Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1920-02-10


LATE was saying. SIN through for
good, and I'm going to wait here till
the boat comes tomorrow and then
beat 1t for Shoeburyport. Lord, I'll be
glad to see Clarice-my wife-and the
kids again.
I've put up good fight, Tremblay.
I've dropped eight thousand dollars In
this fool game, and Clarice and me
will have to start buying our home
again when l get back to Shoebury-
port, and maybe / won't hear nothing
about it, neither But when it's case
of throwing away few thousand dol.
lars worth of lumber, just because you
look upon a strike as a personal of
tense, and me losing my home, Pve
finished. I've come to the end The
end-finish-no more. You under.
stand me. Tremblay. I'm going to
leave him to his fate," continued Lafe
trying to draw few more mouthfuls
of tobacco smoke from his burned-out
plug. its his fault"
He shook his pipe out angrily.
"Oui," said Tremblay; and the word
conveyed any significance that Its
nearer might choose to put upon it
"Oui," he continued thoughtfully
though what he was thinking about
was incomprehensible.
1T amt my job" Late pursued. "I'm
family man. got my wife and kids
to think about, and I'm against pre-
paredness. 1t amt reasonable to hire
man for manager and then expect
him TO go round saloon-busting, is it
Tremblay?"
"Oui," answered Tremblay.
you're right" said LATE. "Ot
course it amt" He filled his pipe
again, lit and pulled at it. 81 don't
know what in thunder's wrongs with
this tobacco tonight" he said, anC
emptied it. He crossed his right leg
over his left, uncrossed them, and the1
crossed his left over his right Their
he got up.
Il guess I'll take stroll up the road
and see if the stars are out" he said
Lafe's stroll was a rapid one As
soon as he had left the porch he al
most ran up the hill road toward the
cliff. AS he painted toward the summit
he heard the rumble of wheels in the
distance, and presently he saw the
cures rig coming toward him. He
hailed
~'Say, Father Lucy, d'you mind Civ
ing me a lift into st. BOniface?' he
called.
The rig stopped and LATE perceived
Madeleine ROsny seated at the cures
side. Her hands were clasped, hel
face agitated and deathly pale. Lafe'.
hand went up to his hat awkwardly
81 beg pardon, Father Lucy" he nut
tered.
Jump in, Mr.. I.afe," said the cure
I'm glad that we met. We need you
We are going to st. Boniface. JUMP
in and 1 shall tell you on the way"
LATE entered the buggy, and Father
Lucien urged on the horse; then hi
turned and said:
Louis Duval has opened a saloor
in Baptiste's old house, and Monsieur
Askew has gone to stop him."
81 guessed so, Father Lucy" an
swered LATE. 81 was just on my way
there, in case there was going TO b.
trouble I guess there isn't likely t.
be. though. Mr.. Askew knows how t.
take care of himself"
"Trouble?" questioned the cure
sharply. 'They are going to murder
him."
81 heard some yarn like that from
Tremblay," said LATE, "but l guessed
that was all talk
at was not talk. 1t is their plan
said Father Lucien. "MademoiseIlt
Rosny heard of it from Monsieur
Brousseau days ago-it was on thu
day when you went to Ste. Marie. 81.
rode with her toward Ste. Marie anC
told her so. She did not believe him
This afternoon she learned of it again
from little .Baptiste, who asked her Il
warn Monsieur Askew. Everybod,
knew he would go alone to ST. Boni
| face to stop the sale of liquor. Made
moiselle Rosny rode up TO the camI
to warn Monsieur Askew, as Baptist,
had begged her He would not lister
to her. She came TO me. 1t is dev
| lis plot" be said sternly, land IL the!
hurt one hair of his head they shall q
to prison for it,"
"We must get there in time TO saw,
/ him. You will do all you can to saw,
him, viii you not, Mr.. Connell?" aske,
the girl, looking earnestly at LATE. A
! their eyes met LATE realized suddeui.
that her agitation had more than al
impersonal cause behind ii. The swift
knowledge came home to him with
/ shock; it cleared up many things
among them the fogs of rancor tina
had cleuded his mind.
"I'll do everything that's in my pow
er, Mademoiselle," he said "TlI stan,
/ by him-Tn fight for him if there's an.
lighting"
There viii be none. said Fathe
+ Lucien. But Mademoiselle Rosn,
understands now what Brousseau is
She knows his character and-his evi
mind. And she has learned. fortunate
/ ly, before il is too late"
Not another word was spoken TIL
buggy descended the hill and rolled to
4 ward st. Boniface. As Ii crossed tn
rickety bridge they heard the sound o
/ distant shouting in Duval's saloon
About the front of il was gathered tn
entire male population of ST. Bonifaee
/ gesticulating and chattering.