Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1920-01-30

ary, losing all his Selt-contrOl. Are
you not actively allied with my worst
enemy, who seeks to ruin me and drive
me out of st. Boniface. / lost nearly
winters cut of lumber when my
boom was treacherously destroyed.
You knew, Mademoiselle Rosny, and
yet you ask. me to heed advice from
one who is not my friend"
She started as if he had lashed her
across the face. She tried to answer
him, but could only stammer inco-
herently; and her eyes, which had
blazed with wrath as he spoke of the
boom, were filed with tears which she
checked valiantly.
you think 1 came here tonight, -
she began, and paused, her voice chok.
ing. "You think came hereto you
to engage in some plot of Monsieur
Brousseau's? 1t is insufferablel You
are not so important an enemy as
that" She put out her hands swiftly.
"Ah, do not go to st. Boniface," she
pleaded.
Hilary looked at her stubbornly. He
would not let himself be moved.
81 have come to you, and you have
humiliated me-" she whispered. go
then!" she cried suddenly jerking the
reins. "Go, Monsieur Askewl Go to
st. Bonifacer
She spurred her horse and galloped
wildly away, while Hilary watched. He
saw her pass out of sight; he waited
till the last reverberations of the fly
ing hoofs had ceased. He was ashamed
and yet he was sustained by a grim
mer determination than any that he
had ever known. He would not lei
himself believe in her. His wrath
which made him doubt every one
which had suffered him to let Lafe de
part, kindled him to fighting heat
He meant to fight, and he grew hot
ter as he tramped steadily along the
river road, reeling off the miles be
hind him, lonely figure, bis hear
rancorous against the injustice metet
out to him; bitter against Lafe, bittel
against Madeleine, but furious in hi:
resolution to show st. Boniface wha
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At last the lights of the settlement
Fbegan to twinkle through the trees
He walked little faster, lingering the
revolver in his coat pocket. But wher
he reached the gate above the dam b,
stopped for while and considered.
His instinct was for physical assault
such violence as alone could appeast
his rage. He listened to the distan
hubbub about Duval's shapty; anC
then he did the wisest, or else thu
most foolish thing that he could hav'
done. He broke his revolver, took GU
the cartridges. and threw them away
He put the weapon back in his pocket
opened the gate, and went on.
And this was wise, because Canadian
law does not readily exonerate the maj
who kills; yet foolish, had he known
that three men at least in ST. Bonifac,
expected him and were prepared fo
his coming.
He strobe past the dam and ap
| preached the outlying houses of tn,
settlement, feeling an implacable re
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shouts and the tumult that came from
| Baptiste's old house. He turned int,
the little street on which it stood an,
saw it in front Of him, with the highe
bulk of the mill beyond.
The shades of Baptiste's cabin wer
drawn, and the lamplight from withil
threw the shadows of the lumbermel
upon them in grotesque attitudes. Hill
cry could see through the open doc
that the place was packed to suffoca
ton. There was no room to dance
but there was to be no dance tina
night.
group of men, chattering upon tn
porch, ceased their conversation as Hi
ary ascended the three steps, an
nudged one another. One of then
broke into loud. drunken laughter Hi
airy hardly heard them. He strode int
the saloon and stood within the door
| way.