Cheyenne record. (Cheyenne Wells, Cheyenne County, Colo.) 1913-19??, 1920-10-14
By VICTOR ROUSSEAU
Illustrations by Irwin Myers


by the whipping wind. but not before
Dupont's words had been heard.
From the group upon Baptiste's ship
figure disengaged herself and
stepped forward. It WAS Marie Du-
pont. She poised herself upon the
deck. and her voice rang out above
the gale and the sea.
II give you the name." she cried.
TT II Edouard Brousseau. It II he.
and give you my secret which hsvs
borne all my life. Take it!''
She fell back into Baptists's arnA
And 1t seemed ~ II, with the breaking
Of the inhibition. her past life. with
its fears and terfors, was melted int
the life Of happiness that was to be.
Dupont had heard her. For q mo-
ment they could see the tall figure Of
the old man. with his wind-tossed haiS
and beard, standing n II petrined
upon his blazing deck. Then he cried
out like . screaming sea-bird. and his
arms closed about the man at his side.
Az Baptiste turned and tackled it
could be seen that the old man was
holding Brousseau with one arm, ~
easily as If he held child, while his
free hand controlled the wheel again.
What reservoir Of strength he drew
upon, what miracle Of seamanship.
could never be known. But, n II ma
ture were aiding him, veering gust
caught the sails, and with 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 q 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.
Little was afterward remembered
concerning the rescue. But from that
night legends began to spread along
both shores: OF Baptiste's seaIhanship.
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
two In 0nootrp
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 a fiourishins
village in the north country.
Twice month, when he pays his
pastoral visit. you may see Father
Lucien, still hale and strong. patrollins
Ste. Marie with a curious hasel stick,
fashioned with knob at each end:
and 1t is said that Ste. Marie IL one Of
the best parishes on the north shore.
On Sundays, seated in the parish
church, may be seen Simeon Duval.
nodding his head approvingiy as. point
by point, the cure takes up his de-
nunclation Of liquor selling. For Fa-
ther 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. I guess that's correct, Mr.. As
kew. Though I'll 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 want to do that
fort I tell you how 1t is: These peo.
pie can't help breaking out somewhere
and somehow; it's in their blood, that's
what 1t is."
But In his heart he knows that the
winter will see him back In st. Boni.
face.
Madeleine smiles. and puts her arIl
through Hllary's.