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3SS33STI SYNOPSIS. 5 Adele la Chesnayne, a belle of JCew France, ia among: conspirators at her un cle's house. Cassion, the commlssaire. has enlisted her Uncle Chevet's aid against La Salle. D'Artlgny. La Salle's friend, offers his services as guide- to Cas elon's party on the Journey to the wilder ness. The uncle Informs Adele that he has betrothed her to Cassion and forbids her to see D'Artigny again. In Quebec Adele visits her friend. Sister Celeste, who brings D'Artigny to her. She tells him her story and he vows to release her from the bargain with Cassion. D'Artig ny leaves promising to see her at the dance. Cassion escorts Adele to the hall. She meets the governor. La Barre, and hears him warn the commlssaire against D'Artigny. P'Artigny's ticket to the ball has been recalled, but he gair.s entrance by the window. Adele Informs him of the governor's words to Cassion. For her eavesdropping at the ball Adele Is ordered by the governor to marry Cassion at once and to accompany him to the Illinois country. He summons Chevet and directs that he attend them on the Journey. They leave in the boats, Adt-le's future depend ing on the decision of D'Artlsmy, whom she now- knows she loves. Cassion and D'Artigny have words. Uncle Chevet for the first time hears that his niece is an heiress, and begins to suspect Cassion's motives. i A man marries a girl against her will. She determines to be his wife only in name, and, though associated with him constantly In a company of rough men in the wilderness, plans to keep her maidenhood until death, parts them. Com missionaire Cassion is equally determined to enjoy matrimony to the fullest. Their first clash is described in this installment. Commissionaire Cassion accuses his bride of intimacy with Rene d'Ar tigny. This she Indignantly denies, but expresses a fear for the young man's safety. CHAPTER VII Continued. "You appear greatly concerned over his safety." "Not at all; do far as I hare ever heard the Sieur d'Artlgny has hereto fore proven himself quite capable of -abstaining his own part. 'Tia more like VI am concerned for you." "For me? You fool! Wby, I was . a swordsman when that lad was at his mother's knee." He laughed, but with ugly gleam of teeth. "Sacre! I hate such play acting. But enough of quarrel now; there is sufficient time ahead to bring you to your senses, and a knowledge of who is your mas ter. Hugo Chevet, come here." My uncle climbed the bank, his rifle in hand, with face still bloated and red from the drink of the night be fore. Behind him appeared the slen der black-robed figure of the Jesuit, his eyes eager with curiosity. It was sight of the latter which caused Cas sion to moderate his tone of com mand. "You will go with Chevet," he said, pointing to the fire among the trees, "until I can talk to you alone." "A prisoner?" "No; a guest," sarcastically, "but do not overstep the courtesy." We left him in conversation with the pere, and I did not even glance back. Chevet breathed heavily, and I caught the mutter of his voice. "What ruean eth all this chatter?" he asked gruffly. "Must you two quarrel so soon?" "Why not?" I retorted. "The man bears me no love; 'tis but gold he thinks about." "Gold!" he stopped and slapped his thighs. " "Us precious little of that he will ever see then." "And why not? Was not my father a land owner?" "Ay! till the king took it." T We Left Him With the Pere, and I Did Not Even Glance Back. "Then even you do not know the trrutb. I am glad to learn that, for I have dreamed that you sold me to this coxcomb for a share of the Fpoils." "What? a share of the spoils! Bah! I im no angel, girl, nor protend to a virtue more than I possess. There U truth in the thought that I might bene ' tit by our mp.rriace to Mcusk.'ur Cas By RANDALL PARRISH BOS ta that Have you not cost me heavily in these years? Why should I not seek for you a husband of worth in these colonies? Wherefore is that a crime? Were you my own daughter I could do no less, and this man is not ill to look upon, a fair-spoken gallant, a friend of La Barre's, chosen by him for special service " "And with influence in the fur trade." "All the better that," he continued obstinately. "Why should a girl ob ject if her husband be rich?" "But he is not rich," I , said plainly, looking straight into his eyes. "He is ro more than a penniless adventurer; an actor playing a part assigned him by the governor; while you and I do the same. Listen, Monsieur Chevet, the property at St. Thomas is mine by legal right, and it, was to gain pos session that this wretch sought my hand." "Your legal right?" "Ay, restored by the king in special order." "It is not true; I had the records searched by a lawyer, Monsieur Gau tier of St. Anne." I gave a gesture of indignation. "A country advocate at whom those in authority would laugh. I tell you what I say is true; the land was re stored, and the fact is known to La Barre and to Cassion. It is this fact which has caused all our troubles. I overheard talk last night between the governor and his aide-de-camp, Colonel Delguard you know him?" Chevet nodded, his interest stirred. "They thought themselves alone, and were laughing at the success of their trick. I was hidden behind the heavy curtains at the window, and every word they spoke reached my ears. Then they sent for Cassion." "But where is the paper?" "I did not learn; they have it hidden, no doubt, awaiting the proper time to produce it. But there is such a document: La Barre explained that clearly, and the reason why he wished Cassion to marry me. They were all three talking when an accident hap pened, which led to my discovery." "Ah! and so that was what hurried the wedding, and sent me on this wild wilderness chase. They would bury me in the woods sacre! " "nush now Cassion has left the canoe already, and we can talk of this later. Let us seem to suspect noth ing." This was the first meal of many eaten together along the river bank in the course of our long journey, yet the recollection of that scene rises before my memory now with peculiar vividness. Cassion had divided us into groups, and, from where I had found resting place, with a small flat rock for table, I was enabled to see the others scattered to the edge of the bank, and thus learned for the first time the character of those with whom I was destined to companion on the long journey. There were but four of us in that first group, which in cluded Tere Allouez, a silent man, fingering his cros3, and barely touch ing food. His face under the black cowl was drawn, and creased by strange lines, and his eyes burned with vagueness. If I had ever dreamed of him as one to whom I might turn for counsel, the thought instantly van ished as our glances met. A soldier and two Indians served us. while their companions, divided into two groups, were gathered at the other extremity of the ridge, the sol diers under discipline of their own underofheers, and the Indians watched over by Sieur D'Artigny, who rested, however, slightly apart, his gaze on the broad river. Never once while I observed did he turn and glance my way. I counted the men, as I endeavored to eat, scarcely heed ing the few words exchanged by those about me. The Indians numbered ten, including their chief, whom Cassion called Altuda. Chevet named them as Algonquins from the Ottawa, treach erous rascals enough, yet with ex pert knowledge of watercraft. Altudah was a tall savage, wrapped In gaudy blanket, his face rendered sinister and repulsive by a scar the full length of his cheek, yet he spoke French fairly well, and someone said that he had three times made journey to Mackinac, and knew the water ways. I here -"-ere Z soldiers, includ ing a sergeant and corporal, of the regiment of Ficardy; active fellows enough, and accustomed to the fron tier, although they gave small evi dence of discipline, and their uniforms were in shocking condition. The ser geant was a heavily built stocky man, but the others were rather undersized, and of little spirit. The same thought must have been in the minds of oth ers, for the expression on Monsieur Cassion's face was not pleasant as he stared about. "Chevet," he exclaimed disgustedly, "did ever you see a worse selection for wilderness travel than La Barre has given us? Cast your eyes down the line yonder; by my faith! there is not a real man among them." Chevet, who had been growling to himself,- wirh scarce a thought other than the food before him, lifted his eyes and looked. "No worse than the scum. De I'.augls had no betteriu him, and La WWW ii fitin right leadership you can make them do men's work. 'Tls no kid-glove Job you have, Monsieur Cassion." The insulting indifference of the old fur trader's tone surprised the com mlssaire, and he exhibited resentment "You are overly free with your com ments, Hugo Chevet. When I wish advice I will ask it" "And in the woods I do not always wait to be asked," returned the older man, lighting his pipe, and calmly puffing out the blue smoke. "Though it Is likely enough you will be asking for it before you journey many leagues further." "You are under my orders." "So La Barre said, but the only duty he gave me was to watch over Adele here. He put no shackle on my tongue. You have chosen your course?" "Yes, up the Ottawa." "I Buppose so, although that boy yonder could lead you a shorter pas sage." , "How learned you that?" "By talking with him in Quebec. He even sketched me a map of the route he traveled with La Salle. You knew it not?" " 'Twas of no moment, for my or ders bid me go by St Ignace. Yet it might be well to question him and the chief also." He turned to the nearest soldier. "Tell the Algonquin, Altudah, to come here, and Sieur d'Artlgny." They approached together, two speci mens of the frontier as different as could be pictured, and stood silent, fronting Cassion, who looked at them frowning, and in no pleasant humor. The eyes of the younger man sought my face for an instant, and the swift glance gave harsher note to the com missaire's voice. "We will reload the canoes here for the long voyage," he said brusquely. "The sergeant will have charge of that, but both of you will be in the leading boat, and will keep well in advance of the others. Our course is by way , of the Ottawa. You know that stream, Altudah?" The Indian bowed his head gravely and extended one hand beneath the scarlet fold of his blanket. "Five time, monsieur." "How far to the west, chief?" "To place call Green Bay." Cassion turned his eyes on D'Artl gny, a slight sneer curling his lips. "And you?" he asked coldly. "But one journey, monsieur, along the Ottawa and the lakes," was the quiet answer, "and that three years ago, yet I scarce think I would go astray. 'Tls not a course easily for gotten." "And beyond Green Bay?" "I have been to the mouth of the great river." "You!" in surprise. "Were you of that party?" "Yes, monsieur." "And you actually reached the sea the salt water?" "Yes, monsieur." "Saint Anne! I never half believed the tale true, nor do I think overmuch of your word for it But let that go. Chevet here tells me you know a shorter journey to the Illinois?'' "Not by canoe, monsieur. I fol lowed Sieur de la Salle by forest trail to the straits, and planned to return that way, but 'tis a foot journey." "What will be your course from Green Bay?" "Along the west shore, monsieur; it is dangerous only by reason of storms." "And the distance?" "From St Ignace?" "Ay! from St. Ignace! What dis tance lies between there and this Fort St. Louis on the Illinois?" " 'Twill be but a venture, monsieur, but I think 'tis held at a hundred and fifty leagues." "Of wilderness?" "When J passed that way yes; they tell me now the Jesuits have mission station at Green Bay, and there may Le fur traders In Indian villages be yond." "No chance to procure supplies?" "Only scant rations of corn from the Indians." "Your report is in accordance with my instructions and maps, and no doubt is correct. That will be all. Take two more men in your boat and depart at once. We shall follow im mediately." CHAPTER VIII. I Defy Cassion. Our progress was slow against the swift current of the St Lawrence, and we kept close to the overhanging bank, following the guidance of the leading canoe. We were the second in line, and no longer overcrowded, so that I had ample room to rest at ease upon a pile of blankets, and gaze about me with interest on the chang ing scene. Ahead of us, now sweeping around the point like a wild bird, amid a smother of spray, appeared the advance caroe. As it disappeared I could dis tinguish D'Artigny at the stern, hi. coac off. his hands grasping a paddle. Above the point onco more and in smoother water, I was aware that he turned and looked back, shading hi eyes from the sun. I could not but wonder what he thought, whit p-si- garding my presence in the company. In some manner I must keep him away from 'Cassion ay, and from Chevet until opportunity came from me to first communicate with him. Insensibly my head rested back against the pile of blankets, the glint of sunshine along the surface of the Before I Knew It I Slept Soundly. water vanished as my lashes fell, and, before I knew it, I slept soundly. I awoke with the sun in the western sky, so low down as to peep at me through the upper branches of trees lining the bank. Behind us stretched a space of straight water, and one canoe was close, while the second was barely visible along a curve of the shore. Ahead, however, the river ap peared vacant the leading boat hav ing vanished around a wooded bend. My eyes met those of Cassion, and the sight of him Instantly restored me to a recollection of my plan nothing Muld be gained by open warfare. I permitted my Hps to smile, and noted instantly the change of expression in his face. "I have slept well, monsieur," I paid pleasantly, "for I was very tired." " "Tis the best way on a boat voy age," assuming his old manner, "but now the day is nearly done." As we skirted the extremity of shore I saw the opening in the woods, and the gleam of a cheerful fire amid green grass. The advance canoe swung half hidden amid the overhanging roots of a huge pine tree, and the men were busily at work ashore. As we nosed into the bank, our sharp bow was grasped by waiting Indians and drawn safely ashore. I reached my feet stiffened, and scarcely able to move my limbs, but determined to land without aid of Cassion, whose passage forward was blocked by Chevet's huge bulk. As my weight rested on the edge of the canoe, D'Artigny swung down from behind the chief, and ex tended his hand. "A slight spring," he said, "and you land with dry feet; good! now let me lift you so." I had but the instant; I knew that, for I heard Cassion cry out something just behind me, and, surprised as I was by the sudden appearance of D'Artlgny, I yet realized the neces sity for swift speech. "Monsieur," I whispered. "Do not talk, but listen. You would serve me?" "Ay!" "Then ask nothing, and above all do not quarrel with Cassion. I will tell you everything the moment I can see you safely alone. Until then do not seek me. I have your word?" ne did not answer, for the commls saire grasped my arm, and thrust him self in between us. his action so swift that the impact of his body thrust D'Artlgny back a step. I saw the hand of the younger man close on the knife hilt at his belt, but was quick enough to avert the hot words burning his lips. "A bit rough, Monsieur Cassion," I cried, laughing merrily, even as I re leased my arm. "Why so much haste? I was near falling, and It was but courtesy which led the Sieur d'Artl gny to extend me his hand. It does not please me for you to be ever seeking a quarrel." ' There must have been that in my face which cooled him, for his Jiand fell, and his thin lips curled into sar castic smile. "If I seemed hasty," he exclaimed, "it was more because I was blocked by that boor of a Chevet yonder, and it angered me to have this youhg gamecock ever at hand to push in. What think you you were employed for, fellow an esquire of dames? Was there not work enough' in the camp yonder, that you must be testing your f.ney graces every time a boat lands?" There was no mild look in D'Arti my's eyes rs he fronted him, yet he held his temper, recalling my plea, no doubt, and I hastened to step between and furnish him excuse for silence. "Purely you do wrong to blame the ,., ,,,,,, ... . r.,.,,c-ifii- r,c! f.ijf for his A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West aid I would have slipped yonder. There is no cause for hard words, nor do I thank you for making me a sub ject of quarrel. Is It my tent they erect yonder?" - "Ay," there was little graciousness to the tone, for the man had the na ture of a bully. " 'Twas my thought that it be brought for your use; and If Monsieur d'Artlgny will consent to stand aside, it will give me pleasure to escort you thither." The younger man's eyes glanced from the other's face into mine, as though seeking reassurance. His hat was instantly in his hand, and he stepped backward, bowing low. "The wish of the lady is sufficient." he said quietly, and then stood again erect, facing Cassion. "Yet," he ad ded slowly, "I would remind monsieur that while I serve him as a guide, it Is as a volunteer, and I am also an officer of France." "Of France? Pah! of the renegade La Salle." - - "France has no more loyal servant Monsieur Cassion, in, all this western land nor is he renegade, for he holds the Illinois at the king's command." "Held it yes; under Frontenac, but not now." "We will not quarrel over words, yet not even in Quebec was it claimed that higher authority than La Barre's had led to recall. Louis had never in terfered, and it is De Touty, and not De Baugis who Is in command at St. Louis by royal order. My Hgnt v6 respect of rank is clearer than vour own, monsieur, so I beg you curb your temper." "You threaten me?" "No; we who live in the wilderness do not talk, we act I obey your cr ders, do your will, on this expedition, but as a man, not a slave. In all else we stand equal, and I accept insult from no living man. 'Tis well that you know this, monsieur." The hat was back upon his head, and he had turned away before Cas sion found answering speech. "Mon Dieu! I'll show the pup who is the master," he muttered. 'Let him disobey once, and I'll stretch his dainty form as I would an Indian cur." "Monsieur," I said, drawing his at tention to my presence. ' "Tis of no interest to me your silly quarrel with Sieur d'Artlgny. I am weary with the boat Journey, and would rest until food is served." I walked beside him among the trees, and across the patch of grass to where the tent stood against a background of rock. D'Artlgny had disappeared, although I glanced about in search for him, as Cassion drew aside the tent flap, and peered within. He appeared pleased at the way In which his orders had been executed. "'Tis very neat, indeed, monsieur," I said pleasantly, glancing inside. "I owe you my thanks." . "'Twas brought for my own use," he confessed, encouraged by my gra ciousness, "for, as you know, I had no previous warning that you were to be of our party. Please step with in." I did so, yet turned instantly to pre vent his following me. Already I had determined on my course of action, and now the time had come for me to speak him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in view it was no part of my game to anger the man. "Monsieur," I said soberly "I must beg your mercy. I am but a girl, and alone. It is true L am your wife by law, but the change has come so sud denly that I am yet dazed. I appeal to you as a gentleman." He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all my meaning. "You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?" "Would you seek to enter against my wish?" "But you are my wife; that you will not deny! What will be said, thought if I go elsewhere?" "Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this company know the story of that marriage, or why I am aere. What I ask brings no stain upon you. 'Tis not that I so dislike you, mon sieur, but I am the daughter of Pierre la Chesnayne, and 'tis not in oiy blood to yield to force. It will be best to yield me respect and consideration." "You are a sly wench," he said, laughing unpleasantly, "but it may be best that I give you your own way for this once. There is time enough in which to teach you my power. And so you shut the tent to me, fair lady, in spite of your pledge to Holy church. Ah, well! there are storms a plenty b tween here and St. Ignace, and you will become lonely enough in the wil derness to welcome me. One kiss, an? I leave you." "No, monsieur." His eyes'were ugly. "You refuse that! Mon Dieu! Do you think I play? I will have the kiss or more." j. Will the girl wife win this j opening battle with her wits ,a she has no other defense or must she succumb to the 3 strength and brutality of Cas n s'.cr.? (TO DC CONTINUED.) Halting Between Two Opinions By REV. JAMES M. GRAY, D. D. Dean of the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago TEXT How long halt ye between two opinions?-!-1 Kings 18:21. There are many people more or less undpr conviction of sin who are halt ing Just In this way. They know they ought to re nounce sin for righteousness, and they also know -that the only way to do that success fully Is through faith In Jesus Christ. They have been taught that if they will com mit themselves to him as their Re deemer and con fess him as their Lord and Master, he will not only deliver them from guilt, but endue them with the power to otercome Kin and lead a godly life. And yet for all this they are halting, and trying to decide whether to put their trust In : him and openly confess him or not What are some of the reasgus given for this indecision? Or. to put It In another way, what are some of the obstacles which the. evil one Is setting before them to hinder them in their progress towards salvation through Christ? Not long ago we were speaking of this subject from another point of view, and dwelt on two or three very common objections such as that there are hypocrites in the church, or the profit and pleasure that must be given up If one becomes a Christian, or the fear of not being able to hold out in Christian life, etc. But there are other objections than these. One Is the remark, "I am not good enough to become a Christian." This sounds like humility, but In real ity is spiritual pride, for it Is based on the supposition that one can make himself good enough without Christ But if so why need a Savior, and why should the Son of God have suffered and died? If we can make ourselves partially holy, we can make ourselves absolutely holy, and therefore the work of atonement was unnecessary and a crime. A convincing answer to tills is the testimony of our Lord him self that he came not to call the right eous but sinners to repentance. The great Augustine prayed, "O Lord, I am so great a sinner, I must flee Into thine arms!" That Is the place for the sinner to flee just be cause he Is a sinner. (2) "I do not know how to believe." Is sometimes put forth as a reason. And yet "believe" means simply "to trust" "to commit one's self" to the Saviour In order to be saved. Indfced, the difficulty is not so much in the meaning of the word, "believe," as In waiting for feeling to accompany the belief. A woman once gave this excuse to a pastor who was urging her to accept Christ And he said to her, "Do you own the house you live In?" To which she answered, "Yes." And then he add ed, "How do you know you do?" After reflection she said, "Because my title deed is recorded In the office of the county clerk." She was not waiting for feeling to know that she oved her house, and no more should we wait for feellnj to know that we are saved. It is record ed in the word of God, that "God huth given to us eternal life and this life is in his Son. lie that hath the Son hath life and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life." And It is written again. "He that believeth not God hath made him a liar, because he believeth not the record that God gave his Son." The sinner who is waiting for feel ing before he believes that faith saves him is not only doing himself the greatest injury, but Is dishonoring God. 8. Another common reason for halt ing is no reason at all, viz., that the time has not yet come to take the step. It is the excuse of Felix, who trembled when, in his presence, Paul reasoned of "righteousness, tern perance and judgment to come," and who answered, "Go thy way for this time, when I have a convenient season I will call for thee." How often have you heard this in. vitation and warning, and turned a deaf ear to It? Does it Influence you as strongly today as it did the first day you heard It? It may he doubted if it does, and that fact In itself should sound the alarm causing you to hasten from the Impending doom. Every temptation resisted makes the next one easier to conquer. The devil repulsed weakens his power ot attack. Carrots and Peas Creamed. Scrub and cut into dice enough car rots to make a pint. Let stand in cold water for half an hour. Drain and cook in an uncovered kettle of boiling water until carrots are tender. (Old carrots require about one-quarter ol an hour.) Add a pint of peas and a pint of cream sauce. Yellowness In Clothes. Three things will cause whiti clothes to yellow the Iron in the wa ter, a too free use of soda, or impropei
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