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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1929-11-29, Page 7{ a j I" ,, y , M d �v v' I -La ol­ 1 � u t ';; , ., ;. ,� r �': a-.. +R'R+�u*"?�Jti 4! 0AF1.• ��.dGlk,N,NC '1.kM' - _ G $a. CM o. J. MOM N a 7_-__• . y -W-- , 11a44uAIL c�-p -... ,--. l_lhono QTc. 0b . X'OiHil`\\T J. EI'UGG1s1ED ]Barrister Solicitor, . Notary Public, Etc. auttlre (Block - - Seaforth, Omt. t, IIB. S. HAYS Barrister, Solicitor ,,,,p Comveyamear Gard Notary ]Public. goliCitor for the Dominion (Bank. Office in rear of time Dominion Bank, Seaforth. 11!`,lonsy to Emma 18361T a 11301T Tllagrlsters, 'Solieitorro,Com+nayaa- cOrm QMd Notaries IPublib, Etc. office H» the, (Edge (Build-ing, oppouirim The 3nvmitor Office. 1'IIEFINI.IINARY c a JOHN GIRRI&VIE, V.S. Honor graduate of Ontario iVeterin- Cao College. All diseases of domestic awmals treated. Calls promptly at- (3aded to and charges moderate. Vat- Grinary Dentistry a specialty. iDffice aid residence on Goderich Street, one dloor east of Dr. Mackay's Office, Sea- Qorth. aT e® A. R. CAMPBELL, V.S. Graduate of Ontario Veterinar College, University of Toronto. AYR diseases of domestic animals treated f�y t h e m o s t modern prinei]lles. Charges reasonable. Day or night ceallrs promptly attended to. Office on min Street, Hensall, opposite Town MFll. Phone 116. M31DIICAIL DR. F. X. IIB. IFORSTIER Eye, (Ear, Nose and Throat Graduate in Medicine, University of 1loronto. ]Late assistant New York Ophthal- 2 aei and Aural Institute, Moorefield's ,a re and holden Square Throat Hos- ' gtaRs, London, ]Eng. At Commercial otel, Seaforth, third Monday in Gach month, from Ill a.m. to 3.m. M Waterloo Street, South, Stratford. FPhone 267, Stratford. Next visit in September. DR. W. C. SPROAT Graduate of Faculty of Medicine, fUnaiversity of Western Ontario, Lon- , don. Member of College of Physic - (bum and Surgeons of Ontario. Ofpica Ca A'berhart's Drug Store, Main St„ Seaforth. Phone 90. G - - I DR.. R. P. 1. DOUGAILL ( IHlonor graduate of Faculty of L4edicine and Master of Science, Uni- 7 varsity of Western Ontario, London. Member of College of Physicians and ( 61eons of Ontario. Office 2 doors , olabt of post office. Phone 56, Hensall, ( (Dutario. 3004-tf . DR. A. NEWTON-BRADY ' Bayfield. ( Graduate Dublin University, Ire - (land. Late Extern Assistant Master Rotunda 'Hbspital for Women and Children, Dublin. Office at residence P.cately occupied by Mrs. Parsons. Hours, 9 to 10 a.m., 6 to 7 p.m.; , S% mdays, 1 to 2 p.m. 2866-26 DR. F. J. BURROWS Office and residence Goderich Street, onat of the Methodist Church, Sea- i 2orth. Phone 46. Coroner for the (County of Huron. DIB. C. MACKAY C. Mackay, honor graduate of Trin- 1 Gty University, and gold medalist of Trinity Medical College; member of tthe College of Physicians and Sur- 1 geons of Ontario. I DLR. H. HUGH (ROSS Graduate of University of Toronto li1aaculty of Medicine, member of Col- Eagge of Physicians and Surgeons of Gntario; pass graduate courses in Chicago Clinical School of Chicago ; ' Royal Ophthalmic Hospital, London. ' 3tmgland; University Hospital, Lon- don, England. Office -Back of Do- ; minion Bank, Seaforth. Phone No. 5. Might calls answered from residence, Victoria Street, Seaforth. DR. J. A. MANN o Successor to Dr. U8- R. ]Rose, Graduate of Northwestern Univers- Qty, Chicago, Ill. Licentiate Royal College of Dental Surgeons, Toronto. Office over Sills' Hardware, Main St., g3eaforth. Phone 151. DR. F. A. BECHlE1LY Graduate Royal College of Dental (Burgeons, Toronto. Office over 49x1. R. Smith's Grocery, Main Street, Sea- gorth. Phones: Office, 185 W; resi- dence, 185.L. CONSULTING lENGU TSEIR S. W. Archibald, B.A:Se. (Tor.), O.IL.S., lRegist'pred Professions En - .near and 14nd Surveyor. Associate IGlember Engineering Institute of Can.. cda. office Seaforth, Ontario. AUCTIIONI MRS, THOMAS BROWN Licensed auctioneer for the counties of Huron and Pertla. Correspondence nrranggements for sale dates can be made by calling The Expositor Office oeaforth. Charges moderate, a n a satisfaction guaranteed. Phone 802. OSCAR IKLOPP Honor Graduate Carey Jlonea' Na- tional School of Auctioneeringg, Chi- ,cago. Special course taken In Pure Brad Live Stock, Real Estate, Nor- eh>sandise and Farm Sales. Mates l" ?waging with prevailing market. 3at- a0fsaction assured.Wateor ,®gear Klopp, Phone ims. 2866-23 R. T. LU !MME Licensed auctioneer for tiara Count aa:2 Huron. Sales attsnd©dl to In art of the county. SevenGram° on - parlance in Manitoba clad da10l atcbo- w am. Terma reasonable. IPhO�,q2�1.,`,�`ti�0 ,0�. Il IP.Wy Il�fd r Ill Exeter, Centralia 6 No. 1. &dens left at TIG ffiu 702 5S_ j:001tor office, Sedorth, P BGG m&GA. � I I l !'' I �"I'll.�a.h. --_ 1. (Continued from last week) Did she feel that shame as he was feeling it � It was ineoncedv'able to thiels otherwise. And for that rea- son, more than all -others, he knew that she would not meet him face to face again -unless he forced that meehinig And 'there was little chance of that, for his pledge with St. Pierre had eliminated her from the after- math of to -morrow's drama, his fight with Bateese. Only when. St. Pierre might stand in a count of law would, there be a,possibility of her eyes meeting his own 'again, and then they would flame with the hat- red that at another time had been in the eye's .of Carmin Fanchet. With the dull stab of a thing that of late had been growing inside him, he wondered what had happened to Carmin Fanchet in the years that had gone since he had 'brought about the hanging of 'her 'brother. Last night and the night before, strange dreams of her had come to him in restless slumber. 'It was disturbing to him that he should wake up in the middle A the night dreaming of her, when he had gone to his bed with a mind filled to overflowing with the sweet presence of Marie -Anne Boulain. And mow his mind reached out poignantly roto mysterious darkness and doubt, given as the darkness of night spread tself in a thickening canopy over the -fives. Gray clouds had followed the sun If a faultl`ess day, and the soars were ienled overhead. When Dwvid turn - A from the wdndow, it was so dark n the cabin that he could not see. HEe did not light the lamps, but made lis way to St. Pierre's couch and sat fown in the silence and gloom. Through the open windows came to zim the cadence of the river and the 'ot•ests. There was silence of human roice ashore, but under him he heard ;he lapping murmur of water as it -ushed under the stern and side of ;he 'bateau, and from the deep timber ame the never -ceasing whisper of the ,pruce and cedar tops, and the sub- lued voice of creatures whose hours of activity had come with the dying ,ut of the sun. I' For a long time he sat in, this dark- ness. And then there came to him a sound that was different than the rther sounds -a low monotone of voic - ,s, the dipping of a paddle and a . -anoe passed close under his windows and up the shore. He paid small at- ention to it until, a little Pater, the am•oe returned, and its occupants carded the 'bateau. It would have ,ousel little im,terest in him then had ie not heard a voice that was thrill- ngly like the voice of a women. He drew his hunched shoulders er- :ct and snared through the darkness o%vard the door. A moment mora and there was no doubt. It was al- most shock that sent the blood leap- n;r suddenly through his ,veins. The nconceiva'ble had happened. It was a'Tarie-Anne out there, talking in a _,w voice to B'ateese! Then there came a heavy knock at lis door, and he heard the. door open. Phrough it he saw the grayer gloom >f the outside night partly shut out a wavy shadow. "M'sieu!" called the voice of Ba- ;eese, "I am here," said David. "You have not gone to 'bed, in lieu." "No." The heavy sh'ado'w seemed to fade away, and yet there still remained a shad -ow there. David's heart thumper] is he noted the slenderness of it. Foi I space there was silence. And then, "Will you light the, lamps, M'sieu @avid?" a soft voice came to him. `I want to come in, and I am afraid If this terrible darkness!" He rose to his feet, fumbling in his socket for matches. XVIIIII He did not turn toward Marie -Anne Ivhe'nn he had lighted the first of the ;neat brass lamps hanging at the side of the bateau. He went to the second, and struack another match, ind flooded the cabin with light. She still stood silhouetted against the darkness (beyond the cabin door arhen he faced her. She was watch - mg him, her eyes intent, her face a little pale, he thought. Then he smil- -d and nodded. 'Ile Could not see a great change in her since this after- noon, except that thence seemed to be a little more fire in the glow of her eyes,. They were looking at him steadily as she smiled and nodded, wide, 'be'autiful eye's in which there was surely no revelation of shame or regret, and no very clear evidence of unhappiness. David stared, and his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. "Why is it that you set in the dark- ness?'( she asked, stepping within and closing the door. "Did you not expect me to return and apologize for leaving you so suddenly this, after- noon? 'It was impol$te. Afterward I was ashamed. But I was excited, M'sieu David. Iy 6, ,,Of course," he hurried to inter- rupt her. "I understand. St. Pierre is a lucky man. I congratulate you --gas well as him. He is splendid, a man in whom you can 'place great faith and confidence." i%e scolded me for running away from you aq I did, M'sieu David. He said I should have shown better court esy than to leave like that one who was a guest in our -home. So I have returned, like a good child, to make amends. "it was not necessa.r9." "Rut you were lonesome and in darknesalit HP nodded. "And besides," she added, go quiet- ly and ralmly that 'he was amazed, e6you know my sleeping apartment is also on the bateau. And St. iP'lerre I ' 1I I I I'� I ,,. t �I I A / t � ) '.� W� M ,C_. _ �M_--� J.`4'r+ttt'..r_ �rCJ��'.'.�- Hr -i -.v t� , ,f ' I': ':1_. made me promise to say good aright to you." "It is an imposition," cried David, the blood rushing to his face, 41you have given up all this to mel 'fllnhy, not let me ,go into that little r+oona forward, or sleep on the raft and you and ;St. ]Pierre,-•-" "St. ]Pierre would not Heave the raft," replied Marie -Anne, turning from him toward the table on which were the books and magazines and her work -basket. "And I like my lit- tle room forward." ":gt. Pierre- 'A He stopped himself. He could see a sudden color deepening in the cheek of St. Pierre's wife as she made pre- tense of looking for something in her hasket. He felt that if he went on he would blunder, if he had not al- ready! blundered. He was uncomfort- able, for he Ibelierved he had guessed the truth. It was not quite rea- sonable to expect that Marie -Anne would come to him like this -on the first night of St. Pierre's homecom- ing. Something had happened over in the little cabin on the raft, he told himself. Perhaps there had been a quarrel - at least ironical implioa- . tions on St. Pierre's part. And his sympathy was with ,St. Pierre. He caught suddenly a little tremble at the corner of Marie -Anne's mouth as her face was turned partly from him, and he stepped to the opposite side of the table so he could look at her fairly. If there had been unpleas- antness in the cabin on the raft, St. Pierre's wife in no way gave evidence A it. The color had deepened to al- most a 'blush in her cheeks, but it ,vas not on account -of embarrassment for one who is embarrassed is not isually amused, and she looked up at zim her eyes were filled 'with the flash if laughter which he had caught her .ips struggling to restrain. Then find - ng a obit of lace work with the needles ' meshed in it, she seated herself, and vgain he was looking down on the lroop -of her long lashes and the se- luctive ,'ow of her lustrous hair. ' Y'es'terday, in a moment of irresist- ble impulse, he had told her how ovely it was as she had dressed it, a rewitching crown of interwoven coils, rat drawn tightly, 'but crumpled and - ;oft, as if the mass of tresses were Dpenly rebelling at closer lcan'fine- ( nent. She had told him the effect { vas entirely accidental, largely due ; ;o carelessness and haste in dressing ; t. Accidental or otherwise, it was ' ;he same to -night, and in the heart if it were the drooping red petals of i flower she had gathered with him ?arly that afternoon. "St. Pierre brought me over," she :aid in a calmly matter-of-fact voice is though she had expected David o know that from the beginning. "He s ashore talking over important natters with Bateese. I am sure he roil] drop in and say good night be - 'ore he returns to the raft. He ask- �d me to wait for him-here.'She •aised her eyes, so clear and un- roubled, so quietly unembarrassed order his gaze, that he would have staked his life she had no suspicion If the confessions which St. Pierre rad revealed to him. 11 you care? Would you rather lut out the lights and go to bed,?" He shook his head. "No. I am ,i -ad. I was beastly lonesome. I had in idea-" He was on the point of 'bluniering again when he caught himself. The >ffect of her so near him was more ;han ever disturbing, in spite of St. Pierre. iHler eyes, clear and steady, ;ret soft as velvet when they lookerz it him, made his tongue and his thoughts dangerously uncertain. "You had an idea, M'sieu David?" "That you would have no desire to ;ee me again after my talk with St. Pierre," he said. "Did he tell you a- Dout it?" I "He said you were very fine, M'sieu David -and that he liked you." "And he told you it is, determine:] that I shall 'fight Bateese in the morning?" "Yes." The one word ,was spoken with a quiet Pack of excitement, even of in- terest -it seemed to belie some of the things. St. Pierre hald told him and he could scarcely believe, looking at her now, that she 'rad entreated her husband to prevent the encounter or that she had betrayed any unusual emotion in the matter at all. "I was afraid you would object, - he could not keep from saying. "it does not seem nice to pull off such a thing as that, when there is a lady about --x--99 "or ladies." ,She caught .him up quickly, and be, saw, a sudden little tightening of her pretty mouth as she turned her eyes to the ,bit of ]'ace work again. "But I do not object, bemuse what -St. ]Pierre says is right -must be right." And the softness, he thought. went altogether, out of the curve of her lips for an instant. In a flash their momentary betrayal of vexation was gone, and St. Pierre's wife had re- placed the work -,basket on the table and was on her feet, smiling at him. There was :something of wild daring in her eyes, sorrnetbing that made him think of the glory of adventure he had seen flaming in her face the night they had run the rapids of the Holy Ghost. "To -morrow will be very unpleas- ant, W%ieu DaviA," she cried softly. "Bate�eae will 'beat you -terribly. To- night we must think of things more agreeable." He hari never seen herr more radi- ant than when she turned toward the piano. What the deuce did It mean? ,Had St. Pierre Ilam making a fool of bim? She actually appeared unlalble to restrain her elation at the thought that IBateese would surely beat hien PeWT T49y, Ably 8=1r:oa on Itlop't =01 Ap >axaabxo fill , ala© fart, in°i 4 ead wish 'lab s i r r,yiaig ',_-T in hid v,rvias, sho, had k? , - �a the .plA'aaQ and ]earl 'Play4d, rk. hen. Now har it 'ars tolaa�haa ,.NF1 °°, y the slarge Zwtes,. A ;<ittle tuuuauba#a t 11 carve in her throat en.'r1 its g eat ' to Maxis] . the she wasdelib;1; . recalling his thou1;hts to the tbir. s' tl ,t had hqp. permed before the ho ng of S... �Pipr - He had A of lighted fie lamp over the piano, and, for sa 444 her darTx eyes smiled aft bout � .'tae half shadow, After a mompnt slp ,began to, WuS. Her voice was Ivry and without ef. fort, untrained, acid subdued as if connssmo.us aaad afraid of its, lindiaa« tions, yet so exquisitely sweet that to David it was a new and still more wonderful revelation of St. ]Pierre's wife. He drew nearer, until he stood close at her side, the dark luster of. hes' hair almost touching his arm, her partly upturned face a bewitch- ing profile in the shadows. Her voice ,grow lower, almost d whisper in its melody, as, if meant for him alone. 119any tunes he had heard the Canadian Boat Song, but never as its words came now from the lips of Marie-jAnne Boulain. "Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at 'St. Ann's our parting hymn; Row, brothers, rove, the stream runs fast, 17he rapids are near, and the day- light's past." . She paused-. Andy David, staring lown at her shining 'head, did noz ;`peak. Her fingers trembled over ;he keys, he could see dimly the sha- low of her long I -ashes, and the spirit- ike scent of crushed violets rose to aim from the soft lace about her hroat and her hair, "It is your music," he whispered. `I have never heard the Boat Song ike that!" He tried to drag his eyes ' from ser face and hair, sensing that he was near -criminal, fihting a mighty im- aulse. The notes under her fingers hanged and again -by chance or de- ign, -she was stabbing at him, bring - ng him face to face with the weak- ness of his flesh, the iniquity of his iesire to reach out his arms and ' rumple her in them. Yet she did not aok up, she did not see him, as she egan to sing "Ave I faria." Ave, Maria, hear my cry! D, guide my path where no harm, no harm is nigh-' As she went on, he knew she had orgotten to think of him. With the everence of a prayer the holy words ; ame from her lips, slowly, softly, rembling with a pathos and sweet- 1 .ess that told David they came not i ]one from the lips, but from the 1 cry soul of 'St. Pierre's wife. And then- 1 i "Oh, Mother, hear me where thou 'art, find guard and guide my aching heart, my aching heart'." 1 The last words drifted away into a ( 0 -ij, ,. . , 1>. _. a, , ...., I P.. .. , .' � 1 . .. sg- ftyok pfiegzlJ wef a§&? 0 HIF In craw c.onzp3 c'-� C:S, vim c9 thaDzdnaazai'a ag t OM& c• , ff - t7cz:M rn�-1 'A' L'-, enL3 D= 7 Ilii PED c ?Eb. n1,•C,,r--, ref-- io =t C c. --m cm'tirtcy2 bims =�* an imenen ser emo. pn2=9n 9=5:=-M'dGm Q gccr l == &O amah mp atr,d P=n- nsill t' cm rraa 1ED3 onv r,� [e, -._:rail Pe mamma aCx- ;t. 71:= am -J? 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His attitude toward Tier s4yt3*(1 �uac�tP,W like that of a man in, ther �i+ ' - of 'a child of whom tae was Basal ® fatherly. sort of way. ' -aectaib as he had a xpmesed it, waz p areAt, and c'are'less. Not as he h enp'a ed it, was parental and Qsi, Xr. for an^instant herd thecae$a fl� it vhisper, and David was glad that he betrayal of the, lover, nes Quggestit vas not lookdng into the face of St. of the husband who earad deeply a 'ierre's wife, for there must have who m'i'ght be made jealous by, az een something there now which it other man. vould Imm 'been sacrilege for him to 'Sitting in darkness thickening wig tare at, as he was staring at her the nearer approach of storm, Davi ;air. recalled lth(4 stab ,of pain mingls No sound of opening door had come with humiliation that had come inl rom behind them. Yet St. Pierre had the eyes of St. Pierre's wife when sl pend it and stood there, watching had stood facing her husband. E hem with a curious humor in eyes heard again, with a new understana r of ing the 1'°w nate of 'pathos in h hat seemed still to hold a glitte he fire that had leaped from the voice as in song she had called upo alf-breed's flaming birch logs. Itis the Mother of Christ to hear her- ,oire was a shock to Carrigan. and help her. He had, not guessed s "Peste, but you are a gloomy pair? the tragedy of it then. Now he kne, e boomed. "Why no light over there and he thought of her lying awake i z the corner, and why sing that death the gloom 'beyond the bullkhead, he ong to chase away, the devil when eyes wet with tears. And St. Pie. lze're is no devil near?" had gone back to his raft, singin Guilt was in David'Is heart, but in the night! W%ilere before there he :were was no sting of venom in St. been sympathy for him, there rose ierre's words, and he was laughing sincere revulsion. There had been t them now, as though what he saw reason for St. Pierre's masterly poi 'ere a pretty joke and amused him. session of himself, and it hal nc "Late hours and shady bowers! I been, as he had thought, because e ay it should 'be a love song or some- his -bigness of soul. It was tbecaus zing livelier," he cried, closing the he had not cared. He was a spleen Dor (behind him and coming toward did hypocrite, playing his game we: leen. "Why .not En Iioulant ma at the (beginning, but betraying th oule, my sweet .Leanne? You know lie at the end. He did not love Mari rat is my favorite." Anne as he, Dave Carrigan, loved hei He suddenly interrupted himself, He had spoken of her as a child, an, ad his voice rolled out in a will he had treated her as a child, an rant that rocked the cabin. was serenely dispassionate in th face of a situation which would ha,v Phe wind is fresh, the wind is free, roused the spirit in most men. An, En roulant ma boule•! suddenly, recalling that thrilling hou he wind is fresh, my love waits me, in the white strip of sand and all the 'Rouli, roulant, m,a 'boule roulant! had happened since, it flashed upm ehind our house a spring you see, David that St. Pierre was using hi In it three ducks swim merrily, wife as the vital moving force in ; nd hunting, the Prince's son went he, game of his own -that under th With a silver gun right fair to masquerade of his apparent faith ani see-" bigness of character he was sacrific ing her to achieve a certain myster 'David was conscious that .St. Pier- ious something in the scheme of hi 's wife had risen to her feet, and own affairs. )w she came out of shadow into light Yet he could not forget the infinit, id he was amazed to see that she faith Marie -Anne Boulain had ex as laughing ,back at St. Pierre, and pressed in her husband. There ha( eat her two fare -fingers were thrust been no hypocrisy in her waiting am . her ears to keep out the bellow of her watching for him, or in her be ,r husband's voice. 'She was not at lief that he would straighten out th 1 discomfited by his unexpected ap- tangles of the dilemma in which sh ;arance, but rather seemed to join had become involved. Nor had ther, the humor of the thing with St. been make-believe in the manner sh ierre, though he fancied he could had left him that day in her eager e something in her face that was ness to go to St. Pierre. Addin, reed and uneasy. .He believed that these facts as he had added th zder the surface of her composure others, he fancied he saw the trut] le was suffering a distress which she staring at him out of the darkness o d not reveal. his cabin room. Marie -Anne love+ St. Pierre advanced and carelessly her husband. And St. Pierre wa itted her shoulder with one of his merely the possessor, careless any g hands, while he spoke to David. indifferent, almost brutally dispas "Has she not the sweetest voice in sionate in his consideration of her. ie world, m'sieu? Did you ever hear A heavy crash of thunder brough sweeter or as sweet? I say it is Carrigan back to a realization of th lough to get down into the soul of impending storm. He rose to his fee man, unless he is already half dead! in the chaotic gloom, facing the 'bulk hat voice head beyond which he was certain S1 He caught Marie -Anne's eyes. Her Pierre's wife lay wide awake. He trie leeks were flaming. Her look, for to laugh. It was inexcusable, he tol n instant, flashed lightning as she himself, to let his thoughts become in tilted him. volved in the family affairs of S1 "Na foi, I speak it from the Pierre and Marie -Anne. That wa Bart," he perrsisted, with a shrug of not his business. Marie -Anne, in th is shoulders. "Am I not right, final analysis, did not appear to b Psieu Carrigan? Did you ever hear especially abused, and her mind wa sweeter voice?" not a child's mind. Probably sh "It is wonderful," agreed Davvid, would not thank him for his interes ondering if he was hazarding too in the matter. She would tell him rush. like any other woman with pride "Good! It fills me with happiness that it was none of his 'business an n know I am right. And now, cherie, that he was presuming upon forbk ood-night! I must return to the den ground. aft." A shadow of vexation crossed Marie Ile went to the window. There wa .nne's face. "You seem in great scarcely a'breath of air, and unfasten aste." ing the screen, he thrust out his tea "Plagues and pests! You are right, and shoulders into the night. It wa 'retty Voice! I am most anxious to so ,black that he could not see th et 'bac'k to my troubles there, and shadow of the water almost withi ou 11reach of his hands, but through tb "Will also bid M'sieu Carrigan good chaos of gloom that lay between hit ight," she quickly interrupted him. and the opposite shore he made out You will at least see me to my single point of yellow light. He wa Dom, St. Piece -e, and safely put away positi,ve the light was in the cabin o Dr the night." the raft. And 'St. Pierre was pro'l She held out her hand to David. ably in that cabin. 'here was not a tremor in it as it A huge drop of rain splashed o iy for an instant soft and warm in his hand, and 'behind him he hear is own. She made no effort to with- sweeping over the forest tops tl raw it quickly, nor did her eyes hide quiokening march of the deluge. The -i heir softness as they looked into his was no crash of thunder or flash c wn. lightning when it broke. Straigl Mutely David stood as they went down, in an inundation, it came os, ut. He beard St. Pierre's loud voice of a sky thick enough to slit with um'bling about the darkness of the knife. Carrigan drew in his hes ight. He heard them pass along the and shoulders and sniffed the swea ide of the liabeau forward, and half freshness of it. He tried again i minute later he knew that St. Pier- make out the light on the raft, but e was getting into his canoe. The was obliterated. ip of a paddle came to him. 'Mechanically he began taking o For a space there was silence, and his clothes, and in a few moments I hen, from far out in the black sba- stood again at the window, make, ow of the river, rolled back the Thunder and lightning had caught u -teat voice of St. Pierre Boulain sing- with the rain, and in the flashes a ng the wild river chant, "En ]roulant fire Carrigan's ghost -whits face sta-. n,a Lloule." ed in the direction of the. raft. 1 At the open window he listened. It his veins was at work an insistez eemed to him that from far over the and impelling desire. Over there wi ivies, where the giant raft lay, there St. Pierre, he was undoubtedly in tI nine a faint answer to the words of cabin, and something might happe he. song. if he, Dave Carrigan, took advantag of storm and gloom to go to the ral XIX. It was almost a presentiment thi With the slow approach of the drew his bare head and sboulders m Corm which was advancing over the through the window, and every bun vilderness, Carrigan felt more poig• ing instinct in him urged him to tl ian.t.ly the growing unrest that was adventure. The stygian darkness w; n him. He heard the last of St. torn again by a flash of fire. In ?