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At Mm Nnm of Hut* Chevet
It *u early utuii (ar tbe clue-
tera or grapM above me were already
purple. tad the forest Uavsa wom
tinged with red. And yet tbe air wu
•oft and tha golden bara of ana flick-
•red dowa on tbe work In my lap
through the laced branchee of fee
trellis. The work waa but a pretense.
Cor I had flad tha hooae to eecape the
voire of Monaleur Caaaton who waa
•tilt urgtnf my uncle to accompany
him on bla Journey Into the wilder-
neaa. They aat tn the great room bo-
fore the flraplaoa, drinking, and I had
heard enough already to tell me there
waa treachery oa foot agalnat the Sleur
da la Ball*. To b* aura It waa noth-
ing to hm, a girl knowing naught of
•ucb Intrigue, yet I had not forgotten
the day. three yeara before, wben tbla
La Salle, with othera of hla company,
had halted before the Uraullne con-
vent. and the alatera bade tbem wel-
come for the night. Twaa my part
to help aerve. and he bad atroked my
hair In tenderoeae. I had aung to
them, and watched hla face In the fire-
light aa be llatoned. Never would I
forget that face, nor believe evil of
eucb a man. No! not from the Up* of
Caaalon nor even from the governor.
La Barn.
I recalled It all now. aa I aat then
tn the alienee, pretending to work, bow
we watched tbem embark In tbelr ca-
noe* and disappear, the Indian ped-
dlers bending to tbelr teak, and Mon-
eleur la Salle, atandlng, bareheaded
•a he waved farewell. Beyond him
waa the dark face of one they called
De Tonty, and In the Qrat boat a mere
boy lifted hia ragged hat, I know not
why, but the memory of that lad waa
clearer than all those others, for he
bad met me In the hall and we had
talked long In the great window ere
the sister came, and took me away. So
I remembered blm, and his name.
Bene d'Artlgny. And In all thoae
yeara I heard no more. Into the block
wilderness they swept and were loat
to those of ns at home In .New Prance.
No doubt there wore those who
knew—Frontenac, Bigot, those who
ruled over us at Quebec—but 'twaa
sot a matter supposed to Interest a
girl, and so no word came to me. Once
I asked my Uncle Cbevet, and be re-
plied in anger with only a few sen-
tences, bidding me bold my tongue;
yet he said enough so that I knew the
Sleur de la Salle lived and had built
a fort far away, and was buying furs
of the Indians. It was this that
brought Jealousy and hatred. Once
Monsieur Casslon came and stopped
with us. and as I waited on him and
Uncle Cbevet, I caught words which
told me that Frontenac was La Salle's
friend, and would listen to no charges
brought against him. They talked of
a new governor: yet I learned but lit-
tle, for Casslon attempted to kiss me,
and I would wait on him no more.
Then Frontenac was recalled to
France, and La Barre was governor.
How pleased my Uncle Chevet was
when the news came, and he rapped
the table with his glass and exclaimed:
"Ah! but now we will pluck out the
claws of this Sleur de la Salle, and
send him where he belongs." But he
would explain nothing, until a week
later. Casslon came up the river In
bis canoe with Indian paddlers, and
stopped to hold conference. The man
treated me with much gallantry, so
that I questioned blm, and be seemed
happy to answer that La Barre had al-
ready dispatched a party under Che-
valier de Baugls, of the King's Dra-
goons to take command of La Salle's
Fort St Louis In the Illinois country.
La Salle had returned, and was al-
ready at Quebec, but Caisson grinned
as he boasted that the new governor
would not even give him audienco.
Bah! I despised the man, yet I lin-
gered beside hla, and thus learned
that La 8alle's party consisted of but
two voyageura, and the young Sieur
d'Artlgny. I was glad enough when
he went away, though I gave him my
band to kiss, and waved to blm brave-
ly at the landing. And now he waa
back again, bearing a message from
La Barre. andjMeklng volunteers for
dome western voyage of profit Twaa
of no intereet to me unleaa my uncle
Joined In the enterprise, yet I waa
kind enough, for he brought with blm
word of the governor's bail at Quebec,
and bad won the pledge of Chevet to
take me there with blm. I could be
gracious to blm for that and It waa
on my gown I worked, aa the two
planned and talked In secret What
they did waf nothing to me now—all
my thought waa on the baU. What
would yon? I waa 17.
The grape trellis ran dowa toward
the river landing, and from where I
eat in the cool shadow, I could aee the
broad water gleaming In the aun. Sud-
denly, as my eyea uplifted, the dark
outline of a canoe awept Into the vista,
and the aplaahing paddlea turned the
prow inward toward our landing. I
did not move, although I watched with
Interest for It waa not the time of
year for Indian traders, and the**
were white men. I could aee thoae at
tlx- paddlea, voyageura, with gay
riotb* about their bee da; bat the ost
In the stern wore a hat tha Ma
coaling hla fhea, ud 4 hla* mt I
knew apt wh* It eould b* aattl th*
prow toachad th* hank, aad be atepped
aabore. Thaa I knew, tad bent low
over ay sewing, aa though I bad aeea
nothing, although my heart boat faat
Through lowered laaba* I aaw him
fir* brief order t* th* m*n, and then
advance toward the bouse alone. Ah!
bat thla waa not the alender, laughing
eyed boy of three yeara before. Tb*
wUderneaa bad made of blm a man—
a soldier. Be paused an Instant t*
gat* about, and held bla hat In hla
band, the aun touching hla tanned
cheeka, and flecking th* long, light
colored hair.
"Mademoleello," b* aald gently,
"pardon me, but la not thla the bom*
of lingo Cbevet, the fur traderf'
1 looked up Into bla face and bowed
as be awept the earth with bis bat,
seeing at a glance that he had no re-
membrance of me.
"Tea.** I answered. "If you aeek
blm. rap on the door bevond."
'"Tie not so much Chevet 1 aeek,"
be aald, abowlng no Inclination to paaa
He Pauaed an Inatant to Gaze About
and Held Hla Hat In Hla Hand.
me, "but one whom I understood to be
his guest—Monsieur Francois Cas-
slon."
"Tho man Is here," I answered
quickly, yet unable to conceal my sur-
prise, "but you will find blm no friend
to Sleur de la Salle."
"Ah!" and he stared at me Intently.
"In the name of the saints, what is
the meaning of this? Tou know me
then?" •
I bowed, yet my eyes remained hid-
den.
"I knew you once as monsieur's
friend," I said, almost regretting my
Indiscretion, "and hare been told you
travel lii his company."
"You knew me once!" be laughed.
"Surely that cannot be, for never
would I be likely to forget. I chal-
lenge you, mademoiselle, to speak my
name."
"The Sleur Rene d'Artlgny, mon-
sieur."
* "By my faith, the witch Is right, and
yet In all thla New France I know
scarce a maid. Nay look up; there Is
naught to fear from me, and I would
see if memory be not new born. Saint
Gilea! surely 'tis true; I have seen
those eyes before; why, the name is
on my tongue, yet falls me, lost In
the wilderness. I pray you mercy,
mademoiselle!"
"Tou have memory of the face you
oay?"
"Ay! the witchery of it; 'tia like a
haunting spirit"
"Which did not haunt long, I war-
rant I am Adele la Ohesnayne, mon-
sieur."
He atepped back, hla eyea on mine,
questionlngly. For aa Inatant I be-
lieved the name even brought no fa-
miliar Bound; then hla face brightened
and hla eyes smiled aa bla lips echoed
the word*.
"Adele la Cheenayne! Ah! now I
know. Why 'tie no less than a mira-
cle. It was a child I thought of under
that name—a alender, brown-eyed girl,
aa blithesome aa a bird. No, I had
not forgotten; only the magic of three
yeara baa made of you a woman.
Again and again have I questioned in
Montreal and Quebec, but no one
seemed to know. At the convent they
aald your father fell la Indian skir-
mish."
"Tea; ever aince then I have lived
here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet"
"Here!" he looked about aa though
the drearineea of It waa first noticed.
'Atae? Ia there no other woman?"
I shook my bead, but no longer
looked at him. for fear ho might see
the tears la my eyea.
"I am the housekeeper, monsieur.
There wu* nothing* else for bm. Ia
France, I am told, my fathei'e people
were wall bara, bat thla la aat Fraaca.
pa waa aa choice. Beeldea I
i hat a child of M."
h* took ay band gallantly. .
If I hav* aak*d quaatloaa whtfh bring
pala. I caa uaderatand much, for In
Montreal I heard talee of thla Baa*
Cbevet"
"Be la lough, a woodsman," I do-
fended. "yet not unkind to ma Toa
will apeak him tolrr
He laughed, bla eyee sparkling with
merriment
"No fear of my neglecting all cow
teey, for I com* beeeechlng a favor. I
have learned the lesson of wben tha aoft
speech wins more than the Iron band.
And thla other, the Commlaaalr* Caa-
alon—la he a bird of the aama plum-
age?"
I made a little gesture, and glanced
back at tha cloaed door.
"Ob, no; he la the court courier, to
stab with worda, not deeds. Chevet
la rough of epeecb, and hard of hand,
but be flghta la the open; Caaalon baa
a double tongue, and one never knowa
blm." I glanced up Into his sobered
face. "He Is a friend of La Barre.'
"So 'tis said, and has been ebooen
by the governor to bear mesaage to
De Baugls In the Illinois country. I
aeek passage In his company."
"Tou! I thought you were of tha
party of Sleur de la Salle?"
"I am," he anawered boneatly, "yet
Casslon will need a guide, and there
la none save myaelf In all New Franc*
who hsa ever made that Journey.
Twill be well for blm to listen to my
plan. And wby not? We do not
fight the orders of the governor: we
obey, and wait Monsieur de la Salle
will tell bis story to the king.'
"The King! To Louis?"
"Ay, 'twill not be the first time he
has bad audience, and already be Is
at sea. We can wait, and laugh at
thla Casslon over bis useless Journey."
"But he—be is treacherous, mon-
sieur."
He laughed aa though the words
amused.
"To one who has lived as I, amid
savages, treachery is an old story. The
commlssalre will not find me asleep.
We will serve each other, and let It
go at that Ah! we are to be Inter-
rupted."
He atralgbtened up facing the door,
and I turned, confronting my uncle
as be emerged in advance. He was a
burly man, with Iron gray hair, and
face reddened by out-of-doors; and he
stopped In surprise at sight of a
stranger, his eyes hardening with sus-
picion.
"And who is this with whom yon
converse so privately, Adele? " he
questioned brusquely, "a young popin-
jay new to these parts I venture."
D'Artlgny stepped between us.
smiling in good humor.
"My call was upon you, Monsieur
Chevet and not the young lady," he
said quietly enough, yet with a tone
to the voice. "I merely asked her if
I had found the right place, and If
Monsieur the Commlssalre Casslon
waf still your guest."
"And what, may I ask, might be
your business with the Commlssalre
Casslon?" asked the latter, pressing
past Chevet, yet bowing with a sem-
blance of politeness, scarcely In ac-
cord with the studied Insolence of his
words. "I have no remembrance of
your face."
"Then, Monsieur Casslon Is not ob-
servant," returned the younger man
pleasantly, "as I accompanied the
Sieur de la Salle In his attempt to
have audience with the governor."
"Ah!" the word of surprise explod-
ed from the lips. "Sacre! 'tis true! My
faith, what difference clothes make. 1
mistook you for a courier du bols."
"I am the Sleur Rene d'Artlgny."
"Lieutenant of La Salle's?"
"Scarcely that, monsieur, but s
comrade; for three years I have been
with his party, and was chosen by him
for thla mission."
Casslon laughed, chucking the
gloomy faced Cbevet In the side, as
though he would give point to a good
Joke.
"And little the trip hither has profit-
ed either master or man. I warrant
La Barre does not sell New France to
every adventurer. Monsieur de la
Salle found different reception in Que-
bec than when Frontenac ruled this
colony. Where went the fur stealer?"
"To whom do you refer?"
'To whom ? Heaven help ns. Chevet,
the man would play nice with words.
Well, let It go*. my young cock, and
answer me."
"Tou mean the Sieur de la Salle?"
• "To be sura; I called him no worse
than I have beard La Barre speak.
They say be baa left Quebec; what
mora know you?"
"Tis no secret monsieur," replied
D'Artlgny quietly enobgh. although
there was a flash In his eyea, as they
met mine. "The Sieur de la Salle haa
aalled for France."
"France! Bab you Jest: there haa
been no ship outward bound."
"Th* Breton pauaed at St Roche,
held by the fog. Wben tbe fog lifted
there waa a new passenger aboard. By
dawn the Indian paddlers had me
landed In Quebec."
"Doea La Barre know?"
"Faith! I could not tell yoa that
face dark with puatoa. It waa not
pleaaant a*wa h* had h**a told, aad
It wu plala aaough h* aaderatood th*
meaning.
"By tha aalntar be exclaimed. " TU
a aly foi to break through our guard
*o easily. Ay, and twill give him a
mouth to wblsper hla Ilea to Lou la, bo-
fore La Barre caa forward a report
But sacre! my young chaatlclaer, aura-
ly you ar* not here to bring ma thla
bit of news. Tou aought me, you
aald? Well, for what purpose?"
"In peace, monaleur. Becauae I hav*
served Sleur de la Salle loyally la no
reason why we should be enemies. W*
are both the king's men. and may
work together. The word baa coma to
me that yon bead a party for the Illi-
nois. with Instructions for D* Baugla
at Fort Bt Louis. Ia tbla truer
Casslon bowed coldly, waiting to
discover how much mora hla ques-
tioner knew.
"Ah, thca I am right thua far. Well,
monsieur, 'twaa on that account I
came, to volunteer aa guide."
"Tou!* Twould be treachery."
"Oh, no; our Interests are the aam*
so far as the Journey goea. I would
reach Bt Loula; ao would you. Be-
cause we may bava different enda In
view, different causes to serve, baa
naught to do with the trail thither.
There la not a man who knowa tbe
way aa well aa I. Four tlmea have I
traveled it and I am not a aavage,
monsieur—I am a gentleman of
France."
"And you pledge your word?"
"I pledge my word—to guide you
safe to Fort 8t. Louis. Once there I
am comrade to Sleur de ia Salle."
"Bah! I care not whom you com-
rade with, once you serve my purpose.
I take your offer, and if you play me
false—"
"Restrain your threats. Monsieur
Casslon. A quarrel will get us no-
where. You have my word of honor;
'tis enough. Who will compose the
party?"
Casslon hesitated, yet seemed to
realize the uselessness of deceit
"A dozen or more soldiers of the
regiment of Picardy, some couriers
du bols, and the Indian paddlers.
There will be four boats."
'You go by the Ottawa, and tbe
lakes r
"Such were my orders."
" 'Tis less fatiguing, although a
longer Journey; and tbe time of de-
parture?"
Cassion laughed as he turned slight-
ly and bowed to me.
"We leave Quebec before dawn
Tuesday," he said gayly. "It is my
wish to enjoy once more the follies of
civilization before plunging into the
wilderness. Tbe governor permits that
we remain to bis ball. Mademoiselle
le Chesnayne does me tbe honor of
being my guest on that occasion."
"I, monsieur!" I exclaimed in sur-
prise at his boastful words. '"Twas
my uncle who proposed—"
•Tut, tut, what of that?" he inter-
rupted in no way discomposed. "It is
my request which opens the golden
gates. The good Hugo here but looks
on at a frivolity for which he cares
nothing. 'Tis the young who dance.
Xaaalon la Net Likely to Bo Caught
Asleep, My Good Hugo."
And you. Monsieur d'Artlgny, am I
to meet you there also, or perchance
later at the boat landing?"
'At the ball, monaleur. Tia three
yeara since I have danced to measure,
but It wtlUbe a Joy to'look on, and
thua keep company with Monsieur
Cbevet Nor shall I fail you at the
boats; until then, messieurs," and he
bowed hat In band, "and to yoa,
mademoiselle, adieu."
Wo watched blm go down tbe grape
arbor to tbe canoe, and bo one spoke
but Caeslon.
'Pouf! he thinks well of himself,
that young cockerel, and 'twill likely
bo my part to dip bla spurs. Still 'tia
good policy to have him with oa. Cor
tte a leag journey. What aay yoa,
Chavatr
"That h* la *a* to watch." Baawerod
my uacl* grufly. "I traat mm of Lb
flalle'a brood."
"No, a*r I, for th* matter of that,
hot I am willing to pit my bra 1m
agalaat tM Mat of th*m. Praaoots
Caaaloa la not likely to M caught
asleep, my ^ood Hugo."
CHAPTER II.
Th* Cb*lM of a Husband.
It wm Just before dark wbea Moa>
Bleur Caaalon left ua, aad I watched
blm go gladly eMUgh. hidden behind
the abade of my window. Be had
been talking tor ao hour with Cbevet
In th* room below; 1 coald boar th*
rattle of glasese, aa though they drank,
and the unpleasant arrogance of hla
voice, although no worda reached m*
clearly. 1 cared little what he Mid,
although I wondered at hla purpoM la
being there, and what object be might
have la this long converse with my
uncle. Tet I wm aot sent for, aad a*
doubt It wm mum conference over
furs, of no gnat InterMt Tha two
were In eome scheme I knew to gain
advantage over Sleur de la Salle, and
were rfuch elated new that La Barr*
held power; but that wm nothing for
a girl to understand, so I worked on
with busy Angers, my mind not forget-
ful of tbe young Sleur d'Artlgny.
Cbevet did not return to tbe bouM
after Monsieur Caeaion'a canoe had
disappeared. I saw blm walking back
and forth along tbe river bank, smok-
ing, and aeemlngly thinking out Mme
problem. Nor did be appear until I
had tbe evening qjeal ready, and called
to Jilm dowa tbe arbor. He was alwaya
gruff and bearish enough wben we
were alone, aeldom speaking, Indeed,
except to give utterance to some or-
der, but tbla night he appeared even
more moroee and Bllent than his wont
not so much bb looking at me as be
took seat and began to eat. No doubt
Cassion bad brought ill news, or else
the appearance of D'Artlgny bad
served to arouse all his old animosity
toward La Salle. It was little to me,
however, and I had learned to Ignore
bis moods, so I took my own place
UUently, and paid no heed to tbe
bcowI with which he surveyed me
across the table. No doubt my very
Indifference fanned his discontent, but
I remained Ignorant of it until he
burst out savagely.
"And so you know this young cock-
erel, do you? You know him, and
never told me? Where before did you
ever meet this popinjay?"
"At tbe convent three years aft.
La Salle rested there over night and
young D'Artlgny was of the party.
He was but a boy then."
"He came here today to see yon?"
"No, never," I protested. "I doubt
if he even had the memory of me until
I told him who I was. Surely he ex-
plained clearly why he came."
He eyed me fiercely, his face full of
suspicion, his great hand gripping the
knife.
" 'Tis well for you If that be true,"
he said gruffly, "but I have no faith
In the lad's words. He is here as La
Salle's spy, and so I told Casslon,
though the only honor he did me was
to laugh at my warning.: 'Let blm
spy,' he said, 'and I will play at the
same game; 'tis little enough he will
learn, and we shall need bis guidance.'
Ay! and he may be right but I want
nothing to do with the fellow. Caa-
alon may give him place In his boats,
if he will, but never again shall he set
foot on my land, nor have speech with
you. You mark my words, made-
moiselle?"
I felt tbe color flame Into my cheeka,
and knew my eyes darkened with an-
ger, yet made effort to control my
speech.
"Yes, monsieur; I am your ward and
have always been obedient yet this
Sieur d'Artigny seems a pleasant
spoken young man, and surgly 'tis no
erlme that he serves the Sieur de ia
Salle."
"Is It not!" he burst forth, striking
the table with bis fist "Know you
not I would be rich but for that fur
stealer. By right those should be my
furs he sends here in tjade. There will
be another tale to tell soon, now that
La Barre hath the reins of power; and
this D'Artigny—bab! What care I
for that young cockerel—but I hate the
brood. Listen, girl, I pay my debts;
It wm tbis hand that broke Louis
d'Artlgny, and haa kept blm to hla bod
for ten years past Yet even that doea
not wipe out the score between aa.
Tis no odds to you . what wm th*
cause, but while I live I hat*. 8* yoa
have my orders; you will apMk ao
more with thla D'Artigny."
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Am you kMplag yaw bowela, liver.
with Caocarota, or mcraly
paaaagaway avery turn days with
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Stop Mvlng a b*w*l waafcday. Lai
Caacareta thoroughly deaiM aad rep
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aad fermMtlag food aad toal gaaa*
take tha axceM bile from tha liver
aad carry out of tha ayatep all tha
Mnatlpatod waata matter aad polaaaa
la tha bowela.
A Caacaret tonight will make yoa
tool great by morning. They work
while you aloep—never grip*, alckaa
or mum aay lacoavMlaoce, aad ooat
only 10 centa a box from your atora
Milllona of men and wmmb take a
Caacaret now and thw aad never
have Headache, BHIoumom. Coated
Tongue, IndlgeatlM, Sour 8toaaeh oa
Conatlpatton. Adv.
HAM THAT MTAVISH LIKED
One Voeuliarlty About It Wm That
It Evidently Wm Sold In a *
Bottle.
Mrs. McTavish met Mrs. Brown on
a country road near a Scottish town.
Tbe former was carrying a queer-look-
ing parcel and Mrs. Brown Inquired
m to Its nature.
"Oh. ay. it's Jist some ham fur Mc-
Tavish. I always buy my ham frao
Sandy, In the toon. McTavish UkM
his hame bett#r than any other."
"Indeed, so? Weel, my mon is verra ,
fond o' ham. I'm thinkin' Til be get-
ting some for him at Sandy's."
Arriving In the town she called at
Sandy's provision establishment and
demanded a pound of ham.
"Whit kind o' ham?"
"Oh, the same kind o' ham that ye
serve Mrs. McTavish wi.'"
"Ah reetl" said the grocer, adding
In a whisper: "Whaur's yeh bottle?"
The Costly Paulon.
A detective was talking about a $20-
a-week clerk who had been living at
the rate of $30,000 a year for two years
previous to his arrest for theft.
"It was, of course, love," said ho,
"which started this $20 clerk to buy-
ing 12-cyllnder automobiles, cham-
pagne suppers, platinum wrist watchea
and gold mesh bags.
"Oh; love!
"'Tis love, tirf'love, which makea
the world go round, and 'tis- love
which prevents a chap's salary from
going half or even quarter way."
Keep. Tbem Busy.
"I'm a man of few words."
"Maybe, but you seem to give what
few you have plenty of work."
SPEED
combined with
good judgment
counts in business
iys.
Grape-Nuts
POOP
supplies balanced
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Orr, J. P. The Altus Weekly News. (Altus, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 52, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 22, 1917, newspaper, February 22, 1917; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc276814/m1/3/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.