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THE NORMAN DAILY TRANSCRIPT
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SYNOPSIS. i "No, monsieur."
—2— I drew my arm from his grasp, feel-
Adele la Cheanayne, a belle of New ing It tingle with pain where his fin-
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ha? enlisted her Uncle Chevet'n aid 1 up the narrow stairs, glad enough to
agalnnt La Salle D'Artltfny. I-a Rnlle's ,, Bwnv nmi )f „]nno I had mvpp
friend, offers hla service* aa guide to Ca - , p away anu ne alone. I nau never
•lon'a party on the Journey to the wilder- loved Chevet, but he had taught me
Th" un,'le Informs Adele that he to f|,nr h,m for morfi once ,md
ha.>* betrothed her.
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i orphaned girl of seventeen
pledged against her will by a
coarse male relative to marry a
man she loathes, needs a good
and strong friend at this time
more than anything else In the
world. To whom can she turn
for friendship when she has but
two acquaintances? — young
8leur Rene d'Artigny, frontiers-
man and gentleman of France,
and Sister Celeste at the con-
vent. How Adele met her prob-
lem Is told In this Installment.
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
"Yes, monsieur."
"Oh, you're sweet enough with
-words. I have heard you before, and
'found you a sly minx—when my back
was turned—but this time It Is not I
alone who will watch your actions, I
have pledged you a husband."
I got to my feet, staring at him, the
Indignant words stifled In my throat.
He laughed coarsely, and resumed his
meal.
"A husband, monsieur? You have
pledged me?"
"Ay! why not? You are 17, and 'tis
my place to see you well settled."
"But I have no wish to marry, mon-
sieur," I protested. "There Is no man
for whom I care."
He shrugged his shoulders Indiffer-
ently, and laughed.
"Pooh! If I waited for that no doubt
you would pick out some cockerel
without as much as a spur to his heel.
Tls my choice, not yours, for I know
the world, and the man you need.
Monsieur Casslon has asked me to fa-
vor him, and I think well of it"
"Casslon! 8urely you would not wed
me to that creature?"
He pushed back his chair, regarding
me with scowling eyes.
"And where Is there a better? Sacre!
do you think yourself a queen to
choose? 'Tls rare luck you have such
an offer. Monsieur Casslon is going
to be a great man in this New France;
already he has the governor's ear, and
a commission, with a tidy sum to his
credit in Quebec. What more could
any girl desire In a husband?"
"But, monsieur, I do not love him;
I do not trust the man."
"Pah!" He burst into a laugh, ris-
ing from the table. Before I could
draw back he had gripped me by the
arm. "Enough of that, young lady.
He is my choice, and that settles It
Love! who ever heard of love now-
adays? Ah, I see, you dream already
of the young gallant D'Artigny. Well,
little good that will do you. Why what
Is he? a mere ragged adventurer,
without a sou to his name, a prowling
wolf of the forest, the follower of a
discredited fur thief. But enough of
thiB; I have told you my will, and you
obey. Tomorrow we go to Quebec to
the governor's ball, and when Mon-
sieur Casslon returns from his mis-
I experienced his brutality and physi-
cal power. To him I was but a chat-
tel, an Incumbrance. He had assumed
charge of me because the law so or-
dained, but I had found nothing in
his nature on which I could rely for
sympathy. I was his sister's child,
yet no more to him tlian some Indian
waif. More, he was honest abput It.
To his mind he did well by me in thus
finding me a husband. I sank on my
knees, and hid my face, shuddering at
the thought of the sacrifice demanded.
Casslon! never before had the man ap-
peared so despicable. Yet what could
I do? It was useless to appeal to
Chevet, and the governor, La Barre,
would give small heed to a girl ob-
jecting to one of his henchmen.
D'Artigny! The name was on my lips
before I realized I had spoken It, and
brought a throb of hope. I arose to
my feet, and stared out of the window
Into the dark night. My pulses
throbbed. If he cared; If I only knew
he cared, I would fly with him any-
where, Into the wilderness depths, to
escape Casslon.
But how could I reach him with my
tale? There was but one opportunity
—the governor's ball. He would be
there; he had said so, laughingly glanc-
ing toward me as he spoke the words,
the flash of his eyes a challenge. But
It would be difficult. Chevet, Casslon,
not for a moment would they take
eyes from me, and if I failed to treat
him coldly an open quarrel must re-
sult. Chevet would be glad of aft
excuse, and Cession's Jealousy would
spur him on. Yet I must try, and, In
truth, I trusted not so much in Mon-
sieur d'Artlgny's interest in me, as
in his reckless love of adventure.
'Twould please him to play an auda-
cious trick on La Salle's enemies, and
make Casslon the butt ef laughter.
death and the decree of the court, and
of how Chevet compelled you to leave
the convent. I felt him to be honest
and true, and that his purpose was
worthy."
"Sister, you must hear me," I said.
"I have no mother, no friend even to
whom to appeal; I am just a girl all
alone. I despise this man Casslon; I
do not know why, but he seems to be
like a snake, and I cannot bear his
presence. I would rather die than
marry him. I do not think Chevet
trusts him, either, but he has some hold
CHAPTER III.
'Sacre! Do You Think Yourself a
Queen to Choose?"
sion you will marry him—you under-
stand ?"
The tears were in my eyes, blotting
out his threatening face, yet there was
0aught to do but answer.
"Yes, monsieur."
"And this D'Artigny; if the fellow
ever dares come near you again I'll
crush his white throat between my
Angers."
"Yes, monsieur."
"To your room then, and think over
all I have said. You have never found
me full of idle threats I warrant"
I Appeal for Aid.
It had been two years since I was
at Quebec, and It was with new eyes
of appreciation that I watched the
great bristling cliffs as our boat glid-
ed silently past the shore and headed
In toward the landing. Casslon met
us, attired so gayly In rich vestments
that I scarcely recognized the man,
whom I had always seen before in
dull forest garb, yet I permitted him
to take my hand and assist me gal-
lantly to the shore. It was evidently
a gala day, for flags and streamers
were flying from every window of the
lower town, and the narrow, crooked
streets were filled with wanderers
having no apparent business but en-
joyment Never had I viewed so mot-
ly a throng, and I could but gaze about
with wide opened eyes ou the strange
passing figures.
It was all of such Interest I was
glad enough to be finally rid of him,
and be greeted so kindly by Sister
Celeste.
"Three years have changed you
greatly, my child." she said gently,
touching my cheeks with her soft
hands; "but bright as your eyes are,
it is not all pleasure I see in them.
You must tell me of your life. The
older man, I take It, was your uncle,
Monsieur Chevet"
"Yes," I answered, but hesitated to
add more.
"He Is much as I had pictured him,
a bear of the woods."
"He Is rough," I protested, "for his
life has been hard, yet has given me
no reason to complain. 'Tis because
the life is lonely that I grow old."
"No doubt, and the younger gallant?
ne is not of the forest school?"
" 'Twas Monsieur Casslon, commis-
salre for the governor."
"Ah! 'tls through him you have in-
vitation to the great ball,"
I bowed my head, wondering at the
kind questioning in the sister's eyes.
Could she have heard the truth? Ter-
chance she might tell me something
I of the man.
I "He has been selected by Monsieur
I Chevet as my husband," I explained
doubtfully. "Know you aught of the
man, sister?"
Her hand closed gently on mine.
"No, only that he has been chosen
by La Barre to carry special message
to the Chevalier de Baugls in the Illi-
nois country. He hath an evil, sneer-
ing face, and an Insolent manner, even
as described to me by the Sieur d'Ar-
tigny."
I caught my breath quickly, and my
hand grasp tightened.
"The Sieur d'Artigny!" I echoed,
startled Into revealing the truth. "He
has been here? has talked with you?"
"Surely, my dear girl. He was here
with La Salle before his chief sailed
for France, and yesterday he came
again, and questioned me."
"Questioned you?"
"Yes; he sought knowledge of you,
and of why you were in the household
of Chevet. I liked the young man, and
told him all I knew, of your father's
Her Hand Closed Gently on Mine.
and compels him to sell me as though
I was a slave in the market I am to
be made to marry him. I pray you
let me see this Sieur d'Artigny that
I may tell him all, and beseech his
aid."
"But why D'Artigny, my girl? What
is the boy to you?"
"Nothing—absolutely nothing," I
confessed frankly. "We have scarcely
spoken together, but he is a gallant
of true heart; he will never refuse aid
to a maid like me. It will be Joy for
him to outwit this enemy of La Salle.
All I ask is that I be permitted to tell
him my story."
Celeste sat silent, her white hands
clasped, her eyes on the stained glass
window. It was so still I could hear
my own quick breathing. At last she
spoke, her voice still soft and kindly.
"I have no power, child, but I will
speak with the mother superior, and
repeat to her all I have learned. It
shall be as she wills. Walt here, and
you may trust me to plead for you."
She seemed to fade from the room,
and I glanced about, seeing no change
since I was there before—the same
bare walls and floor, the rude settee,
the crucifix above the door, and the
one partially open window, set deep
in the stone wall.
Soon I was dimly aware that some-
one had entered the apartment. It
was the mother superior, looking
smaller than ever in the gloom, and
behind her, framed in the narrow door-
way, his eyes smiling as though In
enjoyment of my confusion, stood
D'Artigny. I climbed down from the
bench, feeling my cheeks burn hotly,
and made obesiance. The mother's
soft hand rested on my hair, and there
was silence, so deep I heard the pound-
ing of my heart.
"Child," said the mother, her voice
low but clear. "Rise that I may see
your face. Ah! it has not so greatly
changed in the years, save that the
eyes hold knowledge of sorrow. Sis
ter Celeste hath told me your story,
and if it be sin for me to grant your
request then must I abide the penance,
for it is in my heart to do so. Until
I send the sister you may speak alone
with Monsieur d'Artigny."
She drew slightly aside, and the
young man bowed low, hat in hand,
then stood erect, facing me, the light
from the window on his face.
"At your command, mademoiselle,"
he said quietly. "The mother tells me
you have need of my services. This
Hugo Chevet—he is a brute. I know—
is his abuse beyond endurance?"
"No, no," I hastened to explain. "In
his way he is not unkind. The truth
is he has lived so long in the woods
alone, he scarcely speaks. He—he
would marry me to Monsieur Cassion."
Never will I forget the look of sheer
delight on his face as these words
burst from me. His hand struck the
bench, and ho tossed back the long
hair from his forehead, his eyes merry
with enjoyment.
"Ah, good! By all the saints, 'tis
even as I hoped. Then have no fear
of my sympathy, mademoiselle. Noth-
ing could please me like a clash with
that perfumed gallant. He doth per-
secute you with his wooing?"
"ne has not spoken, save to Chevet;
yet It is seemingly all arranged with-
out my being approached."
"No doubt they are hand in glove
in the fur trade, and the commissaire
has La Barre's ear Just now. He rode
by yonder in the carriage a moment
since, and you might think from his
bows he was the governor. And this
marriage? when does It take place?"
"On monsieur's safe return from the
great West."
The smile came back to his face.
"Not so bad thnt, for 'tls a long
Journey, and might be delayed,
travel with him, you know, and we
depart at daybreak. What else did
this Chevet have to say?"
"Only a threat that If ever you came
near me again his fingers would feel
your throat, monsieur. He spoke of
hate between himself nnd your father."
The eyes upon mine lost their toler-
ant smile, nnd grew darker, and I
marked the Angers of his hand clinch.
"That was like enough, for my
father was little averse to a quarrel,
although he seldom made boast of it
afterwards. And so this Hugo Chevet
threatened me! I am not of the blood,
mademoiselle, to take such things
lightly. Yet wait—why came you to
me with such a tale? Have you no
friends?"
"None, monsieur," I answered grave-
ly, and regretfully, "other than the
nuns to whom I went to school, and
they are useless in such a case."
He walked across the room, once,
twice, his head bent in thought, and
I watched him, half frightened lest
I had angered him.
"nave I done very wrong, mon-
sieur?"
He stopped, his eyes on my face,
ne must have perceived my perplex-
ity, for he smiled again, and pressed
my hand gently.
"If so the angels must Judge," he
answered stoutly. "As for me, I am
very glad you do me this honor. I
but seek the best plan of service,
mademoiselle, for I stand between you
and this sacrifice with much pleasure.
You shall not marry Casslon while I
wear a sword."
"But not violence, monsieur!"
"Planning and scheming is not my
way, nor am I good at It. A soldier
of La Salle needs more to understand
action, and the D'Artigny breed has
ever had faith In steel. I seek no quar-
rel, yet if occasion arise this messen-
ger of La Barre will find me quite
ready. I know not what may occur.
Mademoiselle; I merely pledge you my
word of honor that Casslon will no
longer seek your hand. The method
you must trust to me."
Our eyes met, and his were kind and
smiling, with a confidence in their
depths that strangely heartened me. Be-
fore I realized the action I had given
him my hand.
"I do, monsieur, and question no
more, though I pray for peace between
you. Our time is up, sister?"
"Yes, my child," she stood in the
doorway, appearing like some saintly
Image. "The mother sent me."
D'Artigny released my hand and
bowed low.
"I still rely upon your attendance at
the ball?" he asked, lingering at the
door.
"Yes, monsieur."
"And may bespeak a dance?"
"I cannot say no, although it may
cost you dear."
He laughed gayly, his eyes bright
with merriment
"Faith! most pleasures do I find; the
world would be dull enough otherwise.
Till then, mademoiselle, adieu."
We heard his quick step ring on the
stone of the passage, and Celeste
smiled, her hand on mine.
"A lad of spirit that. The Sieur de
la Salle picks his followers well, and
knows loyal hearts. The D'Artignys
never fail."
"You know of them, sister?"
"I knew his father," she answered,
half ashamed already of her impulse,
"a gallant man. But come, the mother
would have you visit her."
wtne §nop likely witn otners or nil
kind."
There were servants at the door and
an officer, who scanned the cards of
those in advance of us, yet passed Cas-
slon, with a glance at his face, and
word of recognition. I observed him
turn and stare after me, for our eyes
met, but, almost before I knew what
had occurred, I found myself in a side
room, with a maid helping to remove
my wraps, and arrange my hair.
I will not describe the scene In the
great ballroom, for now, as I write,
the brilliant pageant is but a dim
memory, confused and tantalizing. I
recall the bright lights overhead, and
along the walls, the festooned banners,
the raised dais at one end, carpeted
with skins of wild animals, where the
governor stood, the walls covered with
arms and trophies of the chase, the
guard of soldiers at each entrance, and
the mass of people grouped about the
room.
Many a name reached my ears fa-
mous in those days, but forgotten long
since; and once or twice, as we slowly
made our way through the throng,
Cassion pointed out to me some char-
acter of Importance in the province,
or paused to present me with formal-
ity to certain officials whom he knew.
It was thus we approached the dais,
and awaited our turn to extend felici-
tations to the governor. Just before
us was I>u L'Hut, whose name Cas-
sion whispered in my ear, a tall, slen-
der man, attired as a courier du bols,
with long fair hair sweeping his shoul-
ders. I had heard of him as a daring
explorer, but there was no premonition
that he would ever again come into
my life, and I was more deeply inter-
ested In the appearance of La Barre.
He was a dark man, stern of face,
and with strange, furtive eyes, con-
cealed behind long lashes and over-
hanging brows. Yet he was most gra-
cious to Du L'Hut, and when he turned
and perceived Monsieur Casslon next
in line, smiled and extended his hand
cordially.
"Ah, Francois, and so you are here
at last, and ever welcome. And this,"
he bowed low before me in excess of
gallantry, "no doubt will be the Made-
moiselle la Chesnayne of whose charms
I have heard so much of late. By my
faith, Cassion, even your eloquence
hath done small Justice to the lady.
Where, mademoiselle, have you hidden
yourself, to remain unknown to us of
Quebec?"
"I have lived with my uncle, Hugo
Chevet."
"Ah, yes; I recall the circumstances
now—a rough, yet loyal trader. He
was with me once on the Ottawa—
and tonight?"
He accompanied me to the city,
your excellency, but I have not seen
him since."
"Small need, with Francois at your
beck and call," and he patted me
playfully on the cheek. "I have al-
ready tested his faithfulness. Your
father, mademoiselle?"
"Captain Pierre la Chesnayne, sir."
"Ah, yes; I knew him well; he fell
on the Richelieu; a fine soldier." He
turned toward Cassion, the expression
of his face changed.
"You depart tonight?"
"At daybreak, sir."
"That is well; see to it that no time
is lost on the journey. I have it in
my mind that De Baugls may need
you, for, from all I hear Henri de
Tonty is not an easy man to handle."
"De Tonty?"
"Ay! the lieutenant Sieur de la Salle
left in charge at St Louis; an Italian
WINTER GOLF IS PLEASING INSTITUTION
s*
JEROME D. TRAVERS, OPEN GOLF CHAMPION.
Winter golf, carried into the South, is a pleasing institution. But so far aa
developing championship form, it is entirely useless.
Jerome Travers believed in resting up on the game from October to April.
He found that he came back to play with greater keenness and greater effect.
Oswald Kirkby plays practically no golf between September and April.
Yet Travers and Kirkby have been next to unbeatable between April and
September. On the other side, Phil Cnrter, who won five consecutive tourna-
ments at Plnehurst last winter, failed to win a start after April.
A few weeks of winter golf might be of service. But the man who tries
to put in 12 months' or 11 months' play will soon come upon a stale game with
all keenness erased.
TO INSURE SOCCER PLAYERS
Most Uniqu* Idea Ever Evolved in
Sport Tried Out Successfully
In California.
Probably the most unique idea ever
evolved In sport has been tried out suc-
cessfully in California and is being
considered by soccer football officials
elsewhere. This is the establishment
of a mutual protection insurance com-
pany for the league players. Hereto-
fore soccer players, who are exposed
to many injuries in the course of n
season, played at their town personal
risk nnd many suffered the conse-
quences of their accidents, as the reg-
ular insurance companies will not
handle these hazards.
The California Football association,
which has suffered at various times
through these runs of injuries, finally
has decided to insure its own ath-
letes. Funds are secure^ through a
small assessment of players, through
a sale of programs, and by smokers
and other sources. The plan provides
for compensation up to $50 for any in-
Jury n player may sustain.
HAILED AS COMING CHAMPION
Young Jake Schaefer Thought to Have
Good Chance to Succeed to
Willie Hoppe's Title.
LITTLE PICK-UK
• or 5P0PT -
Soakem Yoakum is still letting them
souk 'im.
CHAPTER IV.
In the Palace of the Intendant.
The huge palace of the intendant,
between the bluff and the river, was
ablaze with lights, and already crowd-
ed with guests at our arrival. I had
seen nothing of Chevet since the
morning, nor did he appear now; but
Monsieur Casslon was prompt enough,
and congratulated me on my appear-
ance with bows, and words of praise
which made me flush with embarrass-
ment.
An officer met us, pointing out the
way, and, after he had assisted us to
descend from the chair, we advanced
slowly over a carpet of clean straw
toward the gayjy lighted entrance.
Soldiers lined the walls on either side,
and overhead blazed a beacon sus-
pended on a chain. It was a scene
rather grotesque and weird in the red
glow, and I took Cassion's arm gladly,
feeling just a little frightened by the
strange surroundings.
"Where is my Uncle Chevet?" I
asked, more as a relief, than because
I cared, although I was glad of his
absence because of D'Artigny.
"In faith, I know not," he answered
lightly. "I won him a card, but he
was scarce gr*clous about it In gome
Young Jake Schaefer has a good
chance of becoming champion billiard-
1st one of these days say those who are
expert In the balk-line game. Schaefer
has been coming along fast and Is soon
due to reach the perfection of his play,
which, his friends think, will place him
He Was a Dark Man, Stern of Face.
they tell me, and loyal to his master.
'Tis like he may resist my orders, and ,
De Baugls hath but a handful with
which to uphold authority. I am not i
sure I approve of your selecting this j
lad D'Artigny as a guide; he may play i
you false."
"Small chance he'll have for any
trick."
Psychologists—scientists of the
human mind—say that the big
emotions are born and devel-
oped in one's unconscious mind
and gradually are ushered into
the conscious mind; for In-
stance, that you may be In love
long before you are actually
aware of the fact. What about
D'Artigny and Adele?
ITO BE CONTINUED.)
Jake Schaefer.
ot the top. Among those who have
been Instrumental in bringing out the
best billiards there is in Schaefer is
Willie lloppe, the champion. Hoppe
was a pupil of the late Jake Schaefer,
the father of the present seeker after
the title, and the Wizard was respon-
sible in large measure for making
floppe the cue wonder he Is today. It
s nothing strange, therefore, that
floppe would in turn Impart much of
lis own knowledge to the son of the
nnn who taught him many of the finer
loints of the greencloth game.
Schaefer Is now twenty-three years old
rnd In his style of play reminds one
< rc!l ly of his father, who was one of
ie p uitvat. exponents of the game.
Aside from being bicycle riders most
of them are sane.
• * *
The Amateur Athletic union has $15,-
567.42 iu its treasury.
* •
Jess Willard doesn't care a thing
for money—in small quantities.
• • *
Milwaukee wants the 1017 Western
Handicap trapshooting tournament.
• • •
Educated toes, it seems, win plaudits
on the gridiron as well as ou the stage.
A caddie is the only spectator who
Is paid for watching a sporting event
* • •
Some minor league clubs made
money last year. The Cardinals, for in-
stance.
• • •
The way some players run bases
you'd think first base was the end of
the world.
• • •
Since Jack Dillon opened his cafe
in Indianapolis he is eager to meet
ull comers.
• • •
New York horse show has distrib-
uted $80:5.005 in prizes since Its inau-
guration in 1883.
• • •
Montreal A. A. has 032 members in
the Canadian army, of which G2 were
killed iu the conflict.
♦ • *
There are times when the ball play-
er is all smiles—the first and fifteenth
of every summer month.
Los Darcy has made more trips to
the United States than any other hu-
man being and ain't here yet.
* * *
Harvard played Its first football
same with Yale at Hamilton park.
New Haven, November 13, 1S75.
* * *
1 he successful boxer these days is
the one whose manager can beat ev-
erybody else to the telegraph office.
* * •
If the war is over next summer the
groat American public will be able to
concentrate its attention on baseball.
• •
The New York American League
club will build a clubhouse at Macon,
Ga., for their spring training quarters.
* * *
One of the chief enjoyments of a
six-day bike race is the warm flop you
get in a secluded corner of the bal-
cony.
• • *
New Iberia, La., ought to be a fine
place for seasoning baseball players.
It is the center of the tabasco sauce
industry.
• * •
Australia, according to information
recently received, has levied a tax of
17 cents on every dollar taken in at
boxing shows.
• • •
"Ball players do not piny their best
when barnstorming," says a critic.
Most of them must think they are barn-
storming all the time.
• • •
The Pittsburgh club Is anxious to
do some trading before the season of
l!fl7 starts. The Pirates have a strong
list of youngsters and will make some
good trades.
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