The Connecticut labor press., 1920-03-06

had not, he was not likely to seek one among the habitants.
 l The story burned into the captains brain. It was the solvent of his san- fty, the snapping of the only bond that had linked him to the common life. For Marie's sake he had hidden his heart this score of years, and silenced those impetuous voices calling to him to leave all and go out into the world and seek the sign which was to be found branded upon some strangers forehead. He stood at the cottage door, look ing at his daughter, who had risen and faced him. Jean Baptiste re- mained outside.
 q sail for Quebec tonight" said l Dupont. "Jean waits two days to complete his cargo"
 She nodded; her thoughts were far | away. But it came across her mind, with momentary compassion, that she would never see her father again. Perhaps shall not see thee again, '' said Dupont somberly; and the words, echoing her own thoughts, frightened her. She shrank away, and Dupont put out his hands and grasped her by the wrists. "The name!" he said.
 She shook her head; she never spoke when he made this demand.
 "The nameI have been very pa tient with thee. Now thy reason for withholding it is gone. The name!"
 "What do you mean?' she stam- mered.
 'aThe l'' he raved; and for the first time since her childhood he raised his clenched fist as if to strike her.
 Baptiste, outside, heard him and saw the gesture. He came running up to the cottage door and caught Du- .pont by the arm. The captain hesi- tated; then, collecting himself, as a new thought came to him, he allowed Baptiste to lead him back to the schooner.
 The new thought was this: If Marie would not give hin> the name, at least he would prevent repetition of her mothers history.
 It held him, as a dream holds a madman, and he grew cunning and concealed it, and joked with his hands during the voyage until they wondered what was the matter with him, and whether he was forgetting his obses- sion as he grew old.
 Baptiste, having seen Dupont aboard, went back. Marie was seated in the doorway again; the incident had ceased to trouble her. Nothing would trouble her again. Baptiste saw the fn1~- -'e.ko o,p% nH H1 preached.
 Forgive me if I annoy thee, Marie" |" he said hunbly. '"Thou knowest-'
 "Yes, Jean. I know that you have persecuted me more than all St. Boni- face" she answered.
 Marie" he cried passionately, eff could know that thou vast safe here, I should never trouble thee again."
 She turned on him angrily.' Well, can take care of myself" she an- swered. eff choose to go to Ste. Marie. what is it to you? Besides, there will be DO more dancing until next summer"
 'But he is here" persisted Baptiste stubbornly.
 ''Who?" she cried in agitation, fear ing that he had discovered her secret
 ''He-Monsieur Askew. At first I feared it was Black Pierre; but he swore to me that it was not so, on the second day after the work on the boom began" So Baptiste reckoned time. And he swore 1t was Monsieur Askew loved thee."
 Marie burst into reckless laughter.
 "I know that thou canst never care for me-" Baptiste persisted. "But if he wrongs thee kill him. Note well II kill him !"
 Marie laughed bitterly and more loudly. It was amusing to spite and deceive St. Boniface, even through Baptiste. Yet, when he was gone back to his schooner, something that she did