The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-05-01

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sand dollars, and he's cheated you. Mr.
Rosny, out of about as much, and prob
ably more, and you can put it in any
words you like. And I've got the pa
| pers to prove it-all Of EN-
| Brousseau WINGED and staggered
PACK dumfounded; there was no mis-
taxing now that the man was afraid
| Enough Madeleine would not deign to
| acknowledge that she had listened to
Lafe's words, LATE caught the flicker
of her eyelids as she glanced quickly
toward Brousseau, and he knew that
at the same instant she had seen the
LOOK on Brousseau's face. The Seig-
neur, mouthing impotently, had kept
trying to rise; but now he sat open-
mouthed in his chaiE anG thereafter
they listened
III tell you why he wants The
selgniory," continued 1Afa, T guess
It's part plain greed. bat there's an
other reason. and that explains why
he wants to get Mr. Asassw off. There's
an asbestos mine on the iSland-Look
at him +! Look at him"
Brousseau was glaring at him, the
picture of impotent rage Lafe, hav-
Ing indicated him with his hand re-
sumed:
He kept it off the map in our office,
pretending the island isn't on our linn
its, and he spread that story, but you
know better, Mr.. Rosny. The island
mas the best asbestos mine this side of
Thetford. and I've seen the mines at
Thetford. And it's worth good quar-
ter million dollars, I reckon Maybe
more. Maybe a million-I amt no
judge. And he's kept it secret from
you"
Hes drunk or dreaming" NUT
tered Brousseau, trembling "A few
strands Of rock fax, commercially
worthless"
But that amt roguery. That's just
business trick" said Connell. "How
did he get you into his power, Mr.. Ros-
ny, asking your pardon? I'll tell you.
He's cheated you as he's cheated us,
except that it was worse, because you
trusted him, which we never did.
That's what I come to tell you, Mr..
Rosny. He's swindled you out OF
nearly forty thousand dollars on one
deal, in North Empire Development
company stock, and maybe in other"
Brousseau feaped at LATE like a
tiger. LATE. who had anticipated the
move, stepped dexterously aside, at
the same time twirling the chair on
which his hand was resting. Brous-
seau, in his plunge forward, tripped
over it, stumbled and fell prone to the
floor.
"And got the papers to prove that
-here!" said LATE tTiumphantly.
Brousseau rose. rubbing his shins
and muttering curses, and glared saw
agely about him. Madeleine was
breathing quickly, her eyes fixed in
tently on Lafe's face.
IT'S id lie!" cried Brousseau.
They've forged those papers. Where
are they? Eth? Show me!'
HE said he was speaking for you,
Mr. Rosny," said LATE, $50 here they
are. I guess you know your sigma
ture?'
He drew the envelope from his pock- |
ct and placed the three documents on |
the Seigneur's knee, standing between |
him and Brousseau, who looked ready |
to leap again. But he did not leap; |
he muttered to Madeleine, who still |
LATE breathlessly.
81 guess these letters don't tell you
much, Mr.. Rosny," continued LATE. IF |
you'll put them together you'll see that
hose fifty thousand-dollar shares were
sold for you in Quebec at hundred
dollars apiece"
Eyes. Monsieur Brousseau had ill /
fortune with that company. He ex-
riained it to me-" said the >Seigneur,
"What of it?'
"Why, here's the market price of it's
shares five days before at ss75, that's
ILL.," said LATE. SIT didn't tumble that
asst. All the country would have been
'inging with it If it had done that. !
,uess Brousseau has that money of
7ours tucked away safely somewhere"
'You gave me your power Of attor-
ley" Brousseau began.
But his guilt was written on his
ace. The swiftness of the blow had
Utterly disconnected him and made him
of defense LATE saw the
'eigneur's expression change as if a
mask has been torn from his fea-
ures. He staggered to his feet, his
Eft side helpless. and, grasping the
hair with his right hand. confronted
'rousseau.
'sWhat have you to say? Is it true
r false, monsieurv he cried. Where
re my other stocks? You had a hun
red thousand Of my money. Where
it,"
"Find it !" yelled Brousseau. go to
lie devil with your money! I tried to I
clip you out Of friendship. 1 haven't
me to work out your stock exchange
counts for you. If anybody's cheat
] you it's the stockbroker. Go to him
n itl" He started toward Madeleine. I
You don't believe these lies against 1
e" he cried. /.
you have insulted my father, but I