The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1920-05-20

| true rs mine, and as answering as
mine, you can remain happy In the
knowledge that we love each other.
And as long as your love Is unswerv,
ing you can know that I love you.
Nothing can alter my love except the
knowledge that yours is not true. And
although the waiting may be long /
shall never become his wife TO save
my fathers lands-never. Hilary"
She was crying softly, her cheek
against his shoulder. Hilary took her
in his arms. Dear, / am going to tell
your father" he said
She started out of his arms. "Hll-
nry You must not. 1t would kill him
to know"
"But he must know, Madeleine.
Don't you see, nothing Is to be gained
by delay. 1t is right that he should
know"
"He will be your enemy, Hilary. He
will fight you to the bitter end"
"But | shall not be his. What harm
can he do me?"
Listen, first" she said, as they be-
gan walking slowly back toward the
Chateau. "The other day, as soon as
your recovery was assured, father
went down to the mill and talked with
your hands. He gave them terrible
scoldlng. He told them that they owed
as much duty toward their employer
as toward him. II was not because he
loved you, Hilary, but because of his
nf Inf II tpIy 10, I,,tx
to sacrifice myself for the seigniory.
There will be no more trouble with
your worltmen, now that they know
you are orr friend. But, Hilary, j
can't bear TO have the old, bad feeling
back again. Give me up, dearw
He laughed and put his arm about
her. 81 can't believe he will hate me
forevermore, Just because l want to
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. ~ suppose you are
right, Hilary" she said. "But then
what will happen to us?"
''Is the interest very much"
at is not the interest, Hilary. II is
the principal. Hilary, It is hundred
and ffty thousand dollars"
Hilary looked glum. There was no
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 while2 feel
like thief, to rob your father and
you, unless you are sure"
And 1t 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 II, 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 Cor long time, and now
1t stayed In his thoughts and would
not leave him. Why was Brousseau
willing to spend unlimited money to
oust him from his timber rights? Why
did he not balk at murder?
He broached this subject with Ma
delelne, who looked at him In wonder.
II never thought of It in that way"
she answered slowly. II thought 1t
was just-just because he sensed that
we were going to care for each other,
and so wanted you away"
at may be So" mused Hilary. "But
somehow fancy there must be a
deeper reason"
AS he concluded Madeleine stopped
suddenly 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 llvlng-room
when they went in, facing the Selgn-
eur across the table. Ills rage, which
he made little effort to hide, was pat
ent. II was pitlfully clear that he was
the dominating force there, and that
Rosny had been endeavoring to pla-
cate him without avail.
"Come In, Madele,se,- said the seign-
neur, turning to her. "You will ex-
cuse us, l am sure, Monsieur Askew,"
he added TO Hilary.
mol" shouted Brous@au. ut will
be just as well that your friend the
American shall understand the sltua-
tion. am n plain man, and | speak
without concealment to any one who
cares to listen. So you have been i'm.
pllcatlng me In your troubles with
your men, eh. Monsieur Askew? Be
cause one of the workmen whom you
have assaulted at various times draws
knife on you and cuts you slightly,
while half unconscious from your
blows, you allege a plot on my part
10 murder your"