South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-04-25

smiled plaintively--"like to talk
about Pierre-and Julienne, my wife,
Even though eet hurt"
Barry could think only IN terms
of triteness.
Have they been gone long?"
The big man counted on HIS fin
gers.
"One-two-t'ree year Before
-hat-bont" He kissed his fingers
airily. odd Ba'teese. he come down
from Montreal. with his Jul!enne and
his Pierre-in his arm. so. And. so
happy. Then. Jacques Robinette
come too. with his petit Medaine-"
That's the girl who was here?"
"Ah. oul. I am TMsieu Docteur.
I look after the sick for-twenty-
thirty mile Jacques buy land.
v'where-the pine and spruce. II
was Jacques Bym'by, he go on and
leave Medaine alone. And Ba' teese
believe some day she love Pierre and
Pierre love her and"
Another silence. At last:
he eighteen. but he go. Ba'teese want
him 70 go. Julienne. she say nothing
she cry al night. Ba'teese was
big And Julienne say 10 him, You.
too-you go. You may save a life.
And Ba'teese went"
ITO France2"
Batiste bowed his head
Long time Ba'teese look for his
Pierre. Then-one night-in the
cathedral AT St Menehould. I find
heem. But Pierre not know his pere.
He not answer Ba'teese when he call
Pierre, Pierre" Here, and here, and
here" the big man pointed TO his
breast and face and arms-''was the
shrapnel He sigh in my arms
then he IS gone And by'm'by Ba'-
teese come homeland find that"
He pointed out into the shadows
| beneath the pines
/ she had died"
Died." The mans face had gone
I suddenly purple His eyes were
i glaring. his hands appraised and
/ clutched. NO! Murder! Murder,
mon anil Murder, Lost Wing-he
! Medaine's Indian-he ind her-so,
In a heap on the floor and a bullet
/ through her brain. And the money
we save, the ten thousan' dollar-eet
is gone, Murder"
A shudder went over the young
man on the bed His face blanched
/ His lips lost their color For a mo-
ment, he stared with glazed. unsee-
1 ing eyes. at last 10 turn duly at the
sharp. questioning voice OF the trap
per:
"Murder-you know MURDER"
There was a long moment OF ST.
\ lence. Houston shook himself. as II
10 throw some hateful vicious thins
from him. and turned, with a parry
ing question:
Did you ever find out who did
it?"
NO. But Ba'teese always loog for
things-that were in the deed box
Then he switched again. why you
look so funny? Huh? Why you
get pale? Why you act like that
when 1 talk about murder?"
The gaze OF Ba'tiste Renaud was
strained as he asked the question, his
manner tense. excited.
Maybe you know the reason al
ready-through Thayer But II you
( don't--Ba'tiste. how much OF II dc
you mean when you say you are a
mans friend?"
"Bateese may oke," came quietly
but Ba'teese no lie. You look like
my Pierre-you help where it has
| been lonesome. You are my frien'.'
Then l know you are not going
10 ask me for something that hurts
in telling And at least, I can give
you my word Of honor that II isn't
/ because of my ConscienCe!"
"Eet is enough" came abruptly
4 like you-I not ask. You look
like my Pierre-who could do no
wrong. You have trouble? Ba' teese
help"
i've had plenty OF that, in the
last two years" came quietly. 81
think I've got plenty ahead What
do you know about Thayer?'
He is no good He have narrow
eyes. Beside, he make love tC
Medaine!"
Barry laughed
Evidently that's a sore spot with
you, Ba'tiste."
If my Pierre had live. she would
have marry him. And TO hdnt
M'sieu Thayer take his place? Meb
be" he said it hopefully, "mebbt
you like Medaine. huh?"
Il do, She's pretty, Ba'tiste."
"Mebbe you make love ?"
Il can't make love TO anybody
| D.