correct. Mr.. As
;, , kew. Though I'll be back some day t
:. see you ALL 1t amt so bad, this cour
:, try-except for that pink and blac
porch Baptiste's put on his house
Darn him, what did he want to do tha
, for? tell you how it is: These pee
:. pie can't help breaking out somewher
- and somehow; it's in their blood, that
what it is"
But in his heart he knows that tn
winter will see him back in st. Bon
face.
=. Madeleine smiles, and puts her arr
T. through Hilary's.
+ THE END.