New Britain herald., 1922-08-28
CHAPTER I.

About the clear, deep waters ol Lake Superior, and bounding the northern sands of Michigan, lies a realm Of forest and of he-ghts rugged wild, alluring-rich in copper and iron as are few other regions of the world Kingdoms which won wide influence, have owned far meaner materials of power; empire has warred with empire for stakes half as great,
 In fact France and her Indian allies long ego garrisoned forest stockades in war with England over this territory. England defended the region against the colonists.
 But later the strength of the United States confined the struggle for possession to personal and in- Gividua combat of man against man by right, by strength, by wit, by trick or by violence, open and secret for the winning of power and wealth.
 Here and there, where something had happened--for good or for evil which man might never forget, the ghosts drew back the living,
 At least, men thus explained the return of Lucas Cullen 10 St. Floren- tin. Lucas, the younger of the two Cullen brothers, in 1896 suddenly ap- reared and, upon the site of the cabin where he and his wife lived when they founded St. Florentin and bossed the men building the first sawmill, he caused a new. enormous dwelling to be erected
 Lucas called this a summer cot tage; and made it famous by bringing there for the summer the French nobleman, the Marquis de Chenal, "a friend of my daughter Ceceia." The Marquis so well liked Cecilia and liked the place-not to mention Lucas Cullen's millions that he re- mained at St. Florentin all summer
 He married Cecelia that winter and took her-together with a million or 50 of Michigan forest money-to his chateau in Touraine; and neither of them ever returned to the penin- sula. ]
 But Lucas and his wife and their younger daughter and their two sons came the next year; then Deborah married a westerner and moved to Wyoming Junior" Lucas and his brother John also married, and their brother John also married. and their wives preferred the more fashionable resorts of the east for the next sum- mers.
 So. at the turn of the century, old Lucas and his wife, were coming alone to the enormous frame house on the edge of the ruined old mill town above the shores of Lake Huron
 The real reason for Lucas retreat from Chicago was his break with his brother John. They had always quarreled; but now they ceased to speak, and the same streets could not hold both.
 The purpose of the builder of the other great house near St Florentin was far more puzzling. The site was upon a tiny island in Lake Huron, half a mile from shore, rocky, precipitous iset locally known as Resurrection Rock.
 Tn the summer of 1912, barges appeared and anchored in the smooth water between Resurrection Rock and the shore; artisans of a dozen trades lived upon the barges while they erected a large, handsome house; chimneyed, wide of roof. graceful and pleasing.
 But no master of the mansion ap- peared. Instead, the newly com pleted house was closed; doors locked and barred, windows soundly shut tered A white farmer, who lived mile or so away upon the opposite mainland, was entrusted with the keys and was paid to inspect the premises periodically. Yes; it was m ordinary enough house, he re- ported.
 But, after a few inspections alone, he always took some one with him. Speculation and wonder in the neigh borhood soon took weird and fantas- tic forms Poor, pious people ceased to approach. ...
 At first, old Lucas Cullen laughed at the stories; but as time went on, they began to affect him.
 The thing obsessed him. He was an old man now, over seventy, but tardy and strong, clear of eye, steady of hand, vindictive and merciless yet to all who opposed him. In his long, violent life, no one-and nothlng- was known to have shaken him until some one, without reason, raised that house on the islet locally known as Resurrection Rock
 CHAPTER II,
 The express from Chicago for Lake Superior and Sault Sainte Marie operated by the government upon this January day, 1919-was nearing Es- caraba almost on time in spite of the difficulty of making steam against north wind and in a night tempera- ture of twenty-two below zero, On time was four-forty in the morning.
 Ethel Carew was the whole name of the girl hidden by the curtains of lower four She was young lady of 22 now; but the porter, who had been on that run" for many years knew her when she was chiId-a fair, vioet-eyed, ight-haired little girl from the west who travelled from Chicago with her uncles and aunts- Mr and Mrs. John Cullen or MT and Mrs Lucas Cullen-to visit her grand father at St. Florentin.