Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1921-12-16

MS name was one when made those
earliest inhabitants Of Detroit flush with pride.
Even when his warning days were over and he had
settled down on the river bank, his prestige was
such that people would step aside to let him pass
as he came strdlng down the roadway.
Claire had temperament not unlike her faith
ers Their wranges and their reconcatons were
known all up and down the river. Yet they were
passlonately attached to each other and deyotedly
loved by the whole community. In particular was
the fair Claire loved by one Beauclerc 1.-THE.
dark young Frenchman who hunted more for the
sport of the chase than for the profit of his pocket
book at the fur trading post. When Sleur Beau
vas would see Philippe Beauclerc's tall, straight
figure at Clalre's elbow walking down Ste. Anne
street, now known as Jefferson avenue, his brow
would darken threateningly. But he would find
himself commenting secretly, despite his anger
"Dleu, what pair!" and he would add "Mals
1t isn't permitted for good French father to let
his daughter make a fool Of herself for pennIless
hunter just because he has the looks of a young
god
Then Claire would be hurried home. There was
no maman to quell the storm before 1t broke for
Claires mother had withstood the rigors Of the
Michigan winter for only three years So the old
warrior and his gay young daughter would rage
at each other for fifteen minutes and then fall In
TO each others arms. Peace would be made Claire
would go battle her eyes, brush back the rebeous
gold Of her hair and come back charmingly dutiful
to preside over the teacups and to welcome the
other young men who came during the course of
the evening to pay their respects to her In the
presence Of her sharp-eyed father-oficers OF the
fort In their swagger uniforms, skilled trappers
a tradesman or two and men who owned many
acres on which they raised Indian and wheat.
10 Int thnra oaIlaI and
then rlckety old va-de-bon-Coeur He was a
shrewd old Frenchman whose broad lands down
on the Rouge river bank outspanned every other
sultors In spite of his physical unattractiveness
he was possessed of good, kind heart and capacl-
ty for endless devotion. Seur Beauvas always
shrugged little when he looked In old Va-de-bon-
Occurs direction, as II to shake off an unpleasant
impression, but as the old fellow talked Beauvais
generally would thaw out and say to himself Hes
really not half bad he's really surprisingly good
for an old man. And rich, items! how he could
lavish wealth on my little Claire Fancy, two
estates for the GIRL her own and his, one at each
end Of the village. She might be as rich as she
is beautiful. And he's really remarkably kind and
wise"
After their guests were gone the storm would
break again. One night after this had been going
on for more than year the Seigneur of Beauvais
determined that matters would have to come to
reckoning
This nonsense must stop" His big brown fist
came down on the heavy oak table. The red fire
light played over his tall warriorllke figure, CLINT
ing on the buckles of his uniform and gliding the
hilt of his hunting knife and under his bushy brows
little red flames danced, reflected In the pupils OF
his great black eyes. Claire rose from the small
chair where she sat by the hearth. defiance In ev-
cry line of her lovely little figure.
you've got to settle down, you've too many
moonstruck fellows dangling after you. dozen
have asked me for your hand. And when tell
you, you only put me of. You've snapped your
fingers at a dozen chances. Whyf All Tor tnat