Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-03-09

crooked work that Morris and Mon
sieur Brousseau was doing with the
seigniory lumber. Then when I got
to know Hillary Askew 1 saw that he
was clean straight through"
He let his hand fall lightly on the
girls shoulder. The gesture, which
might have been an offense in some,
was instructive, and, like most in
stinctiye actions, fitting. Lafe, I'M
eouth, unlettered, standing before
Madeleine Rosny seemed like q be-
nevolent guardian
when he came to like you I was
glad" continued LATE. "But when you
came to like him was just about as
happy as when was leading Clariee-
my wife. I mean-out of the First
Methodist church at Shoeburyport,
Mass, on August II, 1902. with her
white veil hiding her, and them orange
flowers she was carrying seeming up
the place not quite so glad, may
be, but not far shy of it. And you
think he wasn't true to you? What
man in his senses wouldn't be?
Il won't hear you'll" cried the girl,
summoning her defiance to her aid.
He should have spoken for himself.
What right have you to speak for him,
sent or unsent?"
"Why, l thought I'd explain that,
mamzelle. Just because I'm his
friend" said Lafe. at amt true. Not
a word of that story's true. Pm going
to tell you the truth. But first I'm go
ing to say what got to say, because
it's true. You haven't acted rightly
toward him-no, you haven't, mann
zelle !"
The passionate gesture, the sincerity
of his tone dominated her. She tried
to find her voice add could not; she
tried to find Indignation and could not
"We went to Ste. Marie, together to
see conditions there, TO see what
sort of place Simeon Duval was rum
ming. The girl was there. 1t was the
night of the raid, and we helped her
away. She got home, and her father
never knew. Little Baptiste knew. and
others who'd seen her with us. They
told BrOusseau, and he started those
lies about Mr.. Askew, who never knew
about it-never knew anything.
"That fellow Pierre, Brousseau's
man, had his eye on the girl. You know
the sort of work he's done along this
coast. Maybe you don't, but it's devils
work. mamzelle, and he and Leblanc
lured Marie into q boat by means of
their decoy. Nanette Bonnat, and took
her to the island. We found them
there, and saved her, and brought the
know Now you understand how
you've done Hilary wrong. If you
don't believe me-" LATE continued dog
gedly, "just tell me how much you
don't believe, and I'll prove it. I'll
prove every word; you don't have to
take me on trust"
''Do you think am capable of seek
ing evidence that man is true to
me?" cried Madeleine. do you think
| am going into st. Boniface to pry
/ into your friends actions?"
You love him, mamzelle," said LATE,
with patience that would not be
thwarted. 81 can read that in your
face. You love him, and you've done
him a wrong. Well, mamzelle you
can't lie down under that. You can't
bear it, You've got to right it."
She burst into helpless tears. 81
hoped that he would come to me-" she
whispered.
Hilary Askew amt that kind of a
man." said LATE.
"He refused to defend himself"
He'd promised Marie to say moth
ing"
LET me pass. l have heard you"
But LATE stood in the way. You're
going to tell him it's all right" he said.
! ''I'll arrange it so it won't hurt your
pride, if that's worth keeping"
How dare you insult me? Let him
come to me! Let him come and
plead %
"Mamzelle!"
Il shall never go to him.
And LATE had reached the end. His
outraged justice had led him TO the
goal; but it was the wrong goal. He
was shelpless, he was beaten. He
stepped aside, and she ran past him.
hurrying up the stairs, whose faded
carpet was held by furnished rods
that cleaned between her moving feet.
LATE looked along the gloomy hall
at the portraits in their gilt frames,
and he felt the unreasoning, stubborn
Rosny spirit that looked out Of the
eyes of each, as it had looked out of
Medicines and spoken by her. And
it had met such another spirit in Hill
airy.
81 guess you're wrong. all OF you"
Lafe muttered. Il guess you manf
featured your code and thought it was
breeding and pride, and you can't help
it. You got your foundations crooked.
You can't help it; that's ALL"
And with the same logged patience,
but with IN added air OF hopelessness
he put on his snowshoes and pIodded
from the Chateau:
(TO BE CONTINUED)
LURE TO THE ADVENTUROUS