The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-04-30

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 fear Of death by IRE.
The flames spread The cabin was
now involved. and a great column Of
smoke was shooting skyward, carrying
with a fery spark cloud.
Dupon came out Of the smoke. his
| face alight with fanatic madness. He
caught him by the arms
~See the fine IRE r. he shouted HE
| won't get out OF that in a hurry.
told her that would give her his life
for the name. but 1 have not got the
| name. The namel What Is itf The
name!"
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.
1t 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
figure dieengaged herself and
stepped forward. 1t was Marie Du-
pont. She poised herself upon the
deck. and her voice rang out above
the gale and the sea.
81 give you the name" she cried.
1T Is Edouard Brousseau. 1t Is he,
and give you my secret which / have
borne all my life. Take 1t I"
She fell back into Baptiste's arms.
And 1t seemed as II. 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 Il petrifed
upon his blazing deck. Then he cried
out like a screaming sea-bird. and his
arms closed about the man at his side.
As Baptiste turned and tackled 1t
could be seen that the old man was
holding Brousseau with one arm, as
easily as IL he held a 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 IL ma
ture were aiding him, veering gust
caught the sails, and with q backward
movement the schooner began to glide
through the entrance Of the ice field
into open water.
The fire was all about them. Screams
came from the doomed ship, but they
came from Brousseau, struggling in
DNpont'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 its 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, 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 alcng
both shores: OF Baptiste's seamanship,
and of Hilary. who, single-handed,
saved the heiress of the seignory 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 a local
legend, such as mothers tell to their
babies.
But the ST. Boniface mill now huns
from dawn till dark, and the asbestos
mine has brought in its workers and
made st. Boniface quite a fiourishins
village in the north country.
Twice month. when he pays his
pastoral visit, you may see Father
Lucien still hale and strong, patroiling
Ste. Marie with curious 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
nodding his head approvingly as, point
by point, the cure takes up his de
nunciation of liquor selling. For Fa.
Their Lucien really reached Simeon's
soul with his hazel stick.
Marie has the best house in the VII.
lage. for Baptiste does thriving trade
carrying the st. Boniface 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, $50 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
Eyes, I guess that's correct, Mr.. As
kew. Though I'll be back some day to
see you all. 1t amt 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? / tell you how 1t is: These PEG
pie can't help breaking out somewhere
and somehow; It's In their blood, that's
what ii Isl
But in his heart he knows that the
winter will see him back IN st. Boni
face.
Madeleine smiles, and puts her arm
through Hilary's.
THE END.
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