The Connecticut labor press., 1920-09-18

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 significant afterward that, wild though her words were, and untrue, he did not
 then deny them.
 Madeleine looked up and, meeting
 his eyes, grew calm. Lafe stepped for ward, bent down and gently raised Hill ary's head from her knee. He placed his hands beneath the shoulders, SUD- porting them, while Father Lucien lift
 ed the lower part of the body, and thus they carried the stricken man through the shanty toward the buggy.
 The cure made a motion to Lafe to enter. You and Mademofselle Rosny will drive to my house," he said. "As there is no room for me, walk. give you the key, because my housekeeper is gone to bed and must not be fright ened."
 l No, to the Chateau" said Madeleine Rosny. Do you think he shall go any where else, monsieur, when he is like l this?"
 Her voice rang proudly, the tone ad-
 nitted of no opposition. The cure was | silent.
 Lafe drew Hilary into the bottom of the buggy and crouched there, SUD- porting the head and the upper part of his body. But Madeleine, watchful, uttered low cry. A little blood was l leaking through the bandage. She hastened to the other side of the rig and began adjusting it, while the cure | turned toward the crowd, which was looking on in panicky silence, broken only by low words and mutterings.
 'This is bad nights work that you have done!" he cried. "You shall pay for 1t, every man here, and the assas- sins too. I know them all."
 The man who stepped forward was the foreman of the mill, by name Mac Pherson, a decent workman and a de- scendant of one of Wolfe's Highland CTS who had settled along the coast and perpetuated their names and something of their stanche character, l if nothing else of their race survived. l ''We are not all guilty. Monsieur Tes l sfer." he said. "I knew nothing of this until the deed was done, or I should have used every effort to prevent 1t. These people asked me to speak fo~ them. They say that they broke down | the stable door and saved his life when he was about to be cut to pieces"
 His life!" cried Father Luciep, scornfully. His life hangs by thread; | and if he dies his murderers shall hang for it. And you are guilty equal | ly," he continued, addressing the crowd. which seemed to melt under his burning tones. "You left him lie there and bleed to death. And ;is.ep fur | fhov sVn,1 think fhot Mon ciya | brought the revenue officers to Ste Marie. Do not hate Ste. Marie more 1 than her Yet even I would not bring the officers here until had used every | means to clean up the evil there. It l was Monsieur Morris who brought | them, for he told me so.''
 There was a sensation at the priests | words. An excited babble broke out Madeleine, who had just completed | the bandaging, halted with one foot l upon the step of the buggy and turned l to the lumbermen.
 'Yes, you left him to die !" she cried in scOrn. You were afraid, and you | forgot that strangers who come upon our land, upon our seigniory, are under our protection" Her eyes blazed as she denounced them. "You have for gotten your ancient loyalty in these days, Messieurs. You have no memory | of your Seignieur and what you owe to him-still your Seigneur, although you no longer grind and hew for him You have forgotten 1"
 There was another movement among the crowd. Her words seemed to stir them even more than the priests had 1Iof E7 several voices. No! We have not forgotten!"
 MacPherson came forward again ''They thought" he said, 'Mademoi- selle, that Monsieur Brousseau's ene- mics were yours." Lafe saw the girl stagger as if she had received blow. She put her hand upon the buggy wheel and leaned thus for a moment, staring into Mac Pherson's face. Then, without a word, she stepped in, took up the reins and began to urge the horse, very slowly, along the road. The cure came to the side of the vehicle.
 'sI shall come to the Chateau, then, Mademoiselle Rosny," he said.
 Madeleine did not answer him. Pres ently Lafe, crouching in the bottom of the buggy, heard her sobbing again, 1 low, heartbrOken sobs that she could ! not check for long time. Sometimes she took her eyes from the road to look l for a moment into Hilary's face, and once she stopped for moment.
 How is her" she asked.
 "He is living, Mademoiselle," said | Lafe. And that was all he dared to | say.
 There was no lantern, and Madeleine l needed all her watchfulness to avoid | the stones and ruts in the road Luck fly the moon was bright and the horse | steady. Once, as the buggy swung | round a bend. Lafe, looking out, saw 1 the cure trudging behind shaking his heavy stick. He heard Madeleine still | sobbing. His own heart was heavy enough; he blamed himself for Hil- ary's misfortune. He should have stood by him. And he had meant to do | so. But he had not calculated that Hilary would walk so fast or go to St. Boniface so soon.
 The trees fell away, disclosing the Rosny chateau. The buggy stopped be- fore the door in front of which the