American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1920-04-10

s"st A" injury came forward
and tried to draw Madeleine aside.
hut she still confronted Brousseau
with blazing eyes. But II was tho
Seigneur's look of agony and shame
that was the most vivid part OF the
picture.
Rosny stood like statue beside the
door, watching Brousseau make his
way along the corridor toward the en-.
trance. Hilary put his arms about
Madeleine, supporting her. Her cour-
age was gone, and she was weeping
uncontrollably.
The front door slammed and Rosny
turned back into the room. lie burst
out in passionate words.
ut IL all gone" he cried. EVERY
thing---home, lands. Inheritance. And
It Is well gone. The Rosny seigniory
is nearly everything to me, but YOU are
more, Madeleine. Our name means
little enough now. but II shall never
become allied with that of the scouu.
drel who has robbed me of everything
else"
He raised his clenched first and
shook It In the air with passionatcly
dramatic gesture, as II to register his
vow. His face was strangely notified
with red and white. and he seemed to
have aged ten years within ten min
utes.
II offer you my humblest regrets for
what has occurred this morning, mon
sieur." he said to Hilary. There was
time when I should have exacted
personal requital. Now. alas, I can.
not I can only bear the blame. But
as for you, monsieur. you who came
here in an evil day to cut my trees.
you who are my guest, what have you
to say who have brought this ruin
upon mel"
Madeleine started forward as IL to
protest, but he silenced her with ges-
ture Of his open hand.
81 ask you what you have to say,
monsieur" he repeated. II ask you
how you justify yourself, you who are
a guest In my home and have pre-.
sumed upon that fact to turn my
daughter from meT
~ love her." answered Hilary SIM
ply.
The words seemed to sting Rosny
to the quick. "You are presupptuous,
monsleurl". he cried. perhaps you,
too. thought that the heiress went with
the treesf''
Madeleine cried out and laid her
hands appealingly upon her fathers
arm; he did not repulse her. but con,
tinued speaking as II he were not con.
scious OF her presence.
"She shall never be your wife. You
have done harm enough here. mon.
sieur. When you are well my caleche
is ut your disposition. to take you back
to your mill. And henceforward. un-
less you claim the last inch Of your
legal rights to cut about the Chateau.
which do not think you wiz he add
ed with reluctant justice-"let us sec
you no more"
"You are unJustI" cried Madeleine
1--WE love each other. There exists nc
reason why we should not love. Mon
sieur Askew is as good as any man."
IAN Americana cried Rosny hotly
'"This is not his country, and our ways
are not his. He Is not one of u.s."
"Yet you were not too proud to
pledge me TO that other man, who Il
not one Of US either. except by remote
race. Against my WILL Without my
knowledge"
Enough" cried Rosny. 1T is all
past!"
"The memory is not past. Yes, you
pledged me to him and placed the first
links Of the chain about my neck, hop
ing that the understanding. to which
was no party. would gradually en-
mesh me, capture me, that should be-
come his wife and save your land for
you"
The Seigneur turned on her u look
In which humiliation struggled with
anger. lie seemed stupefied by her
outburst. Hiiary interpOsed.
Monsieur R0sny, I love Madeleine.
ahu ih'Vhu W iuutIy uet, uc ooiu
calmly. But ! realize your feelings.
and I understand how great shock
this has been. You invited me to de-
part when ] am well. am well enough
to depart now. But ] shall return, to
see her and to plead our cause frank
ly with you. There exists now no
reason. no valid reason"
.You shall never come here!" thun.
dered the Selgneur, losing all self-con'
troll. "The day when sold your uncle
the timber rights over my land was the
most evil day Of my life. Golf you
are well, go! My caleche is ready for
you. Go, monsieur, in Gods name, and
trouble me no longerv'
He raised his voice and shouted.
"RObitaille! Robitaillev
From some place In the recesses Of
the Chatueau feeble, quavering cry
answered him. And through the door
way Hilary saw the ancient serving
man come shutting to obey his master.
And. as he looked at him, his re-
sentiment died. The two old men,
Rosny In his brown swallow-tails and
the tight trousers strapped under his
boots, Robitaille, In the faded buffers