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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1929-10-11, Page 7A 78 r 11, Eneter, Centntiga 0 an. . ,t • t o. 1. °Aare Deft at MO (Et Mrs ,.2:157 eceo0A,„ von9 tsti, rest y boa 114ea' Convoa • (Continued fro si last week) "Exectly, m'sieu. 11 don't think Is would throw you into the river -un less 2 told him to. And don't belie ani goin to to ask to do that,' elte aided.; the soft glow flashing !.01 into her eyes for an instant. "Not r the splendid work NepaPinas done on your ad. St. Pae raps see that. And then, if Si. Pierre wish es to finish you, why-" She shrug- ged her slini shoulders and made a little gesture with her hands. In that same moment these came over her a change as sudden as the passing of light itself. It was as if a thing she was hiding had broken beyond her control for an instant and had betrayed her. The gesture died. The glow went out of her eyes, and in its place came a light that was al- most fear -or pain. She came nearer to Carrigan again, and somehow, look- ing up at her, be thought of the lit- tle brush warbler singing at the end of its birch twig to give him courage. It must have been because of her throat, white and soft, which he saw pulsing like a beating heart before she spoke to him. "I have made a terrible mistake, m'eieu David," she said, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I thought it was some one else behind the rock. But can not tell you more than that - ever. And I know it is impossible for us to be friends!' She paused, one of her hands creeping to her bare throat as if to cover the throbbing he had seen there. "Why is it impossible?" he demand - d leaning away from his pillows so that he might bring himself nearer to her. "Because -you 'sieu." "The police, yes," he said, his heart thrumming inside his ,breast. "I am ergeant Carrigan. I am out after Roger Audemard, a murderer. But my commission has nothing to do with he daughter of St. Pierre Boulain. lease -let's be friends He held out his hand; and in that moment David Carrigan placed an- ther thing higher than duty -and in is eyes was the confession of it, like he glow of a subdued fire. The girl's fingers drew more closely at her hroat, and she made no movement o accept his hand. "Friends," he repeated. "Friends - n of the police." Slowly the girl's eyes had widened, s if she saw that new-born thing iding over all other things in his wiftly beating heart. And afraid of t, she drew a step away from him. "I am not St. Pierre Boulain's aughter," she said, forcing the words ut one by one. "I am -his wife." 61 are of the police, VII Afterward Carrigan wondered to That depths he had fallen in the first oments of his disillusionment. Some- ing like shock, perhaps even more an that, must have betrayed itself o his face. He did not ,speak. Slowly is outstretched arrn dropped to the white counterpane. Later he called himself a fool for allowing it to hap - en, for it was as if he had measur- d his proffered friendship by what s future might hold for him. In a , quiet voice Jeanne Marie -Anne Boulain was saying again that she as St. Pierre's wife. She was not xcited, yet he understood now why was he had thought her eyes were ery dark. They had changed swiftly. he violet freckles in them were like flecks of gold. They were almost liq- id in their glow, neither brown nor lack now, and with that threat of athering lightning in them. For the rst time he saw the slightest flush f color in her cheeks. It deepened ev- n as he held out his hand again. He new that it was not embarrassment. t was the heat of the fire •back of er eyes. "It's funny," he said, making an ffort to redeem himself with a lie nd smiling. "You rather amaze me. ou see, I have been told this St. Pierre is an old, old man -so old that e can't stand on his feet or go with is brigades, and if that is the truth, is hard for me to picture you as is wife. But that isn't a reason why e should not be friends. Is it?" He felt that he was himself again, xcept for the three days' growth of eard on his face. He tried to laugh, ut it was rather a poor attempt. And t. Pierre's wife did not seem to hear im. She was looking at him, looking to and through him with those wide - pen glowing eyes. Then she sat down ut of reach of the hand which he ad held toward her. "You are a sergeant of the police," he said, the softness gone suddenly ut of her voice. "You are an honor- ble man, m'sieu. Your hand is a- ain,st all wrong. Is it not so?" It as the voice of an inquisitor. She as demanding an answer of him. He nodded. "Yes, it is so." The fire in her eyes deepened. And et you say you want to be the ffiend f a stranger Who has tried to kill ou. Why, m'sieu.?" He was cornered. He sensed the humiliation of it, the impossibility of onfessing to her the wild impulse at had moved him before he knew he was St. Pierre's wife. And she id not wait for him to answer. "This this Roger Audemard-if ou catch him -what will you do with im?" she asked. "He will be hanged," said David. He is a murderer." "And one who tries to kill -who almost succeeds -what is the penalty or that?" She leaned toward him aiting, Her hands Were 6100130a htly in her lap, the npots were fin eater In her ebeako. "From ten to twenty yews," he 04011V11006534..41814o 02 COUrPOD tbee o unarAciteon" Mt, a t "If so, you do not know thwart," she interrupted him. "You say Roger Audemard is a murderer. You know 1 tried to kill you. Then why is it you would be tiny friend and Roger Ande- r:J=4's enemy? Why, &Wets?" Ceezigan shrugged his shoulders hopelesoly. "I shouldn't," he confess- ed. "II guess you are preying I was wrong in what I said. I ought to ar- rest you and take you back to the Landing hs soon as I can. But, you see, it strikes me 'there is a big per- sonal element in this. I was the man almost killed. There was a mistake, -must have been, for as soon as you put me out of business you began nursing me back to life again. And - "But that doesn't change it," in- sisted St. Pierre's wife. "If there had been no mistake, there would have been a murder. Do you understand, m'sieu? If it had been some one else behind that rock, I am quite certain he would have died. The law, at least, would have called it murder If Rog- er Audemard is a criminal, then I al- so am a criminal. And an honorable man would not make a distinction because one of them is a woman!" "But -Black Roger was a fiend. He deserves no mercy. He Perhaps, m'sieu!" She was on her feet, her eyes flam- ing down upon him. In that mom- ent her beauty was like the beauty of Carmin Fanchet. The poise of her slender body, her glowing cheeks, her lustrous hair, her gold-fleckled eyes with the light of diamonds in them, held him speechless. "I was sorry and went 'back for you," she said. "I wanted you to live after I saw you like that on the sand. Bateese says I was indiscreet, that I should have left you there to die. Perhaps he is right. And yet -even Roger Audemard might have had that pity for you." She turned quickly, and he heard her moving away from him. Then, from the door, she said. "Bateese will make you able, m'sieu." The door opened and closed. She was gone. And he was alone in the cabin again. The swiftness of the change in her amazed him. It was as if he had sud- denly touched fire to an explosive. There had been the flare, but no viol- ence. She had not raised her voice, yet he heard in it the tremble of an emotion that,cwas consuming her. He had seen the ill -Mt of it in her face and eyes. Something he had said or had done, had tremendously Upset her, changing in an instant her at- titude toward him. 'The thought that came to him made his face burn un- der its scrub of beard. Did she think he was a scoundrel? The dropping of his hand, the shock that must have betrayed itself in his face when she said she was St. Pierre's wife - had those things warned her against him. The heat went slowly out of his face. It was impossible. She could not think that of him. It must have been a sudden giving way under terrific strain. She had compared herself to Roger Audemard, and she was be- ginning to realize her peril - that Bateese was right -that she should have left him to die in the sand! The thought pressed itself heavily upon Carrigan. It brought him sud- denly beck to a realization of how small a part he had played in this last half hour in the catin. He had of- fered to Pierre's wife a friendship which he had no right to offer and which she knew he had no right to offer. He was the Law. And she, like Roger Audemard, was a criminal. Her quick woman's instinct had told her there could be no distinction between them, unless there was a reason. And now Carrigan confessed to himself that there had been a reason. That reason had some to him with the first glimpse of her as he lay in the hot sand. He had fought against it in the canoe; it had mastered him in those thrilling moments when he had beheld this slim, beautiful creature riding fearlessly into the boiling wa- ters of the Holy Ghost. Her eyes, her hair, the sweet, low :voice that had been with him in his feeer, had be- come a definite an unalterable part I of him. And this n ust have shown in his eyes and fac when he dropped his hand -'when she told him she was St. Pierre's wife. And now she was afraid of him! She was regretting that she had not left him to die. She had misunder- stood what she had seen betraying itself during those few seconds of his proffered friendship. She saw only a man whom she had nearly killed, a man who represented the Law, a man whose power held her in the hollow of his hand. And she had stepped back from him, startled and had told him that she was not St. Pierre's daugh- ter, but his wife! In the science of criminal analysis Carrigan always placed himself in the position of the other man. And he was beginning to see the present situation from the view -point of Jean- ne Marie -Anne Boulain. He was sat- isfied that she had made a desperate mistake and that until the last mom- ent she had believed it was another man behind the rock. Yet she had shown rio inclination to explain away her error. She had definitely refused to make an explanation. And it was simply a matter of common sense to concede that there must be a power- ful motive for her refusal. There was but one conclusion for him to arrive at -the error which St. Pierre's wife had made in shooting the wrong man was less important to her than keep- ing the secret of why she had want- ed to kill some other VIM David was not aneonScious of the breach in his own anmer. Ile had Vonbsnarip Nat sc. the Stspenintendent f 44N" Division bslaVVOnlkOnall eiltZt Lour yearn ago etiOn they, Ind comfort - 14,90 APPS.' , 0,1:4T 0'. . orloolimai **ion she 16.6.441gr vtgo'ben':.'hro'ler has been,„ 441#04P9, Pse 41144 releehaVehe00 2,•..toqiit,701%.00itiet"iP 1Eretuned _t door 'ant blot1tOct tocqek- with hilo a wick* Ito; kat. 14en drete Sep the, table .b?e aide Ogreigan .and proceeded ten Lek: -oat before him the boiled . fish Which t.Pierre's wifss had Promised "him. With it wales bread and !an earthen poe a`hShet tee: that ees, ,411 you halve bee cause a 30 gwar. laateese Day, 'SW?' heem wit' much so that he die gueelsr. "You want to see me deed- bthnt it, Ird, tease?" "Ood. You inek, wan vele .goo4 dead man, nesieur Bateese was no longer arlinninff. }La stood hack and pointed at the food. "You est -- week. An' when you have filaidsh" JE tell you emmet'ingi" Now that he saw the luscious bit of. whitefish 'before him, Carrigan was - possessed of the hungering emptiness of three days and nights. As he ate, he observed that Bateese was per- forming curious duties. He straight- ened a couple of rugs, ran fresh wa- ter into the flower vases, picked up half a dozen &tattered magazines, and then, to David's increasing interest, produced a dust -cloth from some- where and began to dust. David fin- ished his fish, the one slice of bread, and his cup of tea. He felt tremend- ously good. The hot tea was like a trickle of new life through every vein in his body, and he had the desire to get up and try out his leg. Sudden- ly Bateese discovered that his patient was laughing at him. "Que diable!" he demanded, coming up ferociously with the cloth in his great hand. "You see somet'ing ver' fonny, m'sieu?" "No, nothing funny, Battese," grin- ned Carrigan. "I was just thinking what a handsome chambermaid you make. You are so gentle, so nice to look at, so-" "Diable!" exploded Bateese, drop- ping his dust cloth and bringing his huge hands down upon the table with a smash that almost wrecked the dish- es. "You have eat, an' now you lis - sen. You have never hear' before of Concombre Bateese. An' zat ees me. See! Wit' these two hands I have choke' ze .polar bear to deat'. I am strongest man w'at ees in all nort' countree. I pack four hundre' pound ovair portage. I crack ze caribou bones wit' my teeth, lak a dog. I run sixt' or. hundre' miles wit'out stop for rest. I pull down trees w'at 7 ltIeVZ,Zte had mita. • gamble nay lige -on that, Onarip111" • And bee , theythief of Dinisicat with sixty rem), ;Of experieme be- hind .hires bad beltO4ed that; Camila Fanchet had sot been held as an co- coraplice in her • beper's evildoing, but had gone %Alt Into her wilder- ness unerucificed iby the law that had demanded the life • of her brother. He would never forget the least time he had wen Caarratila. -,7anchet's eyes-, area& black zionlotta pools a awatis tude as they look,at grizzled, old ItieVane; blazing fires of venomous hatredwhen they turned on him. And he had said to TAleVane, "The man pays, the woman goes-- keitice indeed is blind!" eficVane, not being a stickler on regulations when it came to Carrigan had made no answers The incident came back vividly to David as he waited for the Formalized coming of Bateese. He began to ap- preciate IiieVane's point of view, and it was comforting, because he realiz- ed that his own logic was assailable. If McVane had •been comparing ;the two women now, he knew wonc bis argument would be. There had been no absolute proof of crime against Carmin Fanchet, unless to fight des- perately for the life of her brother was a crime. In the case of Jeanne Marie -Anne Boulain there was proof. She had tried to kill. Therefore, of the two, Carmin Fanchet would have been the better woman in the eyes of McVane. In spite of the legal force of the argument which he was bringing a- gainst himself, David felt unconvinc- ed. Carmin Fanchet, had she been ini the plaice of St. Pierre's wife, would have finished him there in the sand. She would have realized the menace of letting him live and would probably have commanded Bateese to dump him in the river. St. Pierre's wife had gone to the other extreme She was not only repentant, but was making restitution for her mistake and in making that restitution had crossed far beyond the dead -line of caution. She had frankly told him who she was; she had 'brought him into the privacy of what was unden- iably her own home; in her desire to undo what she had done she had hopelessly enmeshed herself in the net of the Law -if that Law saw fit to act. She had done these things with courage and conviction. And of such a woman, Carrigan thought, St. Pier- re must be very proud. He looked slowly about the cabin again and each thing that he saw was a living voice breaking up a dream for him. These voices told him that he was in a temple built be- cause of a man's worship for a wo- man -and that man was St. Pierre. Through the two western windows came the last glow of the western sun, like a golden benediction finding ns way into a sacred place. Here there was -or had been -a great hap- piness, for only a great pride and a great •happiness could have made it as it was. Nothing that wealth and toil could drag up out efe_ a civiliza- tion a thousand miles away had been too good for St. Pierre's wife. And about him, looking more closely, Dav- id saw the undisturbed evidences of a woman's contentment. On the table were embroidery materials with which she had been working, and a amp shade half finished. A wom- an's magazine printed in a city feu: thousand miles away lay open at the fashion plates .There were other magazines, and many books, and op- en music above the white keyboard of the piano, and vases glowing red and yellow with wild -flowers and sil- ver birch leaves. He could smell the faint perfume of the fireglow blos- soms, red as blood. In a pool of sun- light on one of the big white bear rugs lay the sleeping cat. And then, at the far end of the cabin, an ivory - white Cross of Christ glowed for a few moments in a last homage of the sinking sun. Uneasiness stole upon him This was the woman's holy ground, her sanctuary and her home), and, foe three days his presence had driven her from it. There was no other room. In making restitution she had given up to him her most sacred of all things. And again there rose up in him that new-born thing which had set strange fires stirring in his heart and which from this hour on he knew he must fight until it was dead. For an hour after the last of the sun was obliterated by the western mountains he lay in the gloom of coming dankness. Only the lapping of water under the bateau broke the strange stillness of the evening. He heard no sound of life, no voice, no tread of feet and he wondered where the woman and her meta had gone and if the scow was still tied up at the edge of the tarsands. And for the first time he asked himself another question. Where was the man, St. Pierre?" Vi It was utterlydarkin the cabin, when the stillness was broken by low voices. The door opened, and some one came in. A moment later a match flared up, and in the shifting glow of it Carrigan saw the dark face of Bateese, the half-breed. One after another he lighted the four lamps. Not until he had finished did he turn to- ward the bed. It was then that Dav- id had his first good impression of the man. He was not tall, but built with the strength of a giant. His arms were long. His shoulders were stooped. His head was like the head of a stone gargoyle come to life. Wide-eyed, heavy -lipped, with the high -cheek bones of an Indian and uncut black hair bound with the knot- ted red mouchoir, he looked more than ever like a pirate and a cutthroat to David. Such a man, he, thought, might make play out of the business of murder'. And yet; in srpite of his ugliness, David felt agaivi the mys- terious inclination !..ck,like the man. teese. grinned. It tonw a huge grin, for .his 'month was big. "You ver' lucky ,.fellow," he announced. "You illeet5 kik that in Wen Sof bed an'feeTancvtlt ofluantasri; •allatkeses a Wan' hesgrnziatak& INat=e0 van, k4Tie 2e stone 20'22'114m' neck ane zante ace= wan ange do Eaker. Mundt ham S.tisk,"sessaete. SeseeeekY oder man cut wit' axe. I am not 'fraid of not'ing. You lissen? You hear w'at I say?" "I hear you." "Bien! Then I tell you w'at Con- combre Bateese ees goin' to do wit' you, M'sieu Sergent de Police! Ma belle Jeanne she mak' wan gran' meestake. She too much leetle bird heart, too much pity for want you to die. Bateese say, Keel him, so no wan know w'at happen t'ree day ago behin' ze rock.' But ma belle Jeanne, she say, 'No, Bateese, he ees mees- take for oder man, an' we miss' let heem live.' An' then she tell me ts come an' bring you feesh, an' tell you w'at is goin' happen if you try go away from thees bateau. You coin- pren'? If you try run away, Bateese, ees goin' keel you! See -wit' thee3 han's I br'ak your neck an' t'row you in river. Ma belle Jeanne say do zat an' she tell oder mans-twent', thirt', almos' hundre' garcons -to keel you if you try run away. She tell me bring zat word to you wit' ze feesh. You listen hard w'at I say?" If ever a worker of iniquitey lived on earth, Carrigan might have judg- ed Bateese as that man in these mom- ents. The half -'breed had worked him- self up to a ferocious pitch. His eyes rolled. His wide mouth snarled in the virulence of its speech. His thick neck grew corded, and his huge hands clenched menacingly upon the table. Yet David had no fear. He svanten to laugh, but he knew laughter would he the deadliest of insults to Bateese just now. He remembered that the half-breed, fierce as a pirate, had a touch as gentle as a woman's. This man, who could choke an ox with his monstrous hands, had a moment be- fore petted a cat, straightened out rugs, watered the woman's flowers, and had dusted. He was harmless - now. And yet in the same breath David sensed the fact that a single word from St. Pierre's wife fould be sufficient to fire his bruite strength into a blazing volcano of action. Such a henchman was priceless ---under certain conditions! And he had brought a warning straight from the woman. "I think I understand what you mean, Bateese," he said. "She says that I am to make no effort to leave this bateau -that I am to be killed if I try to escape? Are you sure she said that?" "Par les mille cornes du liable, you t'ink Bateese lie, m'sieu? Concombre Bateese, who choke ze w'ite bear wit- ness hees two han', who pull down ze tree----" "No, no, I don't think you lie. But I am wondering why she didn't tell me that when she was here." "Becaus' she have too much lettle bird heart, zat ees w'y. She say:- ‘Bateese, you tell heem he mus' wait for St. Pierre. An' you tell heem good an' hard, lak you choke ze w'ite bear an' lak you pull down ze tree, so he mak' no meestake an' try get away.' An' she tell zat before all ye bateliers-all ze St. Pierre mans gathered 'bout a beeg fire -an' they shout up lak wan garcon that they watch an' keel you if you try get away." Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let's shake, Bateese. I'll give you my word that I won't try to escape -not until you and I have a good stand- up fight with the earth under our feet, and I've whipped you. It is a go?" Bateese stared for a moment, and then his face broke into a wide grin. "You lak ze fight, m'sieu?" "Yes. I love a scrap with a good man like you." One of Bateese's huge hands crawl- ed slowly over the table and engulf- ed David's. Joy Acme on face. "An' you promise give mo 2 t fight w'en you are strong?" 92 I dont 1['11 let you tio st atone easeland mr neck and drop me into the Aim" ' •': iiI .11010' .caztif„oaf:: f.:4:'12r407 CI 7,f:ova Aglittly esam-t 1318.51 e2l1lanaly Mae& vrian Zia llialiuniril Stove IPo Eign ollne Gur.q4 eagy, eilektun Way 2.CD make libel geove itrine omega itayeattfwe zipoa faca ate TOXINS& .1,Z ar RECEIITTS (taveseeee) 1.111aleteeD- ieusseneasa, 51till:=1M trZimccaViZ2 "You are brave garcon," cried the delighted .Bateese. "Up an' dc?vvn ze rivers ees no man w'at can whip Con- combre Bateese!' Suddenly his face grew clouded. "But ze head, m'sieu, he added anxiously. "It will get well quickly if you will help me, Bateese. Right now I want to get up. I want to stretch`neS; legs. Was my head bad?" "Non. Ze bullet scrape ze hair off -so-so-an' turn ze brain seek. I t'ink you be good fighting man in week!" "And you will help me up?" Bateese was a changed man. Again David felt that mighty but gentle strength of his arms as he helped him to his feet. He was a trifle unsteady for a moment. Then, with the half- breed close at his side, ready to catch him if his legs gave way, he walked to one of the windows and looked out. Across the river, fully half a mile away, he saw the glow of fires. "Her camp?" he asked. "Oui m'sieu." "We have moved "Yes, two days - "Why are they here with us?" Bateese gave a disgusted grunt. Becaus' ma belle Jeanne have such leetle bird heart, m'sieu. She say you mus' not have noise near, lak ze talk an' laugh an' ze chansons. She say it disturb, an' zat it mak you worse wit' ze fever. She ees mak you lake de baby, Bateese say to her. But she orey laugh at zat an' snap her leetle w'ite finger. Wait St. Pierre come ! He brak yo'r head wit' hees two fists. I hope we have ze fight before then, m'sieu!" from the tar - down ze river." not camping over (Continued next week) DO NOT NEGLECT YOUR LITTLE ONES At no time of life is delay or neg- ect more serious than at childhood. The ills of little ones come quickly and unless the mother is prompt in administering treatment a precious little life may be snuffed out almost before the mother realizes the baby is ill. The prudent mother always keeps something in the medicine chest as a safeguard against the sud- den illness of her little ones. Thou- sands of mothers have found through experience, that there is no other medicine to equal Baby's Own Tablets and that is why they always keep a box of the Tablets, on hand - why they always feel safe with the Tablets. 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'' ptes in s 212,44ing with prevailing market. See- d bfaction assured. Write or wire, Ooear Klima Zurich, Ont. Phone, ee 98. 2864', 25 i.'. R. T. ILILT110112 Licensed auctioteer for the County' of %%won. Sale o attended i co in al 1 arta of the atounty. 1161/15n". &lien° On- rperlence in Ilgatiteha fnefli teellaWea- „i 78 r 11, Eneter, Centntiga 0 an. . ,t • t o. 1. °Aare Deft at MO (Et Mrs ,.2:157 eceo0A,„ von9 tsti, rest y boa 114ea' Convoa • (Continued fro si last week) "Exectly, m'sieu. 11 don't think Is would throw you into the river -un less 2 told him to. And don't belie ani goin to to ask to do that,' elte aided.; the soft glow flashing !.01 into her eyes for an instant. "Not r the splendid work NepaPinas done on your ad. St. Pae raps see that. And then, if Si. Pierre wish es to finish you, why-" She shrug- ged her slini shoulders and made a little gesture with her hands. In that same moment these came over her a change as sudden as the passing of light itself. It was as if a thing she was hiding had broken beyond her control for an instant and had betrayed her. The gesture died. The glow went out of her eyes, and in its place came a light that was al- most fear -or pain. She came nearer to Carrigan again, and somehow, look- ing up at her, be thought of the lit- tle brush warbler singing at the end of its birch twig to give him courage. It must have been because of her throat, white and soft, which he saw pulsing like a beating heart before she spoke to him. "I have made a terrible mistake, m'eieu David," she said, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I thought it was some one else behind the rock. But can not tell you more than that - ever. And I know it is impossible for us to be friends!' She paused, one of her hands creeping to her bare throat as if to cover the throbbing he had seen there. "Why is it impossible?" he demand - d leaning away from his pillows so that he might bring himself nearer to her. "Because -you 'sieu." "The police, yes," he said, his heart thrumming inside his ,breast. "I am ergeant Carrigan. I am out after Roger Audemard, a murderer. But my commission has nothing to do with he daughter of St. Pierre Boulain. lease -let's be friends He held out his hand; and in that moment David Carrigan placed an- ther thing higher than duty -and in is eyes was the confession of it, like he glow of a subdued fire. The girl's fingers drew more closely at her hroat, and she made no movement o accept his hand. "Friends," he repeated. "Friends - n of the police." Slowly the girl's eyes had widened, s if she saw that new-born thing iding over all other things in his wiftly beating heart. And afraid of t, she drew a step away from him. "I am not St. Pierre Boulain's aughter," she said, forcing the words ut one by one. "I am -his wife." 61 are of the police, VII Afterward Carrigan wondered to That depths he had fallen in the first oments of his disillusionment. Some- ing like shock, perhaps even more an that, must have betrayed itself o his face. He did not ,speak. Slowly is outstretched arrn dropped to the white counterpane. Later he called himself a fool for allowing it to hap - en, for it was as if he had measur- d his proffered friendship by what s future might hold for him. In a , quiet voice Jeanne Marie -Anne Boulain was saying again that she as St. Pierre's wife. She was not xcited, yet he understood now why was he had thought her eyes were ery dark. They had changed swiftly. he violet freckles in them were like flecks of gold. They were almost liq- id in their glow, neither brown nor lack now, and with that threat of athering lightning in them. For the rst time he saw the slightest flush f color in her cheeks. It deepened ev- n as he held out his hand again. He new that it was not embarrassment. t was the heat of the fire •back of er eyes. "It's funny," he said, making an ffort to redeem himself with a lie nd smiling. "You rather amaze me. ou see, I have been told this St. Pierre is an old, old man -so old that e can't stand on his feet or go with is brigades, and if that is the truth, is hard for me to picture you as is wife. But that isn't a reason why e should not be friends. Is it?" He felt that he was himself again, xcept for the three days' growth of eard on his face. He tried to laugh, ut it was rather a poor attempt. And t. Pierre's wife did not seem to hear im. She was looking at him, looking to and through him with those wide - pen glowing eyes. Then she sat down ut of reach of the hand which he ad held toward her. "You are a sergeant of the police," he said, the softness gone suddenly ut of her voice. "You are an honor- ble man, m'sieu. Your hand is a- ain,st all wrong. Is it not so?" It as the voice of an inquisitor. She as demanding an answer of him. He nodded. "Yes, it is so." The fire in her eyes deepened. And et you say you want to be the ffiend f a stranger Who has tried to kill ou. Why, m'sieu.?" He was cornered. He sensed the humiliation of it, the impossibility of onfessing to her the wild impulse at had moved him before he knew he was St. Pierre's wife. And she id not wait for him to answer. "This this Roger Audemard-if ou catch him -what will you do with im?" she asked. "He will be hanged," said David. He is a murderer." "And one who tries to kill -who almost succeeds -what is the penalty or that?" She leaned toward him aiting, Her hands Were 6100130a htly in her lap, the npots were fin eater In her ebeako. "From ten to twenty yews," he 04011V11006534..41814o 02 COUrPOD tbee o unarAciteon" Mt, a t "If so, you do not know thwart," she interrupted him. "You say Roger Audemard is a murderer. You know 1 tried to kill you. Then why is it you would be tiny friend and Roger Ande- r:J=4's enemy? Why, &Wets?" Ceezigan shrugged his shoulders hopelesoly. "I shouldn't," he confess- ed. "II guess you are preying I was wrong in what I said. I ought to ar- rest you and take you back to the Landing hs soon as I can. But, you see, it strikes me 'there is a big per- sonal element in this. I was the man almost killed. There was a mistake, -must have been, for as soon as you put me out of business you began nursing me back to life again. And - "But that doesn't change it," in- sisted St. Pierre's wife. "If there had been no mistake, there would have been a murder. Do you understand, m'sieu? If it had been some one else behind that rock, I am quite certain he would have died. The law, at least, would have called it murder If Rog- er Audemard is a criminal, then I al- so am a criminal. And an honorable man would not make a distinction because one of them is a woman!" "But -Black Roger was a fiend. He deserves no mercy. He Perhaps, m'sieu!" She was on her feet, her eyes flam- ing down upon him. In that mom- ent her beauty was like the beauty of Carmin Fanchet. The poise of her slender body, her glowing cheeks, her lustrous hair, her gold-fleckled eyes with the light of diamonds in them, held him speechless. "I was sorry and went 'back for you," she said. "I wanted you to live after I saw you like that on the sand. Bateese says I was indiscreet, that I should have left you there to die. Perhaps he is right. And yet -even Roger Audemard might have had that pity for you." She turned quickly, and he heard her moving away from him. Then, from the door, she said. "Bateese will make you able, m'sieu." The door opened and closed. She was gone. And he was alone in the cabin again. The swiftness of the change in her amazed him. It was as if he had sud- denly touched fire to an explosive. There had been the flare, but no viol- ence. She had not raised her voice, yet he heard in it the tremble of an emotion that,cwas consuming her. He had seen the ill -Mt of it in her face and eyes. Something he had said or had done, had tremendously Upset her, changing in an instant her at- titude toward him. 'The thought that came to him made his face burn un- der its scrub of beard. Did she think he was a scoundrel? The dropping of his hand, the shock that must have betrayed itself in his face when she said she was St. Pierre's wife - had those things warned her against him. The heat went slowly out of his face. It was impossible. She could not think that of him. It must have been a sudden giving way under terrific strain. She had compared herself to Roger Audemard, and she was be- ginning to realize her peril - that Bateese was right -that she should have left him to die in the sand! The thought pressed itself heavily upon Carrigan. It brought him sud- denly beck to a realization of how small a part he had played in this last half hour in the catin. He had of- fered to Pierre's wife a friendship which he had no right to offer and which she knew he had no right to offer. He was the Law. And she, like Roger Audemard, was a criminal. Her quick woman's instinct had told her there could be no distinction between them, unless there was a reason. And now Carrigan confessed to himself that there had been a reason. That reason had some to him with the first glimpse of her as he lay in the hot sand. He had fought against it in the canoe; it had mastered him in those thrilling moments when he had beheld this slim, beautiful creature riding fearlessly into the boiling wa- ters of the Holy Ghost. Her eyes, her hair, the sweet, low :voice that had been with him in his feeer, had be- come a definite an unalterable part I of him. And this n ust have shown in his eyes and fac when he dropped his hand -'when she told him she was St. Pierre's wife. And now she was afraid of him! She was regretting that she had not left him to die. She had misunder- stood what she had seen betraying itself during those few seconds of his proffered friendship. She saw only a man whom she had nearly killed, a man who represented the Law, a man whose power held her in the hollow of his hand. And she had stepped back from him, startled and had told him that she was not St. Pierre's daugh- ter, but his wife! In the science of criminal analysis Carrigan always placed himself in the position of the other man. And he was beginning to see the present situation from the view -point of Jean- ne Marie -Anne Boulain. He was sat- isfied that she had made a desperate mistake and that until the last mom- ent she had believed it was another man behind the rock. Yet she had shown rio inclination to explain away her error. She had definitely refused to make an explanation. And it was simply a matter of common sense to concede that there must be a power- ful motive for her refusal. There was but one conclusion for him to arrive at -the error which St. Pierre's wife had made in shooting the wrong man was less important to her than keep- ing the secret of why she had want- ed to kill some other VIM David was not aneonScious of the breach in his own anmer. Ile had Vonbsnarip Nat sc. the Stspenintendent f 44N" Division bslaVVOnlkOnall eiltZt Lour yearn ago etiOn they, Ind comfort - 14,90 APPS.' , 0,1:4T 0'. . orloolimai **ion she 16.6.441gr vtgo'ben':.'hro'ler has been,„ 441#04P9, Pse 41144 releehaVehe00 2,•..toqiit,701%.00itiet"iP 1Eretuned _t door 'ant blot1tOct tocqek- with hilo a wick* Ito; kat. 14en drete Sep the, table .b?e aide Ogreigan .and proceeded ten Lek: -oat before him the boiled . fish Which t.Pierre's wifss had Promised "him. With it wales bread and !an earthen poe a`hShet tee: that ees, ,411 you halve bee cause a 30 gwar. laateese Day, 'SW?' heem wit' much so that he die gueelsr. "You want to see me deed- bthnt it, Ird, tease?" "Ood. You inek, wan vele .goo4 dead man, nesieur Bateese was no longer arlinninff. }La stood hack and pointed at the food. "You est -- week. An' when you have filaidsh" JE tell you emmet'ingi" Now that he saw the luscious bit of. whitefish 'before him, Carrigan was - possessed of the hungering emptiness of three days and nights. As he ate, he observed that Bateese was per- forming curious duties. He straight- ened a couple of rugs, ran fresh wa- ter into the flower vases, picked up half a dozen &tattered magazines, and then, to David's increasing interest, produced a dust -cloth from some- where and began to dust. David fin- ished his fish, the one slice of bread, and his cup of tea. He felt tremend- ously good. The hot tea was like a trickle of new life through every vein in his body, and he had the desire to get up and try out his leg. Sudden- ly Bateese discovered that his patient was laughing at him. "Que diable!" he demanded, coming up ferociously with the cloth in his great hand. "You see somet'ing ver' fonny, m'sieu?" "No, nothing funny, Battese," grin- ned Carrigan. "I was just thinking what a handsome chambermaid you make. You are so gentle, so nice to look at, so-" "Diable!" exploded Bateese, drop- ping his dust cloth and bringing his huge hands down upon the table with a smash that almost wrecked the dish- es. "You have eat, an' now you lis - sen. You have never hear' before of Concombre Bateese. An' zat ees me. See! Wit' these two hands I have choke' ze .polar bear to deat'. I am strongest man w'at ees in all nort' countree. I pack four hundre' pound ovair portage. I crack ze caribou bones wit' my teeth, lak a dog. I run sixt' or. hundre' miles wit'out stop for rest. I pull down trees w'at 7 ltIeVZ,Zte had mita. • gamble nay lige -on that, Onarip111" • And bee , theythief of Dinisicat with sixty rem), ;Of experieme be- hind .hires bad beltO4ed that; Camila Fanchet had sot been held as an co- coraplice in her • beper's evildoing, but had gone %Alt Into her wilder- ness unerucificed iby the law that had demanded the life • of her brother. He would never forget the least time he had wen Caarratila. -,7anchet's eyes-, area& black zionlotta pools a awatis tude as they look,at grizzled, old ItieVane; blazing fires of venomous hatredwhen they turned on him. And he had said to TAleVane, "The man pays, the woman goes-- keitice indeed is blind!" eficVane, not being a stickler on regulations when it came to Carrigan had made no answers The incident came back vividly to David as he waited for the Formalized coming of Bateese. He began to ap- preciate IiieVane's point of view, and it was comforting, because he realiz- ed that his own logic was assailable. If McVane had •been comparing ;the two women now, he knew wonc bis argument would be. There had been no absolute proof of crime against Carmin Fanchet, unless to fight des- perately for the life of her brother was a crime. In the case of Jeanne Marie -Anne Boulain there was proof. She had tried to kill. Therefore, of the two, Carmin Fanchet would have been the better woman in the eyes of McVane. In spite of the legal force of the argument which he was bringing a- gainst himself, David felt unconvinc- ed. Carmin Fanchet, had she been ini the plaice of St. Pierre's wife, would have finished him there in the sand. She would have realized the menace of letting him live and would probably have commanded Bateese to dump him in the river. St. Pierre's wife had gone to the other extreme She was not only repentant, but was making restitution for her mistake and in making that restitution had crossed far beyond the dead -line of caution. She had frankly told him who she was; she had 'brought him into the privacy of what was unden- iably her own home; in her desire to undo what she had done she had hopelessly enmeshed herself in the net of the Law -if that Law saw fit to act. She had done these things with courage and conviction. And of such a woman, Carrigan thought, St. Pier- re must be very proud. He looked slowly about the cabin again and each thing that he saw was a living voice breaking up a dream for him. These voices told him that he was in a temple built be- cause of a man's worship for a wo- man -and that man was St. Pierre. Through the two western windows came the last glow of the western sun, like a golden benediction finding ns way into a sacred place. Here there was -or had been -a great hap- piness, for only a great pride and a great •happiness could have made it as it was. Nothing that wealth and toil could drag up out efe_ a civiliza- tion a thousand miles away had been too good for St. Pierre's wife. And about him, looking more closely, Dav- id saw the undisturbed evidences of a woman's contentment. On the table were embroidery materials with which she had been working, and a amp shade half finished. A wom- an's magazine printed in a city feu: thousand miles away lay open at the fashion plates .There were other magazines, and many books, and op- en music above the white keyboard of the piano, and vases glowing red and yellow with wild -flowers and sil- ver birch leaves. He could smell the faint perfume of the fireglow blos- soms, red as blood. In a pool of sun- light on one of the big white bear rugs lay the sleeping cat. And then, at the far end of the cabin, an ivory - white Cross of Christ glowed for a few moments in a last homage of the sinking sun. Uneasiness stole upon him This was the woman's holy ground, her sanctuary and her home), and, foe three days his presence had driven her from it. There was no other room. In making restitution she had given up to him her most sacred of all things. And again there rose up in him that new-born thing which had set strange fires stirring in his heart and which from this hour on he knew he must fight until it was dead. For an hour after the last of the sun was obliterated by the western mountains he lay in the gloom of coming dankness. Only the lapping of water under the bateau broke the strange stillness of the evening. He heard no sound of life, no voice, no tread of feet and he wondered where the woman and her meta had gone and if the scow was still tied up at the edge of the tarsands. And for the first time he asked himself another question. Where was the man, St. Pierre?" Vi It was utterlydarkin the cabin, when the stillness was broken by low voices. The door opened, and some one came in. A moment later a match flared up, and in the shifting glow of it Carrigan saw the dark face of Bateese, the half-breed. One after another he lighted the four lamps. Not until he had finished did he turn to- ward the bed. It was then that Dav- id had his first good impression of the man. He was not tall, but built with the strength of a giant. His arms were long. His shoulders were stooped. His head was like the head of a stone gargoyle come to life. Wide-eyed, heavy -lipped, with the high -cheek bones of an Indian and uncut black hair bound with the knot- ted red mouchoir, he looked more than ever like a pirate and a cutthroat to David. Such a man, he, thought, might make play out of the business of murder'. And yet; in srpite of his ugliness, David felt agaivi the mys- terious inclination !..ck,like the man. teese. grinned. It tonw a huge grin, for .his 'month was big. "You ver' lucky ,.fellow," he announced. "You illeet5 kik that in Wen Sof bed an'feeTancvtlt ofluantasri; •allatkeses a Wan' hesgrnziatak& INat=e0 van, k4Tie 2e stone 20'22'114m' neck ane zante ace= wan ange do Eaker. Mundt ham S.tisk,"sessaete. SeseeeekY oder man cut wit' axe. I am not 'fraid of not'ing. You lissen? You hear w'at I say?" "I hear you." "Bien! Then I tell you w'at Con- combre Bateese ees goin' to do wit' you, M'sieu Sergent de Police! Ma belle Jeanne she mak' wan gran' meestake. She too much leetle bird heart, too much pity for want you to die. Bateese say, Keel him, so no wan know w'at happen t'ree day ago behin' ze rock.' But ma belle Jeanne, she say, 'No, Bateese, he ees mees- take for oder man, an' we miss' let heem live.' An' then she tell me ts come an' bring you feesh, an' tell you w'at is goin' happen if you try go away from thees bateau. You coin- pren'? If you try run away, Bateese, ees goin' keel you! See -wit' thee3 han's I br'ak your neck an' t'row you in river. Ma belle Jeanne say do zat an' she tell oder mans-twent', thirt', almos' hundre' garcons -to keel you if you try run away. She tell me bring zat word to you wit' ze feesh. You listen hard w'at I say?" If ever a worker of iniquitey lived on earth, Carrigan might have judg- ed Bateese as that man in these mom- ents. The half -'breed had worked him- self up to a ferocious pitch. His eyes rolled. His wide mouth snarled in the virulence of its speech. His thick neck grew corded, and his huge hands clenched menacingly upon the table. Yet David had no fear. He svanten to laugh, but he knew laughter would he the deadliest of insults to Bateese just now. He remembered that the half-breed, fierce as a pirate, had a touch as gentle as a woman's. This man, who could choke an ox with his monstrous hands, had a moment be- fore petted a cat, straightened out rugs, watered the woman's flowers, and had dusted. He was harmless - now. And yet in the same breath David sensed the fact that a single word from St. Pierre's wife fould be sufficient to fire his bruite strength into a blazing volcano of action. Such a henchman was priceless ---under certain conditions! And he had brought a warning straight from the woman. "I think I understand what you mean, Bateese," he said. "She says that I am to make no effort to leave this bateau -that I am to be killed if I try to escape? Are you sure she said that?" "Par les mille cornes du liable, you t'ink Bateese lie, m'sieu? Concombre Bateese, who choke ze w'ite bear wit- ness hees two han', who pull down ze tree----" "No, no, I don't think you lie. But I am wondering why she didn't tell me that when she was here." "Becaus' she have too much lettle bird heart, zat ees w'y. She say:- ‘Bateese, you tell heem he mus' wait for St. Pierre. An' you tell heem good an' hard, lak you choke ze w'ite bear an' lak you pull down ze tree, so he mak' no meestake an' try get away.' An' she tell zat before all ye bateliers-all ze St. Pierre mans gathered 'bout a beeg fire -an' they shout up lak wan garcon that they watch an' keel you if you try get away." Carrigan reached out a hand. "Let's shake, Bateese. I'll give you my word that I won't try to escape -not until you and I have a good stand- up fight with the earth under our feet, and I've whipped you. It is a go?" Bateese stared for a moment, and then his face broke into a wide grin. "You lak ze fight, m'sieu?" "Yes. I love a scrap with a good man like you." One of Bateese's huge hands crawl- ed slowly over the table and engulf- ed David's. Joy Acme on face. "An' you promise give mo 2 t fight w'en you are strong?" 92 I dont 1['11 let you tio st atone easeland mr neck and drop me into the Aim" ' •': iiI .11010' .caztif„oaf:: f.:4:'12r407 CI 7,f:ova Aglittly esam-t 1318.51 e2l1lanaly Mae& vrian Zia llialiuniril Stove IPo Eign ollne Gur.q4 eagy, eilektun Way 2.CD make libel geove itrine omega itayeattfwe zipoa faca ate TOXINS& .1,Z ar RECEIITTS (taveseeee) 1.111aleteeD- ieusseneasa, 51till:=1M trZimccaViZ2 "You are brave garcon," cried the delighted .Bateese. "Up an' dc?vvn ze rivers ees no man w'at can whip Con- combre Bateese!' Suddenly his face grew clouded. "But ze head, m'sieu, he added anxiously. "It will get well quickly if you will help me, Bateese. Right now I want to get up. I want to stretch`neS; legs. Was my head bad?" "Non. Ze bullet scrape ze hair off -so-so-an' turn ze brain seek. I t'ink you be good fighting man in week!" "And you will help me up?" Bateese was a changed man. Again David felt that mighty but gentle strength of his arms as he helped him to his feet. He was a trifle unsteady for a moment. Then, with the half- breed close at his side, ready to catch him if his legs gave way, he walked to one of the windows and looked out. Across the river, fully half a mile away, he saw the glow of fires. "Her camp?" he asked. "Oui m'sieu." "We have moved "Yes, two days - "Why are they here with us?" Bateese gave a disgusted grunt. Becaus' ma belle Jeanne have such leetle bird heart, m'sieu. She say you mus' not have noise near, lak ze talk an' laugh an' ze chansons. She say it disturb, an' zat it mak you worse wit' ze fever. She ees mak you lake de baby, Bateese say to her. But she orey laugh at zat an' snap her leetle w'ite finger. Wait St. Pierre come ! He brak yo'r head wit' hees two fists. I hope we have ze fight before then, m'sieu!" from the tar - down ze river." not camping over (Continued next week) DO NOT NEGLECT YOUR LITTLE ONES At no time of life is delay or neg- ect more serious than at childhood. The ills of little ones come quickly and unless the mother is prompt in administering treatment a precious little life may be snuffed out almost before the mother realizes the baby is ill. The prudent mother always keeps something in the medicine chest as a safeguard against the sud- den illness of her little ones. Thou- sands of mothers have found through experience, that there is no other medicine to equal Baby's Own Tablets and that is why they always keep a box of the Tablets, on hand - why they always feel safe with the Tablets. 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