The Pulaskian., 1920-04-01

by Ire whipping wind, but not Aafo-. DupoDt's words had been heard
 From the group upon Baptiste,s eb,r figure disengaged herself oag stepped forward It was Marie h., poRf She poised herself upon tba deck, and her voice rang out abovs the gale and the sea.
 T give you the name." she eried ''It is Edouard Brousseau. II is bo and give you my secret which l have. borne alF my life. Take it"
 She fefr back into Baptiste's arms And it seemed as if. with the breakng Of the inhibition, her past life. with it's fears and terrors. was melted into the life of happiness that was to he.
 Dupont had heard her. For q mn. ment they could see the tall figure of the old man. with his wind-tossed hair and beard. standing as if petrifed upon his blazing deck. Then he cried out like screaming sea-bird. and hls arms closed about the man at his side
 As Baptiste turned and tackled if could be seen that the old man was holding Brousseau with one arm as easily as if he held child. while his free band controlled the wheel again What reservoir of strength he drew upon. what miracle of SeamanSbjn could never be known. But, as If m. ture were aiding him. veering gust caught the sails. and with a backward movement the schooner began to glide through the entrance of the ice field into open water.
 Tie fire was all about them Screams came from the doomed ship. hut tbeY 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 tile 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 along 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 overmueh 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.
 But the St Bonlface mill now huns from dawn till dark, and the asbestos mine has brought in It's workers and made St. Boniface quite fourishns village in the north country.
 Twice a month. when he pays his pastoral visit, you may see Father Lucien, still hale and strong patroliins 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 Duyal, nodding his head approvinely as, polnE by point. the cure takes up his ae- nuneiation of liquor selling. For fa- ther Lucien really reached Simeohs soul with his hazel stick.
 Marie has the best house in the VI. lage, for Baptistc does thriving ffade carrying the St. Bonifaee lumber
 Here is Ciarice who looks. soT1leiit'#' iust as one might have expected rom Eafe's descriptions.
 "FFe wouldn't come home" she sa's to Hilary, 'Aso I had to come after nm. But he's coming home next October 'o see his children and the new house.
 Bought and paid for said La'e' .Yes, I guess that's correct, MT a'. kew. Though Flf be back some day " see you all. It ain't so bad. thEs e"u', try-exeept for that pink ana olaeN porch Baptiste's put on his house. Darn him. what did he want to uo '''a' for? tell you how 1t is: These pev ple can't help breaking out someWf'e,o and somehow; it's in their bl0od' taa's what it is n
 But in his heart he KDows that lie winter will see him back in St. pon'' face.
 Madeleine smiles. and put7 hey a~ through Hilary's.
 THE END.