The Connecticut labor press., 1920-04-03
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tle udFKueSS, ana dppfOacnln2 raplQly, was the second schooner. At the same time voices hailed them. They had been seen.
 Brousseau, upon the poop, yelled in answer. And he began to run to and fro in his excitement, possessed only by the lear of death by fire.
 The flames spread. The cabin was smoke was shooting skyward, carrying with fiery spark cloud.
 Dupon came out of the smoke, his face aHght with fanatic madness. He caught him by the arm.
 S'See the fine fire !'' he shouted. "He won't get out of that in hurry. told her that would give her his life for the name, but I have not got the name. The name! What is it? The namey'
 His voice rang out across the heav- ing water, and, as he called, Baptiste swung down the wheel, and the second ship glided alongside and passed.
 It drove off into the distance, driven by the whipping wind, but not before Dupont's words had been heard.
 From the group upon Baptiste's ship a figure disengaged herself and stepped forward. It was Marie Du- pont. She poised herself upon the deck, and her voice rang out above the gale and the sea.
 "I give you the name" she cried. 'fIt is Edouard Brousseau. It is he. and give you my secret which have zhorua all nov Iifo Take if '''
 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 petrified upon his blazing deck. Then he cried out like a screaming sea-bird, and his arms closed about the man at his side.
 As Baptisre turned and tackled it could be seen that the old man was holding Brousseau with one arm. as easily as if he held 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 na- ture were aiding him, veering gust caught the sails, and with backward movement the schooner began to glide through the entrance of the ice field into open water. v
 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 it's 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, q 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 sefgnory 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. 5
 But the St. Boniface mill now huns from dawn till dark, and the asbestos made St. Boniface quite fourishing village in the north country.
 Twice a month. when he pays his pastoral visit. you may see Father Lucien. still hale T strong. patroling Ste. Marie with q "urious 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. holding his head approvingiy as, point by point the cure takes up his de- nunciation of liquor selling. For Fa- ther Lucien really reached Simeon's soul with his hazel stick.
 Marie mas me pest house m llie VII lage, for Baptiste does :. thriving trade carrying the St. Bon1face lumber.
 Here is Clarice. who looks, somehow, just as one might have expected from Lafe's descriptions.
 "He wouldn't come home," she says to Hilary, ESQ had to come after him. But he's coming home next October, to see his children and the new house. !"
 Bought and paid for" said Lafe. "Yes, I guess that's correct, MT. As kew. Though I'll be back some day to see you all. It ain't so bad, this coun- try-except for that pink and black porch Baptiste's put on his house. Darn him, what did he want to do that for? I tell you how it is: These peo- ple can't help breaking out somewhere and somehow it's in their blood, that's what it is."
 But in his heart he knows that the winter will see him back in St. Boni- face.
 Madeleine smiles. and puts her arm through HiIary's.
 THE END.