The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1920-06-24

Madeleine Rosny. seemed like a be-
nevolent guardian.
when he came to like you I was
glad" continued LATE. But when Won
came TO like him | wgs just about ss
happy as when | was leading Clarice-
my wife, / mean-out of the First
Methodist church at Shoeburyport.
Mass, on August II, 1902, with her
white veil hiding her, and them orange
flowers she was carrying seeming up
the place not quite so glad. may.
be, but not far shy of it. And you
think he wasn't true to you? What
man in his senses wouldn't be?"
Il won't hear you |" cried the girl,
summoning her defiance to her aid.
"He should have spoken for himself.
What right have you to speak for him,
sent or ~unsent?"
"Why, / thought I'd explain that.
mamzelle. Just because I'm his
friend" said LATE. "It amt true. Not
a word Of that story's true. I'm going
to tell you the truth. But first I'm GO
ing to say what | got to say, because
it's true. You haven't acted rightly
toward him-no, you haven't, NAM
zelle!"
The passionate gesture, the sincerity
Of his tone dominated her. She tried
to find her voice and could not; she
tried to find indignation and could not
"We went to Ste. Marie together to
see conditions there, to see what
sort Of place Simeon Duval was run.
ming. The girl was there. It was the
night of the raid. and we helped her
away. She got home, and her father
aever knew. Little Baptiste knew, and
told Brousseau, and he started those
lies about MI. Askew, who never knew
about it-never knew anything.
THAT fellow Pierre, Brousseau's
man, had his eye on the girl. You know
the sort Of work he's done along this
coast. Maybe you don't, but it's devils
work, mamzelle, and he and Leblanc
lured Marie into a boat by means Of
their decoy, Nanette Bonnat, and took
her to the island. We found them
there, and saved her, and brought the
girls back. That's all. Now you
know. Now you understand how
you've done Hilary a wrong. If you
don't believe me-" LATE continued dog.
gedly, 'jnst tell me how much you
don't believe, and I'll prove 1t. I'll
prove every word: you don't have to
a me on trust"
DO you think am capable Of seek.
ing evidence hat a man is true ia
me?" cried Madeleine. do you thinh
l am going into st. Boniface to pry
into your friends %actions7"
"You love him, mamzelle," said LATE.
with patience that would not be
thwarted. II can read that in your
face. You love him, and you've done
aim a wrong. Well, mamzelle, you
can't lie down under that. You can't
bear 1t. You've got to right it."
She burst into helpless tears. .
hoped that he would come to me-" she
whispered.
Hilary Askew amt that kind Of Q
man," said LATE.
HE refused to defend himself"
hS PiohAScu nidTle 10 say nOtAr
ing"
Let me pass. / have heard you"
But LATE stood in the way. "You'rs
going to tell him it's all right" he said.
I'll arrange II so 1t won't hurt your
pride, IL that's worth keeping"
How dare you insult me? Let him
come to me! Let him come and
pleadw
"Mamzelle!"
81 shall never go to him 7"
And LATE had reached the end. His
outraged justice had led him to the
goal but 1t was the wrong goal. He
was helpless, he was beaten. He
stepped aside. and she ran past him,
hurrying up the stairs, whose faded
carpet was held by furnished rods
that cleaned between her moving feet
Lafe looked along the gloomy hall
at the portraits in their gilt frames,
n he felt the unreasoning. stubborn
Rosny spirit that looked out Of the
eyes of each, as 1t had looked out OF
Madeleine's and spoken by her. And
1t had met such another spirit In Hill
airy.
II guess you're wrong. all Of YOU"
LATE muttered. II guess you manu-
featured your code and thought it was
breeding and pride, and you can't help
1t. You got your foundations crooked.
You can't help 1t; that's ALL"
And with the same logged patience.
but with an added air of hopelessness.
he put on his snowshoes and ploddsd
from the Chateau.