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CHAPTER I.
At the Home of Hugo Chevet.
, It was early autumn for the clus
ters of grapes above nie were already
purple, and the forest leaves were
tinged with red. And yet the air was
- soft, and the golden bars of sua fllck-
-ered down on the work In my lap
through the laced branches of the
trellis. The work was but a pretense,
for I had fled the house to escape the
voice of Monsieur Casslon who was
-still urging my uncle to accompany
Jblm on hfs Journey Into the wilder
ness. They sat In the great room be
fore the fireplace, drinking, and I had
heard enough already to tell me there
was treachery on foot against the Sieur
de la Salle, To be sure it was noth
ing to me, a girl knowing naught of
such intrigue, yet I had not forgotten
the day, three years before, when this
La Salle, with others of his company,
had halted before the Ursuline con
vent, and the sisters bade them wel
come for the night. 'Twas my part
to help serve, and he had stroked my
hair in tenderness. I had sung to
them, and watched his face in the fire
light as he listened. Never would I
forget that face, nor believe evil of
uch a man. No! not from the lips of
Cassion nor even from the governor,
La Barre.
I recalled it all now, as I sat there
In the silence, pretending to work, how
we watched them embark in their ca
noes and disappear, the Indian pad-
. dlers bending to their task, and Mon
sieur la Salle, standing, bareheaded
as he waved farewell. Beyond him
was the dark face of one they called j
De Tonty, and in the first boat a mere j
hoy lifted his ragged hat. I know not
why, but the memory of that lad was
clearer than all those others, for he
had 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 him, and his name,
"Rene d'Artigny. And In all those
years I heard no more. Into the black
wilderness they swept and were lost
i to those of us at home In New France.
No doubt there were those who
tnew Frontenac, Bigot, those who
ruled over us at Quebec but 'twas
not a matter supposed to interest a
girl, and so no word came to me. Once
I asked my Uncle Chevet, and he re
plied in anger with only a few sen
tences, bidding me hold my tongue;
yt he said enough so that I knew the
Sieur 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 Chevet, I caught words which
told me that Frontenac was La Salle's
friend, and would listen to no charges
brought against him. Thpy talked of
.a new governor; yet I learned but lit
tle, for Cassion 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
whgn the news came, and he rapped
the table with his glass and exclaimed:
"Ah! but now we will pluck out the
claws of this Sieur de la Salle, and
" send him where he belongs." But he
would explain nothing, until a week
later. Cassion came up the river in
his canoe with Indian paddlers, and
stopped to hold conference. The man
treated me with much gallantry, so
that I questioned him, and he 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 audience.
- Bah! I despised the man, yet I lin
gered beside him, and thus learned
that La Salle's party consisted of but
two voyageurs, and theyoung Sieur
d'Artigny. I was glad enough when
,he went away, though I gave him my
' hand to kiss, and waved to him brave
ly at the landing. And now he was
back again, bearing a message from
La Barre, and seeking volunteers for
some western voyage of profit. 'Twas
of no Interest to me unless my uncle
joined In the enterprise, yet I was
' kind enough, for he brought with him
word of the governor's ball at Quebec,
and had won the pledge of Chevet to
take me there with him. I could be
, gracious to him for that and it was
on my gown I worked, as the two
. planned and talked in secret. What
they did was nothing to me now all
day thought was on the ball. What
would you? I was 17.
The grape trellis ran down toward
the river landing, and from where I
sat in the cool shadow, I could see the
broad water gleaming in the sun. Sud
denly, as my eyes uplifted, the dark
outline of a canoewept into the vista,
and the splashing paddles turned the
prow Inward toward our landing. I
did not move, although I watched with
Interest, for it was not the time of
year for Indian traders, .nd these
-were white men. I could see those at
the paddles, voyageurs. with gay
cloth j about their heads; but the one
Ln the stern wo' . hat, the hrlia con
cealing his face, and a blue coat. I
knew not who it could be until the
prow touched the bank, and he stepped
ashore. ".Chen I knew, and bent low
over my sewing, as though I had seen
nothing, although my heart beat fast
Through lowered lashes I saw him
give brief order to the men, and then
advance toward the house alone. Ahl
but this was not the slender, laughing
eyed boy of three years before. The
wilderness had made of him a man
a soldier. He paused an Instant to
gaze about, and held his hat in his
band, the sun touching his tanned
cheeks, and 'flecking the long, light
colored hair.
"Mademoiselle," he said gently,
"pardon me, but is not this the home
of Hugo Chevet, the fur trader?"
I looked up into his face and bowed
as he swept the earth with his hat,
seeing at a glance that he had no re
membrance of me.
"Yes," I answered. "If you seek
him, rap on the door beyond."
"'Tls not so much Chevet I seek,"
he said, showing no inclination to pass
He Paused an Instant to Gaze About,
and Held His Hat In His Hand.
me, "but one whom I understood to be
his guest Monsieur Francois Cas
sion." "The man is here," I answered
quickly, yet unable to conceal my pur
prise, "but you will find him no friend
to Sieur de la Salle."
"Ah!" and he stared at me intently.
"In the name of the saints, what is
the meaning of this? You 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 have been told you
travel in his company."
"You knew me once!" he laughed.
"Surely that cannot be, for never
would I be likely to forget. I chal
lenge you, mademoiselle, to speak my
name."
"The Sieur Rene d'Artigny, mon
sieur." "By my faith, the witch Is right, and
yet in all this New France I know
scarce a maid. Nay look up; there Is
naught to fear from nie, and I would
see if memory be not new born. Saint
Giles! 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!" "
"You have memory of the face you
say?"
"Ay! the witchery of it; 'tis like a
haunting spirit."
"Which did not haunt long, I war
rant. I am Adele la Chesnayne, mon
sieur," He stepped back, his eyes on mine,
questloningly. For an instant I be
lieved the name even brought no fa
miliar sound; then his face brightened
and his eyes smiled as his lips echoed
the words.
"Adele la Chesnayne! Ah! now I
know. Why 'tis no less than a mira
cle. It was a child I thought of under
that name a slender, brown-eyed girl,
as blithesome as a bird. No, I had
not forgotten; only the magic of three
years has 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
said your father fell In Indian skir
mish." "Yes; ever since then I have lived
here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet."
"Here!" hejookrd about, as though
the dreariness of It was first noticed.
"Alone? Is there no other woman?"
I shook my bead, but no longer
looked at him, for fear he might 6ee
the tears in my eyes.
"I am the housekeeper, monsieur.
There was nothing else for me. In
France, I am told, my father's people
were well born, but this Is not France,
and there was no choice. Besides I
was uut a child of 14."
"And 17. now. madaooiselle and
he took my hand gallantly. "Pardon
if I have asked questions which bring
pain. I can understand much, for ln
Montreal I heard tales of this Hugo
Chevet"
"He is rough, a woodsman," I de
fended, "yet not unkind to me. You
will speak him fair?"
He laughed, his eyes sparkling with
merriment
"No fear of my neglecting all cour
tesy, for I come beseeching a favor. I
have learned the lesson of when the soft
speech wins more than the Iron hand.
And this other, the Commissalre Cas
slon Is he a bird of the same plum
age?" I made a little gesture, and glanced
back at the closed door.
"Oh, no; he Is the court courier, to
stab with words, not deeds. Chevet
Is rough of speech, and hard of hand,
but he fights In the open; Casslon has
a double tongue, and one never knows
him." I glanced up Into his sobered
face, "He Is a friend of La Barre."
"So 'tis said, and has been chosen
by the governor to bear message to
De Baugls in the Illinois country. I
seek passage ln his company."
"You! I thought you were of the
party of Sieur de la Salle?"
"I am," he answered honestly, "yet
Casslon will need a guide, and there
is none save myself In all New France
who has ever made that Journey.
'Twill be well for him to listen to my
plan. And why not? We do not
fight the orders of the governor: we
obey, and wait Monsieur de la Salle
will tell his story to the king."
"The King! To Louis?"
"Ay, 'twill not be the first time he
has had audience, and already he Is
at sea. We can wait, and laugh at
this Cassion over his useless journey."
"But he he is treacherous, mon
sieur." He laughed as though the words
amused.
"To one who has lived as I, amid
savages, treachery Is an old story. The
commissalre will not find me asleep.
We will serve each other, and let It
go at that Ah! we are to be Inter
rupted." He straightened up 'facing the door,
and I turned, confronting my uncle
as he 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 you
converse so privately, Adele? " he
questioned brusquely, "a young popin
jay new to these parts I venture."
D'Artigny 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 Commissalre Cassion
was still your guest."
"And what, may I ask, might be
your business with the Commissalre
Cassion?" asked the latter, pressing
past Chevet, yet bowing with a sem
blance of politeness, scarcely ln 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 Ja Salle in his, attempt to
have audience with the governor."
"Ah!" the word of surprise explod
ed from the Hps. "Sacre! 'tis true! My
faith, what difference clothes make. I
mistook you for a" courier du bols."
. "I am the Sieur Rene d'Artigny."
"Lieutenant of La Salle's?"
"Scarcely that, monsieur, but a
comrade; for three, years I have been
with bis party, and was chosen by him
for this mission."
Casslon laughed, chucking the
gloomy faced Chevet 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 us, Chevet,
the man would play nice with words.
Well, let it go, my young cock, and
answer me."
"You mean the Sieur de la Salle?"
"To be sure; I called him no worse
than I have heard La Barre speak.
They say he has left Quebec; what
more know you?"
" 'Tls no secret monsieur," replied
D'Artigny quietly enough, although
there was a flash in his eyes, as they
met mine. "The Sieur de la Salle has
sailed for France."
"France! Bah you jest; there ha3
been no ship outward bound."
"The Breton paused at St. Roche,
held by the fog. When the fog lifted
there was a new passenger aboard. By
dawn the Indian paddlers had me
landed in Quebec."
'"Does La Barre know?"
"Faith! I could not teTT you that
as he has not honorea me with audi
ence" Cassion strode back and forth, his
face dark with passion. It was not
pleasant news he had been told, and
It was p'.aln enough he understood the
meaning.
"By the saints!" he exclaimed. " 'Tls
a sly fox to break through our guard
so easily. Ay, and 'twill give him a
moith to whisper his lies to Louis, be
fore La Barre can forward a report.
But, sacre! my young chanticleer, sure
ly you are not here to bring me this
bit of news. You sought me, you
said? Well, for what purpose?"
"In peace, monsieur. Because I have
served Sieur de la Salle loyally Is no
reason why we should be enemies. We
are both the king's men, and may
work together. The word has come to
me that you head a party for the Illi
nois, with instructions for De Baugls
at Fort St Louis, vis this true?"
Cassion bowed coldly, waiting to
discover how much more his ques
tioner knew.
"Ah, then I am right thus far. Well,
monsieur, 'twas on that account I
came, to volunteer as guide."
"You! 'Twould be treachery."
"Oh, no; our interests are the same
so far as the journey goes. I would
reach St. Louis; so would you. Be
cause we may have different ends in
view, different causes to serve, has
naught to do with the trail thither.
There Is not a man who knows the
way as well as I. "Four times have I
traveled.it, and I am not a savage,
monsieur I am a gentleman of
France."
"And you pledge your word?"
"I pledge my word to guide you
safe to Fort St.- Louis. Once there I
am comrade to Sieur de la 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
Cassion. A quarrel will get us no
where. You have my word of honor;
'tis enough. Who will compose the
party?"
Cassion 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 the
lakes?"
"Such were my orders."
" 'Tis less fatiguing, allhough a
longer journey; and the 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. The governor permits that
we remain to his ball. Mademoiselle
le Chesnayne does me the 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. 'Tls the young who dance.
"Cassion Is Not Likely to Be Caught
Asleep, My Good Hugo."
And you, Monsieur d'Artigny, am I
to meet you there also, or perchance
later at the boat landing?"
"At the ball, monsieur. 'Tls three
years since I have danced to measure,
but It will be a joy to look on, and
thus keep company with Monsieur
Chevet. Nor shall I fall you at the
boats; until then, messieurs," and'he
bowed hat In hand, "and to you,
mademoiselle, adieu."
We watched hlra go down the grape
arbor to the canoe, and no one spoke
but Casslon.
"Pouf ! he thinks well of himself,
that young cockerel, and 'twill likely
Le my part to clip his spurs. Still 'tis
good policy to have him with us, for
'tis a long Journey, What Bay you,
Chevet?"
"That he is one to watch," answered
my uncle gruflly. "I trust none of La
Salle's brood."
"No. nor I, for the matter of that,
but I am willing to pit my brains
against the best of them. Francois
Casslon Is not likely to be caught
asleep, my good Hugo."
CHAPTER II.
The Choice of a Husband.
It was just before dark when Mon
sieur Casslon left us, and I watched
him go gladly enough, hidden behind
the shade of my window. He had
been talking for an hour with Chevet
in the room below; I could hear the
rattle of glasses, as though they drank,
and the unpleasant arrogance of his
voice, although no words reached me
clearly. I cared little what he said,
although I wondered at his purpose In
being there, and what object he might
have ln this long converse with my
uncle. Yet I was not sent for, and no
doubt It was some conference over
furs, of no great Interest. The two
were in some schefne I knew to gain
advantage over Sieur de la Salle, and
were much elated now that La Barre
held power; but that was nothing for
a girl to understand, so I worked on
with busy fingers, my mind not forget
ful of the young Sieur d'Artigny.
Chevet did not return to the house
after Monsieur Casslon's canoe had
disappeared. I saw him walking back
and forth along the river bank, smok
ing, and seemingly thinking out some
problem. Nor did he appear until I
had the evening meal ready, and called
to him down the arbor. He was always
gruff and bearish enough when we
were alone, seldom speaking, indeed,
except to give utterance to some or
der, but this night he appeared even
more morose and silent than his wont,
not so much as looking at me as he
took seat, and began to eat. No doubt
Casslon had brought 111 news, or else
the appearance of D'Artigny had
served to arouse all his old animosity
toward La Salle. It was little to me,
however, and I had learned to ignore
his moods, so I took my own place
silently, and paid no heed to the
scowl 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 the convent three years ago.
La Salle rested there over' night, and
young D'Artigny was of the party.
He was but a boy then."
"He came here today to see you?"
"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 him
spy,' he said, 'and I will play at the
same game; 'tis little enough he will
learn, and we shall need his guidance.'
Ay! and he may be right, but I want
nothing to do with the fellow. Cas
sion 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 the color flame Into my cheeks,
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 surely 'tis no
crime that he serves the Sieur de la
Salle." -
"Is it not!" he burst forth, striking
the table with his fist. "Know you
not I would be rich but for that fur
stealer. By right those should be my
furs he sends here in trade. There will
tte another tale to tell soon, now that
La Barre hath the reins of power; and
this D'Artigny bah! What care I
for that young cockerel but I hate the
brood. Listen, girl, I pay my debts;
it was this hand that broke Louis
d'Artigny, and has kept him to his bed
for ten years past. Yet even that does
not wipe out the score between us.
'Tls no odds to you what was the
cause, but while I live I hate. So you
have my orders; you will speak no
more with this D'Artigny,"
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iui ilia iiiaiiiay wi nucic
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it probable that Cassion really J,
loves the girl and wqtild do well ijj
for her or Is this merely
a method of getting the girl out 5
of the way in a hard game of S
plotting between desperate and
greedy men for tht French m
kind's favor?
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