Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1920-02-06

yep, Tremblay, I'm through now."
Lafe was saying. I'm through for
good, and I'm going to wait here till
the boat comes tomorrow and then
beat 1t 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
this fool game, and Clarice and me
will have to start buying our home
again when 1 get back to Shoebury-
port, and maybe 1 won't hear nothing
about it, neither. But when it's a case
of throwing away a few thousand dol
lars worth of lumber, just because you
look upon strike as a personal Of
fense, and me losing my home, I've
finished. I've come to the end. The
end-fnish-no more. / You under
stand me, Tremblay. I'm going to
leave him to his fate" continued Lafe,
trying to draw a few more mouthfuls
of tobacco smoke from his burned-out
plug. tits his fault"
He shook his pipe out angrily.
"Oui," said Tremblay; and the word
conveyed any significance that it's
hearer might choose to put upon it.
"Oui," he continued thoughtfully,
though what he was thinking about
was incomprehensible.
1T amt my job," Lafe pursued. I'm
a family man. / got my wife and kids
to think about, and I'm against pre-
paredness. 1t amt reasonable to hire
man for manager and then expect
him to go round saloon-busting, 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. 81 don't
know what in thunder's wrong with
this tobacco tonight" he said, and
efnptied 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 a rapid one. Al
soon as he had left the porch he al
most ran up the hill road toward the
cliff. AS he painted toward the summi
he heard the rumble of wheels in the
distance, and presently he saw the
cures rig coming toward him. HI
hailed.
"Say, Father Lucy, d'you mind Civ
/ IN mn n 1ift inf c. p
called.
The rig stopped and Lafe perceived
Madeleine Rosny seated at the cure
side. Her hands were clasped, he
face agitated and deathly pale. Lafe'
hand went up to his hat awkwardly
II beg pardon, Father lucy" he NUT
tered.
"Jump in, Mr.. Lafe," said the cure
'Fm glad that we met. We need you
We are going to st. Boniface. Juml
in and shall tell you on the way"
Lafe entered the buggy, and Fathe
Lucien urged on the horse; then b
turned and said:
''Louis Duval has opened saloo
in Baptiste's old house, and Monsieu
Askew has gone to stop him."
II guessed so. Father Lucy" al
swered Lafe. II was just on my wa
there, in case there was going to b
trouble. l guess there isn't likely
be, though. Mr.. Askew knows how t
take care of himself"
''Trouble?". questioned the cur
sharply. 'They are going to mVrde
him."
81 heard some yarn like that frol
Tremblay," said Lafe, "but 1 guesse
, that was all talk"
att was not talk. 1t is their plan
said Father Lucien. "Mademoisel
E Rosny heard of it from Monsier
, Brousseau days ago-it was on tt
! day when you went to Ste. Marie. E
: rode with her toward Ste. Marie ar
told her so. She did not believe hi1
I This afternoon she learned Of it aga
( from little Baptiste, who asked her
warn Monsieur .Askew. Everybo(
/ knew he would go alone to st. Bor
p face to stop the sale of liquor. Mad
8 moiselle Rosny rode up to the can
h to warn Monsieur Askew, as Baptis
|. had begged her. He would not listt
. to her. She came to me. 1t is de
\ lis plot" he said sternly, 'and If tn,
+ hurt one hair of his head they shall
f to prfscn Cor It,"
o I'VE must get there in time to sa
e him. You will do all you can to sa
y him, will you not, Mr.. Connell?" ask
L the girl, looking earnestly at Lafe. !
t their eyes met Lafe realized sudden
} that her agitation had more than
e impersonal cause behind it. The swi
o knowledge came home to him with
II shock; it cleared up many thing
among them the fogs Of rancor tn
l. had clouded his mind
s ''Tll do everything that's in my po
ID er, Mademoiselle," he said. "Pll sta
'e by him-Tll fight for him If there's a
y fighting"
'There will be none." said Fath
N Lucien. 'But Mademoiselle Ros
" understands now what Brousseau
I'd She knows his character and his e
E. mind. And she has learned, fortuna
ly. before it is too late"
r. Not another word was spoken. 7
le buggy descended the hill and rolled
ward st. Boniface. AS it crossed
rickety bridge they heard the sound
distant shouting in Duvars salo
About the front Of it was gathered