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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1929-11-15, Page 7;t: e'£ NOIrZiellZ PQIIMIRE SIF'Zx Rupture, Var'iceeelks, Veiso, aihdominal Weakulee 1aD©Qmn- au . Cenoulteitaouu. 'ham, Call or Wrate. Q'1 G: SMIT I, . British plia wages apse:lames, ao uya➢vVuoaeti., brd'al- COE' i, Oat. '820245 w LIiMG L - none No. 91 O]H[N J. HUGGARD - Barrister, Solieitor, Notary Public, Etc. 0atti? I:lock - - Seaforth, Olak ec S. HAUSc arrister, Solicitor, Comveyasncee am4 Notary 1'abllio. Solicitor for the 3/Domaimion Bans. O •i ece in rear of the 'keened= Banes, Seaforth. Mower to Eleam. ca x,51'1° ca MST 1C3!IIrristare, 'n oliiei` •'es, Coaareyaa- Ceneand Not:oleo Public, Etc. *nee ass t !Ia (Edge Building, opposite The litinicoaiitor to , i ee. VLaIr1ERIINARy ■ iJO1!IiIN G I liI VE, V.M. 1$1'onor graduate of (Intal° Veterin- psty College. LAM al'seases of domestic' cs.mh I i EIS treated. Calls promptly at- anded to and charges moderate. Vet- eslio iy Dentistry a specialty. Gee,. Ii1 residence on Goderich Street, one door east of Dr. Mackay's O:' ce, Sea- aartle. A. R. CAF I: ]ELL, . V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinary College, University of Toronto. All dinesses of domestic animals treated taia the most modern principles. Charges reasonable. Day or night galls promptly attended to. 0 ce on Main 'Street, Hensall, opposite Town MIL Phone 116. MEDICAL e DR. F. J. R. FORSTER ]Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of Toronto. Late assistant New York Ophthal- Mei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's Eye and Golden Square Throat Hos- (atels, London, Eng. At Commercial lEotel, Seaforth, third Monday in each month, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. 1 4 Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. 'Phone 267, Stratford. Next visit in September. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, Illnniversity of Western Ontario, Lon • don. Member of College of Physic - Emu and Surgeons of Ontario. Office Ile A'berhart's Drug Store, Maiu St., 1$eafrorth. Phone 90. e DR. R. P. I. DOUGALL Honor graduate of Faculty of Medicine and Master of Science, Uni- versity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and f8'mrgeons of Ontario. Office 2 doors oast of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, Ontario. 3004-tf o DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY i::: yfield. Graduate Dublin University, Ire - d. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda Hospital for Women and Glerfldren, Dublin. Office at residence lately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. !sours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.; Sundays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26 DR. F. J. BURRO \" S Office and residence Goderich Street, =let of the Methodist Church, Sea- 4o+rth. Phone 46. Coroner for the County of Huron. DR. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- Q University, and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of tris College of Physicians and Sur - eons of Ontario. DR. H. HUGH ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto ^ acuity of Medicine, member of Col - lege of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Cinical School of Chicago ; E;.•„yal Ophthalmic Hospital, London, (England; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back of Do- minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Night calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR- J. A. MUNN Successor to Dr. R. R. Ross Graduate of Northwestern Univers- My Chicago, I11. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Vice over Sills' Hardware, Main St., Seaforth. Phone 151. DR. F. J. IBECHELY Graduate Royal College of Dental . Surgeons, Toronto. Office over W. R. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea- 4orth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi- dence, 18'5 J. 3055-tf CONSULTING ENGINEER S. W. Archibald, B.A.Sc. (Tor.), O.L.S., Registered Professional En- eineer and Land Surveyor. Associate Member Engineering Institute of Can- ada. Office Seaforth, Ontario. AUCTIIONEERS e THOMAS u;ROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Perth. Correspondence arrangements for sale dates can be made by calling The Expositor 0�ice Seaforth. Charges moderate, a n d satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 802. OSCAR KLOPP onor Graduate Carey Jones' Na- tional School of Auctioneering, Chi- cago. Special course taken in Pure ended Live Stock, Real Estate, Mer- chandise and Farm Sales. Rates in Reaping with prevailing market. Sat - Infection assured. Write or wire, Omar Klopp, Zurich, Ont. hPhone, 18-':' : . 25 R. T. LID: Eglik Licensed auctioneer for the County of Huron. Sales 'Attendedl to in all partsrts of the county. Selects ears:' o- perlence in Manitoba and Saokatehe- pan. Terms reasonable. Photos I o 11$9 r 11 E>reter, Centralia P.O., 1.2. No. 1. Orders left at iThi e mule=rmule=@la sItor Oace, Se A r orth, prosi aptly at. Ij (Continued from last week) Again he look• et St. Pierre. And this was the en:l n who wine no m atelk foe Conocmmbre Baateesel It was ln- con:r�aiva;, e. Yet he heard Masie- A'mee% voice repeating those words in 'his ear. But she had sane- ly e ly (been yoking with him. She had! been storing up this little surprise for him.him.'She !a n .I wanted him to disccwer with his own eyes what a splendid man was this chief, of the Boulains. And yet, as David stared, there came to him an. unpleasant thought of the incongruity of this thing he was look- ing upon. lit struck upon him like a clashing disponi, the fact of mate - hood between these two -a conditioninconsistent and out of tune with the beautiful things he had built up in his mind about the woman. In his soul he had enshrined hem as a love- ly wildflower, easily crushed, easily destroyed, a sweet treasure to be guarded from all that was rough and savage, a little violet -goddess' as fra- gile as she was brave and loyal. And St. Pierre, standing theme at the edge of his raft, looked as if he had come up out of the caves of a million years ago! There was something barbaric about him. He needed only a club and a shield and the skin of a -beast about his loins to (transform him into pre- historic man. At least these were his first impressions -impressions rous- ed by thought of Marie -Anne's slim, beautiful body crushed close in the embrace of that laughing, powerful - lunged giant. Then the reaction swept over him. St. Pierre was not a monster, even though his disturbed mind unconsciously made an effort to conceive him as such. There were gladness and laughter in his face. There was the contagion of joy and good cheer in the voice that boomed over the water. Laughter and shouts answered it from the shore. The row- ers in Marie -Anne's York boat burst into a wild and exultant snatch of song and made .their •oars fairly crack. There came a solitary yell from Andre the Broken Man, who was close to the head of the raft now. And from the raft itself came a slowly swelling volume of sound, the urge and voice and exultation of redsblooded men a - thrill with the glory of this day and the wild freedom of their world. The truth carne to David. St. Pierre Bou - lain was the beloved Big Brother of his •people. mui He waited, his scies tense, his jaws set tight. Good medicine, he called it 'again, a righteous sort of punishment set upon him for the moral cowardice he had betrayed in falling down in worship at the feet of another man's wife. The York boat was very close to the head of the raft now. He saw .Marie -Anne herself fling a rope to St. Pierre. Then the boat swung alongside. In another moment St. Pierre had lean- ed over, and Marie -Anne was with him on the raft. For a space evetry- thing else in the world was obliterat- ed for David. He saw St. Pierre's arms -gather the slim form into their embrace. He saw Marie -Ar ie'a hands go up fondly to the bearded face. And t Jlbhen'---- Carrigan cut the picture there. He turned his shoulder to the raft and snapped the binoculars in the case at his belt. Some one was coming in h 1is direction from the 'bateau. It as the riverman who had 'brought to Marie -Anne the news of St. Pierre's I rrival. David went down to meet him. From the foot of the ridge he again turned his eyes in the direction of the raft. St. Pierre and Marie - Anne were just about to enter the little cabin built in the center of the drifting mass of timber. %V It was easy for Carrigan to guess why the riverma.n had turned back for him. Men were busy about the bateau,• and Gonoombre Bateese stood ile the stern, a long pole in his hands, giving 'commands to the others. The bateau was beginning to swing out in- ob Athe stream when he leaped aboard. wide grin spread over the half- breed's face. He eyed David keenly and laughed in his deep chest, an 'm- istakable suggestiveness in the note of it. "You look seek, m'sieu," he said in an undertone, for David's ears alone. 'You look ver' unhappy, an' pale lak leetle boy! W at .happen w'en you Took t'rougih ze glass up there, eh.? Or ees it zat you grow frighten be- cause ver' soon you stan' up an' fight Concombre Bateese? Eh, coq de lyruyere? Eees it sat?" A quick thought came to David. "Is it true that St. Pierre can not whip you, Bateese?" Bateese threw out his chest with a mighty intake of breath. Then he exploded: "No man en all T'ree River can w'ip Coneambre Bateese." "And St. Pierre is a powerful man, meed David, letting his eyes travel slowly from the half.tbreed's `moo- easined feet to the top of his head "I measured him well through the glasses, Bateese. It will be a great fight. But I shall whip you!" He did not wait for the half-breed to reply, but'went into the cabin and closed the door 'behiird him. He dM not like the taunting note of sug- gesttiveness in the other's words. Was it possible that Bateese suspected the true state of his mind, that he was in love with the wife of St. Pierre, and that his heart was sick because of what he had seen aboard the raft? lie flushed hotly. It made him un- eomfortamle to feel that even the half breed might have guessed his humilia- tion. iievid looked through the window toward the raft. The tbaiteau was drifting downstream, possibly a hun- dred feet from the shore, but it was quite evident that Concombre Bateese was making no effort to bring it close to the floating mass of timber which had made no change in its course down the river. David's mind painted swiftly wh t was happening in the cabin into which (Marie -Acme and St. "'ierre had disappeared. At this m'oanenrt. Marie -Anne was telling of him, of the advent}are in the hot pateh of sand. iii e fancied the sup- pressed excitement in her voice as she unburdened herself. He saw St, Pierre's face darken, his muscles tighten -and crouching in silesace, he seemed to see the misshapen hulk of Andre, the Broken Man, listening to what .was passing between the other two. And he heard again the mad monotone of Andre's voice, crying plaintively, "Has any one seen Black Roger Audemard?" His blood ran a little faster, and his old craft was a dominantly living thing within him once more. Love had dulled both his ingenuity and his desire. Per a space a thing had ris- en before him that was mightier than the majesty of the Law, and he had tried to miss the bull's eye -because of his love for the wife of .Sit. Pierre Boulain. Now he shot squarely for it, and the bell rang in his brain. Two times two again made four. Facts assembled themselves like arguments in flesh and blood. Those facts would have convinced Superintendent McVane. and they now convinced Dav- id. iHe had set out to get Black Roger Audemard, alive or dead. And Black Roger, wholesale murderer, a monster who had painted the black- est page of crime known in the his- tory of Canadian law, was closely and vitally associated with !Marie -Anne and St. Pierre Boulain! The thing was a shock but Carri- gan no longer tried to evade the point. His business was no longer with a man supposed .to be a thou- sand or fifteen hundred miles farther north. It was with Marie -Anne, St. Pierre, and Andre, the Broken Man. And also with Concombre Bateese. He smiled a little grimly as he thought of his approaching battle With the half breed. St. Pierre would be astounded at the proposition he had in store for him. But he was sure that St. Pierre would accept. And then, if he won the fight with Bateese---- The smile faded from his lips. His face grew older as he looked slowly about the bateau cabin, with its sweet and lingering whispers of a woman's presence. It was a part of her. It breathed of her fragrance and her (beauty; it seemed to be wait • ing for her, crying softly for her re- turn. Yet once had there been an- other woman even lovelies tha:a the wife of 54. Pierre. He had not hesi- tated then. Without great effort he had triumphed over the loveliness of Carmin Fanchet and had sent her brother to the hangman. And now, as he recalled those days, the truth came to him that even in the darkest hour Carmin Fanchet had made not the slightest effort to buy him off with her beauty. She had not tried to lure him. She had fought proudly and defiantly. And had Marie -Anne done that? His fingers clenched slow- ly and a thickening came in his throat. Would she tell St. Pierre of the many hours they had spent to- gether? Would she confess to him the secret of that •precious moment when she had lain close against _his breast, her amps about him, her face pressed to his? Would she speak to him of secret hours, of warm flushes that had come to her face, of glow- ing fires that at times had burned in her eyes when he had been very near to her? Would she reveal everything to St. Pierre --Thar husband? He was powerless to combat the voice that told him so. Carmin Fanchet had fought him openly as an enemy and had not employed her beauty as a weapon. Marie -Anne had put in his way a great temptation. What he was 'thinking seemed to him like a sacrilege, yet he knew there could be no discriminating distinctions between weapons, now that he was determin- ed to play the game to the end, for the Law. When Carrigan -went out on deck, the half-breed was sweating from his exertion at the stern sweep. He look- ed at the agent de police who was going to fight him, perhaps to -mos -- row or the next day. There was a change in Carrigan. He was not the same man who had gone into the cab- in an hour before, and the fact im- pressed itself upon Bateese. There was something in his appearance that held back the loose talk at the end of Coneomhre's tongue. And so it was Carrigan himself who spoke first. "When will this man St. Pierre come to see me?" he demanded "If he doesn't come soon, I shall go to him." For an instant Concommre's face darkened. Then as he bent over the sweep with his great hack to David, he chuckled audibly, and said: "Would you go, m'sieu? Ah -it is le malade d'amour over there in the eabin. Surely you would not break in upon their love -making?" Bateese did not look over his shoul- der, and so he did not see the hot flush that gathered in David's face. But David was sure he knew it was there and that Concombre had guess- ed the truth of matters. There was a sly note in his voice, as if he could not quite keep to himself his exulta- tion that beauty and bright eyes had played a clever trick on this man who, if his own judgment had been fol- lowed, would now be resting peace- fully et the bottom of the river. It was the final stab to Carrigan. His muscles tensed. For the first time he felt the desire to shoot a naked fist into the grinning mouth of Con- combre Bateese. He laid a hand on the half-breed's shoulder, and Ba- teese turned about slowly. He saw what was in the other's eyes. 0.4 ,>*i 1014 14 .w c . ' t' F enr�'ure it will 11-040 flat 7 o; lbw ase, said 1%,,v1,41 quietly. °galas it amorrow--.i1 the morning. if aria w Tahe word to. S. Pierre that I ll Make him . a'. great wager tha I iyiat, a gardele qo large that I 'thi>uk he 'will be .sera .4 to (cover it. For I don't think mama of this :St Pierre 0 Yours, Idtst4ise. believe him ,,., be as big- indegi blue like yourself. And also a coward Mark my word, he will be ea much afraid that he will not accept my wager!" Bateese did not answer. He was looking over David?s shoulder. seemed not to have heard what the other had said, yet there had come a sudden gleam of egultation in his eyes, and he replied, still gazing to- ward the r rt. 80Diantre„ m'sien coq de bruyere maykeep ze beeg ward in hares picot'! Seal-iSt. Pierre, he ees comi& to answer for laislaelf. Jason Divas, 11 lope he does not wring ze leetle rooster's neck, for zit would spoil wan great, gran' fight ttap-moru+tn ri" David turned toward the (big raft. At the distance, which separated thein he could make out the giant figure of St. Pierre ]Boulain getting into a can- oe. The humped -up 8, orm already in that canoe he knew was the Broken Man. He could net see Marie -Anne. Very lightly (:.tease touched his arm. "Melee elee will go into ze cabin." he suggested softly. "If somet'ing happens, it ees lees' too many eyes• do not see it. You understan', m'aaeu agent de •police?" Carrigan nodded. "I understand," he said. e XVI In the cabin David waited. He did not look through the window to watch St. Pierre's approach. He sat down and picked up a magazine from the table upon which Marie -Anne's work basket lay. Ile was pool as ice now. His blood flowed evenly and his pulse beat unhurriedly. Never had he felt himself more his own master, more like grappling with a situation. St. Pierre was coming to fight. He had no doubt of that. Perhaps not physi- cally, at first. But, one way or an- other, something dynamic was bound to happen in the bateau cabin within the next half-hour. Now that the impending drama was close at hand. Carrigan's scheme of luring St. Pierre into the making of a stupendous wa- ger seemed to him rather ridiculous. With calculating coldness he was forced to concede that St. Pierre would be .somewhat of a fool to ac- cept the wager he had in mind, when he was so completely in St. Pierre's power. For (Marie -Anne and the chief of the Boulain, the bottom of the river would undoubtedly be the best and easiest solution, and the half-brreed's suggestion might be act- ed upon after all. As his mind charged itself for the approalching struggle.. David (found himself staring at a double page in the magazine given up entirely to impossibly slim young creatures ex- hibiting certain bits of illusive and mysterious feminine apparel. Marie - Anne had expressed her approbation in the form of pencil notes under sev- eral of them. Under a cobwebby af- fair that wreathed one of the slim figures he read, "St. Pierre will love this!" There were two exclamation points after that particular notation! David replaced the magazine ou the table and looked toward • the door. No, St. Pierre would not hesitate to put him at the bottom of the river, Mr her. Not if he, Dave Carrigan, made the solution of the matter a necessity. There 'were times, he told himself, when it was confoundedly embarrassing to force the letter of the law. And this was one of them. He was not afraid of the river bot- tom. IHe was thinking again of Marie -Anne. The scraping of a canoe against the side of the bateau recalled him sud- denly to the moment at hand. He heard low voices, and one of them, he knew, was St. Pierre's. For an interval the voices continued, fre- quently so low that he could net dis- tinguish them at all. For ten min- utes he waited] impatiently. Then the door swung open and St. Pierre came in. -Slowly and coolly David rose to meet him. and at the same moment the chief of the Boulain closed the door behind him. There was no greeting in Carrigan's manner. He was the Law, waiting, unexcited, sure of himself, impassive as a thing of steel. He was ready to fight. He expected to fight. It only remained for St. Pierre to show what sort of fight it was to be. And he was am- azed at St. Pierre, without betraying that amazement. In the vivid light that shot through the western win- dows the chief of the Boulains stood looking at David. Ile wore a gray flannel shirt open at the throat, and it was a splendid throat David saw, and a splendid head above it, with its reddish beard and hair. But what he saw chiefly were St. Pierre's eyes. They were the sort of eyes he dis- liked to find in an enemy -a grayish, 'steely blue that reflected sunlight like polished flint. But there was no flash of battle -glow in them now. St. Pierre was neither excited nor in a had humor. Nor dill Carrigan's atti- tude appear bo disturb him in the least. He was smiling; his eyes glowed with almost, boyish curiosity as he stared appraisingly at David - and then, slowly, a low chuckle of laughter rose in his deep chest, and he advanced with an outstretched 1h �✓ .�t�: suti/P 61.0i d 117 V, t cool %Web:1i� As t t i ?west to , 06� "3`>T �i7L�b�ze� °k a3y QQ!►`�le s�il� �`p� or q ai c t+U�111��� �7iAg the The CAtSi Sqh ' Ca. 11.&.TnNe.cL: Mak �uek`s`sa ; Au -TrAtIA..kiriCai hand. "I am St. Pierre Boulain," he said. "I have heard a great deal about you, Sergeant Carrigan. You have .iad an unfortunate time!" Had the man advanced menacing- ly, David would have felt more com- fortable. It was disturbing to have this giant come to him with an ex- tended hand of apparent friendship when he had anticipated an entirely different sort of meeting. • And St. Pierre was laughing at him! There was no doubt of that. And he had the colossal nerve to tell him that he had been unfortunate, as though be- ing shot up by somebody's wife was a fairly decent joke! !Carrigan's attitude did not change. He did not reach out a hand to meet the other. There was no responsive glimmer of humor in his eyes or on bis lips. And seeing these things, St. Pierre turned his extended hand to the open box of cigars, so that he stood for a moment with his back to- ward him. "It's funny." he said, as if speak- ing to himself, and with only a draw- ling note of the French patois in his voice. "I come home, find my Jean- ne in a terrible mix-up, a stranger in her room -and the stranger re- fuses to let me laugh or shake hands with him. Tonnerre, I say it is fun- ny! And my Jeanne saved his life, and made him muffins, and gave him my own bed, and walked with him in the forest! Ah, the ungrateful cochon!" He turned, laughing openly, so that his deep voice filled the cabin. "Vous avez de la corde de .pendu, m'sieu- yes, you are a lucky dog! For only one other man in the world would my Jeanne have done that. You are lucky because you were not ended behind the rock; you are lucky be- cause you are not at the bottom of the river; you are lucky-" He shrugged his big shoulders hopelessly. "And now, after all our kindness and your good luck, you wait for me like an enemy, m'sieu_ Diable, I can not understand!" For the life of him Carrigan coup not, in these few moments, measure up his man. He had said nothing. He had let St. Pierre talk. And now St. Pierre stood there, one of the finest men he had ever looked upon, as if honestly overcome by a great won- der. And yet behind that apparent incredulity in his voice and manner David sensed the deep underflow of another thing. St. Pierre was all that Marie'Ann•e had claimed for him, and more. She had given him assurance of her unlimited confidence that her husband could adjust any situation in the world, and Carrigan conceded that St. Pierre measured up splendid- ly to that particular type of man. The smile had not left his face; the good humor was still in his eyes. David smiled back at him coldly. He recognized the cleverness of the other's .play. St. Pierre was a man who (would smile like that even as he fought, and Carrigan loved a smiling fighter, even when he had to slip steel bracelets over his wrists. "I am SergSant Carrigan of 'N' Di- vision, Royal Northwest Mounted Po- lice," he said, repeating the formula of the law. "Sit down, St. Pierre, and I will tell you a few things that have happened. And then "Non, non, it is not necessary, m"lieu. I have already listened for an hour, and I do not like to hear a story twice. You are of the police. I love the police, They are brave men, and brave men are my brothers. You are nut after Roger Audemard, the reseal! is it not so? And you were shotat behind the rock hack there. Von were almost killed. Ma foi, and it was my Jeanne who did the shooting! Yes, she thought you were another man." The chuckling, drum -like note of laughter came a- gain out of St. Pierre's great chest. "It was had shooting. I have taught her better, hut the sun was blinding there in the hot, white sand. And after that I know everything that hal happened. Bateese was wrong.'( shall scold him for wanting to tont you at the bottom of the river--per-- haps. •Oui, ce que femme vent, Died le veut-that is it. A woman must have her way, and my Jeanne'a gen- tle heart was touched because you were a brave and handsome man, M'sieu Carrigan. .But I am not jeal- ous. jealousy is a worm that does not make friendship! And we shall be friends. Only as a friend could I take you to the Chateau Boulain, far up on the Yellowknife. And we are going there." In spite of what might have been the entirely proper thing to do at this particular moment, Carrigan's face broke into a smile as he drew a second chair up close to the table. He was swift to readjust himself. It came suddenly back to .him how he had grinned behind therock, when death seemed close at hand. And St. Pierre was like that now. Darold mea- sured him again as the chief of the Boulains sat down opposite him. Such a man could not' be afraid of anything on the face of the earth, even cf the Law. The gleam that lay in his eyes told David that as they met his own over the table. "We are smiling now because it happens to please us," Dav- id read in them. "But in a moment, if it is necessary, we shall fight." Carrigan leaned a little over the table. "You know we are not going to the Chateau Boulain, St. Pierre," he said. "We are ,going to stop at Fort tMogurray, and there you and your wife must answer for a number of things that have happened. There is one way out -possibly. That is largely up to you. Why did your wife try to kill me behind the rock? And 'what did you know about Black Roger Audemard?" St. Pierre's eyes did not for an in- stant leave Carrigan's face. Slowly a change came into them; the smile faded, the blue went out, and up from behind seemed to come another pair of eyes that were hard as steel and cold as ice. Yet they were not eyes that threatened, dor eyes that betray- ed excitement or passion. And St. Pierre's voice, when he spoke, lacked the deep and vibrant note that had been in it. It was as if he had plac- ed upon it the force -of a mighty will, chaining it back, just as something hidden and terrible lay chained behind his eyes. "Why play like little children, M'sieu Carrigan?" he asked. "Why not come out squarely, honestly, like men? I know what has happened. Mon Dieu, it was bad! You were almost killed, and you heard that poor wreck, Andre, call for Roger Audemard. My Jeanne has told you about that -how I found him in the forest with his broken mind and body. And about my Jeanne " St. Pierre's fists grew into knotted lumps on the talble. "Non. I will die -I will kill you -before I will tell you why she shot at you behind the rock! We are men, both of us. We are not a- fraid. And you -in my place -what would you do, m'sieu?" In the moment's silence each man locked steadily at the other. "I would-eflght," said David slow- ly. "If it was for her, I am pretty sure I would fight." He believed that he was drawing the net in now, that it would catch St. Pierre. He leaned a little farther over the table. "And I, too, must fight," he added. "You know our law, St. Pierre. We don't go back without our man -un- less we happen to die. And I would he stupid if I did not understand the situation here. It would be quite easy for you to get rid of me. But I don't believe you are a murderer, even if your Jeanne tried to he." A flicker of a smile crossed his lips. "And Marie -Anne --I beg pardon! - your wife------" St. Pierre interrupted him. "It will please me to have you call her Marie - Anne. And it will please her also, _m'sieu. Dieu, if we only had eyes that, could see what is in a woman's heart! Life is funny, m'sien. It is a great joke, I swear it on my soul!" He shrugged his shoulders, smiling again straight into David's eyes. "See what has happened! You set out for a murderer, My Jeanne makee a great mistake and shoots y'ou. Then she pities you, saves your life, brit ig you here, and --ma foi! it is true--. learns to care for you more than she should! But that does not make me want to kill you. Non, her happiness is mine. Dead men tell notales, m'sieu. but there are times when liv- ing men also keep tales to themselves. And that is what you are going to do, M'sieu Carrigan. You are going to keep to yourself the thing that hap- pened behind the rook. You are ‘go- ing to keep to yourself the eaumblings of our poor made Andre. Never will they pass your lips. I know. I swear it. J stake my life on it!" St. Pierre was talking slowly and unexcitedly. There was an immeasurable confi- dence in his deep voice: It did not imply a threat or a warning. He was sure of himself. And his eyes had deepened into blue again and were almost friendly. "You would stake your life?" re- peated Carrigan questioningly. "You• would do that?" (Continued next week) Who can remember when the girl who could choose between a dozen suitors eventually married only one of them? -Detroit News. LONDON AND WINGIEAM North. a.m. p.m. Centralia 10.36 5.51 Exeter 10.49 6.04 Hensall 11.03 6.18 K.ippen 11.08 6.23 Brucefield 11.17 6.22 .(163) (1651i Clinton 11.53 6.52 Londesboro 12.13 7.12 Blyth 12.22 7.21 12.34 7.38 12.50 7.55 Belgrave Wingham South. Wingham Belgrave Blyth Londesboro Clinton Brucefield Kippen Hensall Exeter Centralia .m. 6.55 7.15 7.27 7.35 7.56 7.58 (162) 8.22 8.32 8.47 8.59 C. N. R. TIME TA East. 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