The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1920-03-19


him, will you not Mr.. Connell?" asked
the girl, looking earnestly at Lafe- As
their eyes met Lafe realized suddenly
that her agitation had more than an
impersonal cause behind it. The swift
knowledge came home TO him with a
shock; it cleared up many things.
among them the fogs of rancor that
had clouded his mind.
It'll do everything that's in my pow
er. Mademoiselle.' he said. I'll stand
by him-Tll fight for him if there's any
fighting"
There will be none" said Father
Lucien. But Mademoiselle Rosny
understands now what Brousseau is.
She knows his character and his evil
mind. And she has learned, fortunate
ly. before il is too late"
Not another word was spoken. The
buggy descended the hill and rolled to-
ward ST Boniface As 1t crossed the
rickety bridge they heard the sound of
distant shouting in Duval's saloon.
About the front of it was gathered the
entire male population of st. Boniface,
gesticulating and chattering.
They fell back in dismay as the cure
leaped from the buggy and assisted
Madeleine Rosny down. Lafe fol-
lowed. He tried to urge the girl to re-
main in the rig. but she paid no atten-
ton to him. She listened with anxious
intentness as the cure addressed the
crowd, her lips compressed. her bosom
rising and falling quickly. All eyes
were fixed on Father Lucien. but each,
as the priest turned to him. tried to
shrink back behind his neighbor.
They were pointing inside the sa-
loon. The cure hurried through the
doorway, Madeleine Rosny immediate
ly behind him. and LATE following
them. The saloon, though lit by an oil
lamp, was empty. as seemed 70 be the
dark stable beyond it. seen through the
open doorway.
Father Lucien Snatched down the
lamp and carried ii hastily toward the
stable door. He raised it and looked
in. then turned and tried to bar Made
lelne from entering. But she pushed
past him, saw, cried, wrung her hands.
and ran into the middle space between
the rows of stalls. Lafe. following her,
saw her seated upon the floor, and
Hilary, covered with blood. lying
stretched out and motionless, his head
in her lap. She bent over him and
Lafe never forgot the look of anguish
in her eyes, or the tension of the white
face.
Still supporting Hilary's head. she
began tearing long strips off her petit
coat, frantically, as if she hardly knew
hot oh or.ysc lott inc
was so drenched with blood that il
was difficult to determine where the
wound lay. There were livid bruises
about his mouth and cheeks. and on
his forehead. as if his assailants. after
stabbing him, had kicked him.
Father Lucien half turned him over
and. uttering an exclamation. pointed
to the shoulder, from which fresh blood
was slowly yelling. LATE saw that
Hilary was alive; he breathed very
faintly. but his face was the color of
death, more bloodless than that of
Madeleine. The cure began cutting
away the coat, then the lining. which
would not come with it; then the shirt.
He looked up.
Bring some water" he said
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lumbermen scattering in panic and
scurrying before him. AS he stood
among them. shouting. window in a
nearby house went up. and woman
handed out pail. three parts full.
Late took ii. AS he re-entered the
shanty the crowd slowly gathered be-
hind him again. He hurried into the
stable. The cure took strip Of the
girls petticoat. dipped it in the pail
and began TO cleanse the wound, purs-
ing his lips and shaking his head the
while. LATE could see that the wound.
while not long, WAS terribly deep. and
it was still bleeding. 1t was impossi-
BILE TO DO more than clean 1t superb
cially, owing TO, the need for haste.
Having done this. Father Lucien made
Il pad and placed ii in position, while