Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-03-23

figure disengaged herself and
stepped forward. It was Marie Du-
pont. She poised herself upon the
deck, and her voice rang ont above
the gale and the sea.
Il give you the NAME" she cried.
1T is Edonard Brousseau. 1t is he.
and give you my secret which have
borne all my life. Take it,"
She fell back into Baptiste's arms.
And it seemed as if, with the breaking
of the inhibition, her past life. with
its fears and terrors, was melted into
The life of happiness that was to be.
Dupont had heard her. For a mo-
ment they could see the tall figure of
the old man, with his wind-tosse6 hair
and beard, standing as if petrified
upon his blazing deck. Then lie cried
out like a screaming sea-bird. aud his
arms closed about the man az his side.
As Baptisre turned and tackled il
could be seen that the old man was
holding Brousseau with ene arm. as
easily as if he held ca3:d. while his
free hand controlled rre WHEEL again.
What reservoir of strength he drew
upon, what miracle of seamanship.
could never be sscyn. But, as il ma
ture were aiding bin, q yeering gust
caught the sslis, and with q backward
movement the schooner began to glide
through the entrance of the Ice field
into open water.
The fire was all about them. Screams
came from the doomed ship. but they
came from BrOusseau, struggling In
Dupont's arms. Not a sound came
from the captains lips.
The vessel gained her freedom, she
turned and began to drive eastward.
toward the Gulf and Its open water.
Faster and faster she went as the wind
compelled her. The Mortified watchers
upon the deck of BaptiSte's schooner
saw the blazing vessel glide into the
distance, blazing comet, and Dupont.
black against the heart of the fire, and
Brousseau in his arms. 81
Little was afterward remembered
concerning the rescue. But from that
night legends began to spread along
both shores: OF Baptiste's seamanship.
and of Hilary, who. single-handed.
saved the heiress of the seignory from
Brousseau and the two outlaws.
But none of the principals in these
events care overmuch to dwell upon
them. even In memory. And, though
memories live long In silence, gossip
soon dies. All this is becoming local
| legend, such as mothers tell to their
babies
But the st. Boniface mill now huns
from dawn till dark, and the asbestos
mine hAs brought in its workers and
made st. Boniface quite hourishing
village in the north country.
Twice a month, when he pays his
pastoral visit, you may see Father
Lucien. still hale and strong, patrolling
! Ste. Marie with a curious hazel stick,
fashioned with knob at each end;
and it is said that Ste. Marie is one of
the bcrt parishes on the north shore.
On Sundays, seated in the parish
church, may be seen Simeon Duval,
nodding his head approyingly as. point
/ by point, the cure takes UP his de-
ANNEXATION of liquor selling. For Fa-
! Their Lucien really reached Simeon's
soul with his hazel stick.
Marie has the best house In the viii
lage, for Baptiste does thriving trade
carrying the st. Boniface lumber.
Here is Clarice, who looks somehow,
just as one might have expected from
Lafe's descriptions.
"He wouldn't come home" she says
to Hilary, $50 | had to come after him.
But he's coming home next October. to
see his children and the new house"
Bought and paid for" said Lafe.
Eyes, l guess that's correct. aIr. As
kew. Though Til be back some day to
see you all. It amt so bad. this coun-
try-except for that pink and black
porch Baptiste's put on his house.
Darn him, what did he wagt to do that
for? tell you how it Is: These peo-
pie can't help breaking out somewhere
and somehow; it's in their blood that's
what it is"
But in his heart he knows that the
winter will see him back in ST. Boni-
face
Madeleine smiles. and puts her arm
through Hilary's.
THE END.