The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-04-22

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II wes stilI light, and he calculated
10 reach 81. BOniface soon after Duyal
opened. But he had not gone dozen
PAGES when he heard the sound Of
trOtting horse. and presently. from
among the trees. he perceived Made
leine Rosny upon the chestnut which
had bolied with her on the day Of the
dynamite blast.
She put her horse 10 the gallOp as
she neared him. and refined up sO sud
denly that she almost threw the beast
hack upon his launches. Hilary saw
that she had new and powerful bit.
which gave her perfect control. Her
pluck was splendid In this riding Of
the same animal along the same road.
He raised his hat and waited. She
leaned over the horses shoulder. and
he saw that her face was expressive Of
great concern.
you are not to go to st. Bonlface
tonight" she said.
MAY ask whyT'
1T is my wish, mOnsieur-and my
warning Also
The memory of their past meetings
rushed through Hllary's mind. already
unbalanced by the events Of the after.
noon. and he became conscious Of a
great rush OF anger that seemed to
sweep through him like some imper-
sonal force and hold him against his
Will.
do you think. Mademoiselle Rosny.
that you are entitled TO express your
wishes and your warnings to me. In
the light Of our acquaintance he de-
manded.
You are pleased TO be lnsolent TO
me again." she answered in a low
voice. 1T does not matter. II you go
to st. Boniface you go at your peril"
'Madcmoiselle-"
II ask you not to go. / lmplore you.
then"
by what right;" cried Hilary angri-
~. Have you worked for me "
against me. MademOIselle Rosny, since
| came here. expecting to find only
welcome among my neighbors? Have
you shown any reason why / should
heed your advice, or put faith in your
dislnterestedness?"
She was not looking Mt him. "No."
she answered, very quietly. "But you
must not go. Monsieur Askeyg, have
come here to beg 1t Of you. /"
'Xou have come here 10 get me not
TO attend TO my interests" cried Hill
mrs. losing all his seif-control. "Are
yOs not actively allie5 with my worst
cnenJy. who seeks TO ruin me and drive
lie out OF st Boniface lost nearly
winters cut OF lumber when my
boom wes treacherously destroyed.
You knew. xhdemolseiie Rosny, and.
yet g3y ask me to heed advice from
cae who is not my friend"
She started as If he had lashed her
across the face. She tried to answer
HIN. but could only stammer inco-
hrren'ly; and her eyes. which had
blazed with wrath as he spoke OF the
boom, were filled with tears which she
checked valiantly.
"Yor think came here tonight"
she began. and paused, her voice chok-
ing. You think came hereto you
TO elgage in some plot OF Monsieur
Brousseau's? II Is insufferablel You
are not so important an enemy as
that" She put out her hands swiftly.
"Ah, 90 not 90 TO ST. Boniface." she
pleaded.
HIlsry looked at her stubbornly. He
would not let himself be moved.
Il Fave come to you. and you have
humirnted me" she whispered. eco,
thenr she cried suddenly jerking the
re'ns. Go, Monsieur Askew Go to
st. Bonifacei"
She spurred her horse and galloped
wildly away. while Hilary watched. He
saw ler pass out of sight; he waited
til the last reverberations OF the fly
ing no IFS had ceased. He was ashamed ;
and yet he was sustained by a grim
mer determination than any that he
had ever known. He would not let
himself believe in her. His wrath,
which made him doubt every one,
which had suffered him TO let Lafe de-
part. hndled him to fightins heat.
He meant to fight. and he grew hot
ter as he tramped steadily along the
river road, reellng of the miles be-
hind him, lonely figure. his heart
rancorous against the injustice meted
out 90 him; bitter against Lafe. bitter
against Madeleine. but furious In his
resolution to show ST. Bonlface what
manner of man he was.
At last the lights of the settlement
began to twinkle through the trees,
He walked little faster, lingering the
revolver in his coat pocket But when
he reached the gate above the dam he
stopped for while and considered.
His instinct was for physical assault
such violence as alone could appease
his rage. He listened TO the distant
hubbub about Duvai's shanty; and
then he did the wlsest, or else the
most foolish thing that he could have
done. He broke his revolver. took out
| the cartridges and threw them away