Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1920-03-05
Illustrations by Irwin Myers


II guessed so, Father Lucy" an
swered LATE. II was just on my way
there, In case there was going to be
trouble. guess there isn't likely to
be, though. Mr.. Askew knows how to
take care of himself"
"Trouble?" questioned the cure.
sharply. 'They are going to murder
him."
Il heard some yarn like that from
Tremblay," said Lafe, "but guessed
that was all talk"
ut was not talk. It is their PLAN"
said Father Lucien. "Mademoiselle
Rosny heard of 1t from Monsieur
Brousseau days ago--it was on the
day when you went to Ste. Marie. He
rode with her toward Ste. Marie and
told her so. She did not believe him.
This afternoon she learned of it again
from little Baptiste, who asked her to
warn Monsieur Askew. Everybody
knew he would go alone to st. Boni-
face to stop the sale of liquor. Made
moiselle Rosny rode up to the camp
to warn Monsieur Askew, as Baptiste
had begged her. He would not listen
to her. She came to me. It is a dew
lis plot" he said sternly, land if they
hurt one hair of his head they shall go
to prison for it."
I'VE must get there in time to save
him. You will do all you can to save
him, will you not, Mr.. Connell?" asked
the girl, looking earnestly at LATE. AS
their eyes met LATE realized suddenly
that her agitation had more than an
impersonal cause behind it. The swift
knowledge came home to him with a
shock; it cleared up many things.
among them the fogs of rancor that
had clouded his mind.
"I'll do everything that's in my pow
er, Mademoiselle," he said. "Tll stand
by him-I'll fight for him If there's any
fighting"
"There will be none," said Father
Lucien. "But Mademoiselle Rosny
understands now what Brousseau is.
She knows his character and his evil
mind. And she has learned, fortunate
ly, before it is too late"
Not another word was spoken. The
buggy descended the hill and rolled to-
ward st. Boniface. AS it crossed the
rickety bridge they heard the sound of
distant shouting in Duval's saloon.
About the front of it was gathered the
entire male population of st. Boniface,
gesticulating and chattering.
They fell back in dismay as the cure
leaped from the buggy and assisted
Madeleine Rosny down. LATE fol-
lowed. He tried to urge the girl to re-
main in the rig, but she paid no atten-
tion to him. She listened with anxious
intentness as the cure addressed the
crowd. her lips compressed, her bosom
rising and falling quickly. All eyes
were fixed on Father Lucien, but each,
as the priest turned to him, tried to
shrink back behind his neighbor.
They were pointing inside the sa-
loon. The cure hurried through the
doorway, Madeleine Rosny immediate
ly behind him, and LATE following
them. The saloon, though lit by an oil
lamp, was empty, as seemed to be the
dark stable beyond it, seen through the
open doorway.
Father Lucien snatched down the
lamp and carried it hastily toward the
stable door. He raised it and looked
in, then turned and tried to bar Made
leine from entering But she pushed
past him, saw, cried, wrung her hands,
and ran into the middle space between
the rows of stalls. Lafe, following her,
saw her seated upon the floor, and
Hilary, covered with blood, lying