The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1920-02-20

to sacrifice myself for the seigniOry
There will be no more trouble wit
your workmen, now that they know
you are our friend. But, Hilary.
can't bear to have the old, bad feelin
back again. Give me up, dear!"
He laughed and put his arm abou
her. II can't believe he will hate m
forevermore, just because l want t
take you away from him. No, dear,
shall tell him, but not today perhaps
You see, with less than three months
before us, we can't drift any longer"
She sighed. II suppose you ar
right, Hilary" she said. "But then
what will happen to us?"
rs the interest very much?'
1T is not the interest, Hilary. 1t il
the principal. Hilary, it is hundred
and fifty thousand dollars"
Hilary looked glum. There was nj
chance of raising that amount any
where. And it was his turn to de
spair. ~. "
"Are you sure" he asked, that the
sacrifice is worth your while? I fee
like a thief, to rob your father ant
you, unless you are sure"
And it was her turn to be hopeful
II am sure that love you, DEAR" she
answered. "and that the sacrifice my
father expects of me is an unjust
one"
So they resolved to speak no more
about it, to tell Rosny as soon as an
opportunity occurred, and to wait
though the waiting for something to
eventuate which would resolve the diff.
ficulty seemed useless. Only a miracle
could save the seigniory from Brous-
seau's grasping hands.
There was one thing that had puz-
zled Hilary for long time, and now
it stayed in his thoughts and would
not leave him. Why was Brousseau
willing to spend unlimited money to
GUST him from his timber rights? Why
did he not balk at murder?
He preached this subject with Ma
deleine, who looked at him in wonder.
Il never thought of it in that way"
she answered slowly. 81 thought it
was just-just because he sensed that
we were going to care for each other,
and so wanted you away"
1T may be So" unused Hilary. But
somehow 1 fancy there must be a
deeper reason"
AS he concluded Madeleine stopped
and clutched his arm in agi-
tation. They had reached the side of
the Chateau. From where they stood
the front of the building was visible.
A buggy was at the door, and Hilary
recognized the horse as Brousseau's.
He was standing in the iving-room
when they went in, facing the Seign-
eur across the table. His rage, which
ne made little effort to hide, was pat
emit 1t was pitifully clear that he was
the dominating force there, and that
Rosny had been endeavoring to pla-
cate him without avail.
Come in, Madeleine" said the seign-
1eur, turning to her. You will ex-
cuse us, 1 am sure, Monsieur Askew,"
lie added to Hilary.
mol" shouted Bfousseau. eft will
De just as well that your friend the
American shall understand the situa-
ion. am a plain man, and I speak
Without cOncealment to any one who
ares to listen. So you have been i'm
me in your troubles with
our men, eh, Monsieur Askew? Be
ause one of the workmen whom you
AVE assaulted at various times draws
| knife on you and cuts you slightly,
While half unconscious from your
'lows, you allege a plot on my part
o murder your" ...
Without answering him, Hilary
urned to the Seigneur. eff Monsieur
business is with me. no
oubt you and Mademoiselle Rosny
Till excuse u.s." he said
1T amt with you," retorted Brous-
eau, scowling. Il was just telling you
ny opinion of you, the same as I'd |
ell any man, no matter who he was. |
is with you, Rosny," he continued. |
ddressing the Seigneur again. "And |
amt private. Private? Diable, it's
20 public It's made me the laughing
took of st. Boniface, and Ste. Marie
%. Every ones seen Mademoiselle
osny riding and driving with me.
ow she says she won't have any
lore to do with me. Why? Have 1
Amt the man 1 always
as? When / make a bargain | stick
, it."
Monsieur Brousseau," protested the
eigneur, 1--WE Rosnys do Lot break our
edges. Whatever my daughter has
attracted to do will be done. But this
hardly the occasion, or the man.
En-"
81 know it amt" said Brousseau.
and Hilary felt Medicines
md. which had gripped his arm tight
to restrain him, relax its tension.
daybe I forgot myself. 1 don't want
be anything but gentleman in the
resence of ladies, but it's hard.
onsieur Rosny, when everything's as
'od as settled, to have it put back
the melting-pot. Meaning you, Mon
eur Askew!" he continued, sneering
to Hilary's face. That's where you
me into this business. When people
ST. Boniface began to talk about
ademoiselle here having thrown me
er for him"-he was addressing the
igneur again-"it's more than flesh
d blood can stand"
The Seigneur looked pitifully dis
essed. His face, flushed with resent
INT at Brousseau's insolence, was :
,lded into impotence by conflicting :
pulses. He stepped forward. .
II am sure, gentlemen, that there :
lists no cause for disagreement" he y