American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1920-01-31

"hers WIN you let me have the pa
pers, Monsieur I.amartlne. including |
the last half.yenrly statement and the |
map of the llmltsg"
But IL Is entirely irregular. Mr.. As
kew. Really"
let me have the pnpers please."
said Hilary, smiling. And you need
have no fear that you will be held re-
sponsible for my anticipating my In.
hcritancc. imagine have us much
right there as Mr.. Norris"
''Of course, II that Is your decision,
there is nothing more to say" an.
swered the other brusauely. He
pulled out u drawer and removed an
envelope containing some documents.
"You will find the statement here" he
said. "Mr. Morris has the books and
the map OF st Boniface | wish YOU
a pleasant Journey, sir. You wish me
to continue to represent your"
"For the present, yes. Goodday."
When he was gone Monsieur Lamar
tine sat back in his chair and drummed
his fingers for nearly minute. Then
he called up Brousseau.
Hes just gune.' he said. "And he
starts for st. Boniface tomorrow morn
Ing. In spite of all my representa-.
| tons"
He smiled at the suffering that
came over the wire.
II was well into the afternoon when
Hilary reached ST. Bonface on the
small tri-weckly mail boat For fifty
or sixty miles below Quebec the coun.
try, sparsely inhabited though 1t Is.
and primitive, contains settlements
with shingled houses, hotels. tourists
In season; and Il was not until the st.
Lawrence widcned into the Gulf that
Hilary realized, almost with surprise
that the ship was sailing into terri.
tory as primitive as Il had been u score
of years after Jacques Cartier landed
Something of the primevul nature OF
the land entered llilary's heart ant
gripped It. He had never known what
Il was he wanted. But he knew now
II was to take hold of virgin lane
and tame II. to grapple with life. no
among the men of cities, but some
where with the smell of the pines an,
of the brown earth in his nostrlls Pac
ing the deck of the little ship, he fel
that his desires had come To light II
the moment when their fulfillment ha,
become possible.
, He looked about him with npprovu
, when he stood upon the porch of tn
ta.v At..I nj Nj
else had got of the boat. and evident
|, ly the landlord of the little hotel e,
a pected nobody. After an ineffectut
!. attempt to enter into conversation wit
him, in which hardly word was mi
4 tually ineligible, Hilary gave up III
q effort and started up the hill roa
which led. he surmised, toward III
lumber mill.
The whole settlement was gathere
about the shores of the little bay. Il
yond II were the mountains, on eith'
side the forest-clad hills, broken. {
the east. by an inlet, and on the we
by the deep cleft OF the Rocky rive
whose mouth, closed by boom, w
| Il congestcd mass Of logs.
Hilary crossed the bridge and q
preached the mill. Two or three me
lounging outside the store, looked
' him without any sign of lntere
Everything was very still and peat
full; there was hardly Il sound to
heard except the distant hum OF
} mill machinery.
Between the dam and the sto
upon terrain heaped with tin ca
and miscellaneous debris, were pi
of wood In four-foot lengths, each CO
prlslng about two hundred cor
Kneellng mt the narrow end of one
these piles was little man, VIII
clean-shayen upper lip. the whlten
Of which contrasted with sunbla
ened face, indicated that musta
IL. had grown there recently. He '
Of scaling or measuring, the pile.
muttering as he added up his flgu
Hilary surveyed the lumber. 1t =
or unrossed and most of II was bl
spruce; there was also some WI
'ir spruce and little pine. The mas
no the river. II II consisted OF wood
the same quality, hardly substantii
nd Lamartlne's statements.
nd "You seem to have some good spr
ur on the seigniory," said Hilary.
n The little man leaped to his I
nd waving his arms. "What you "
ut herer' he demanded. strangers
on not permitted on the company's p
on erty. II you want TO buy Mt the st
you go by the road"
ry Hilary looked down coolly mt
ed excited little man. I'm Mr.. Ask
and I've come to take charge OF
he property" he answered.
The little man was bereft Of W
:" powers for quite some time.
en- "But Mr.. Morris, he Amt here"
gasped ut length.
,st swell, he ought to be here. Tn
he what I'm paying him for" said Hill
is whats your nancf"
In "Jean-Marie Baptlste."
an perhaps you didn ( expect me, n
sieur Baptistef'
,rv ''IIoly Name. no! II was said
nv you had sold out to the company"
.Whaf camnuny2'' demanded Hi