New Britain herald., 1922-08-29
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 on the battlefield of France attempt, cd to reach the ear Of his daughter ETHEL CAREW2 She wondered
 and mystery piled on mystery
 Bound to the home Of her wealthy
 and grim old grandfather
 LUCAS CULLEN, SENIOR. in St
 Florentn, where he lived near the
 scene of his early struggle for the
 timber lands of northern Michigan,
 the girl had met the mysterious
 young stranger who called himself BARNEY LOUTRELLE, He had
 asked the way to Resurrection
 Rock. that island Of mystery in
 Lake Huron, and then disclosed 10
 Ethel d letter containing a mes
 sage from Ethel's father The let
 ter was written al the time of the
 armistice. But my father" cried
 Ethel, was Killed in June,'
 GO ON WITH THE STORY.
 ''Yes. you told me so" Loutrelle replied gently
 You don't mean fathers alive and =" Ethel began.
 "No; no: you mustn't think of that"
 DO you know Boyne across there ?'' he asked
 You mean the little town2 Wha. s that to do with my fathero'
 If I knew, I'd tell you right out, !" he assured. But as it is, the only way see to explain how that letter and what followed-came to me; and that involves a good deal of talking about"
 What"
 Myself" he said simply.
 She glanced up at hDn quickly.
 T don't know where my own people lived, or what they were" Loutrele continued But Boyne is much like this" he glanced about at the trees, second growth woods, only bit older; and Indians like Asa Redbird.'
 You mean"
 T lived with them; yes, Miss Carew. Until I was seven years old l thought I was an Indian myself Some Chippewas-a good man, Azen Mabo and his wife-llad me"
 He said this quite without bitter ness, simply as a statement of q fact; but Ethel saw his lips press tightly together. involuntarily; his eyes gazad vacantly far away, and something within Ethe's breast seemed to tug and draw taut
 'Azen told me he got me from aa- other Indiana man named Noah Jo, who had had a boat and moved around a good deal.' Loutele went on. He didn't find out much about me; for Noah Jo was sick when he sent for Azen and died about the time Azen got there. Azen took with me. Noah Jos rifle and boat and gear and some other things; one Of them was a ring which Noah Jo said went with me. Azen showed it to me then, Miss Carew; and years later, he gave it to me Would you like to see it''
 Please" Ethel said. that strange tug pulling at her harder. What he was saying to her was no oft-repeated or cheaply told tale, she was sure. It was an old ring, not marked with date. but Of a fashion which suggested a century, or two centuries, gone. What did that mean to you'' she asked. holding it moment longer before giving t back. He considered 1t for a moment, holding it in the palm of his bare hand, they were proceeding slowly | side by side. Being woman s ring" he said, T supposed it was my mother's-whoeve she was and how ever she happened to give it, and me. to Noah Jo. So I just kept the ring and tried not to think too much about lo al l went" In 19l7o" T got in our own army then; rut I had the luck to go just after the Marne, with the Canadians. l spent the winter of 1915-1o16 in London. i I was just a kid, temporarily on crutches, with a slight wound "All England Miss Carew-Was full of people trying to get in touch with fellows who'd been reported killed, | trying to reach their dead. You see i 'Raym ond had recently been Killed You mean" Sir Oliver Lodges son. yes, Miss Carew. His father and mother and ! friends were receiving messages which f they published and which they were sure must be from him; and thou 1 sands of other people were getting communications which they believed 1 must be from their men who'd been | killed '
 "Ohu Ethel murmured again. She [ did. not hear what he said during the next moments.
 They were still following, mechani- | cally and without effort the wide course of the old St. Florentin road. !" talked a lot about it," Lou | trelle was saving when next she was conscious of hearing. 'Someb body in that room seemed to know just about everything concern ! ing us. And I found out that my