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!1 a c f PI i 3ii lal if 301 lb tin S tiai toe laJ Ita1 bd a. i BSC fcyi put jsc fa! r ,i S3 bt cr :t ' S irii -so S irif Se at Se .1 i SYNOPSIS. slrlehi la Chesnayne, a belle of New 3Pr.uJe, is forced into marriage with OsranLssaJre Cassion. henchman of 3overar Ija Barre, who is plotting: to roost Ijt. Sulle and his Karrison from the t1olUer Fort St. Louis, on the Illinois vm&ver. Adele had overheard the plotters saasur ehe had inherited a Kreat fortune TSiwaa her father and they had kept it tSxara hr. Li Barre and Cassion learned te Klrl's knowledge thus the mar i.ftajfend the hurried departure of Cas nminm. and a company for Fort St. Louis. Ttee bride refuses to share sleeping tstarters with her husband. She has -&Mt i-e friend, youngr Kene D'Artlgrny, m iraide. He is chary of helping her. CSkevet. the girl's uncle, one of the par is found murdered. Her only kin dead by a mur derer's hand, Adele feels more sOene In the world than ever. Her husband's Jealousy and ran cor become pronounced, yet she is strangely hopeful of getting away from the man and from Iter present circumstance in life. Then comes death near to her. How she barely escaped, why she has more reasons than one to be profoundly thankful, is told graphically In this install ment. sallowing the discovery of Chevet, emtwdered, Cassion accuses D'Artigny sf the crime but not in D'Artigny's CHAPTER XII Continued. -True, so I did," he suld at last. T'JLbey were to depart before dawn. TX&e villain is yonder see; well off '2uu farthest point, and 'tis too late to wnertake him now. Saere! there is Kzasght for us to do, that I see, but to Clary Hugo Chevet and go our way king's business cannot wait." Oa the beach all was In readiness r35jr departure, and it was evident . enogh that Moulin had already spread -t3B news of Chevet's murder among comrades. Cassion, however, per xnftfced the fellows little time for dis . -cassion, for at his. sharp orders they Cook their places In the canoes and . Sloshed off. The priest was obliged assume Chevet's former position, xuul I would gladly have accompanied t2lai, but Cassion suddenly gripped me fix bis arms, and without so much as st word, waded out through the 6urf, ..amd put me down In his boat, clamber Oaz in himself, and shouting his orders "0 the paddlers. K think we were all of us glad -raoagh to get away. I know I sat Qent and motionless just where he iSTlaced me and stared back across the vpldenlng water at the desolate, dis tpaal scene. How lonely and heartslck ccoSag It was, those few log houses tzgainst the hill, the blackened stumps CSfttecing the hillside, and the gloomy CSaxest beyond. The figures of a few rnsea. were visible along the beach, and wooe I saw a black-robed priest emerge ffeoan the door of the mission house, tfluid start down the steep path. Hie picture slowly faded as we ad axsced, until finally the last glimpse t the log chapel disappeared in the Staxe, and we were alone on the mys- Miwn D'Artigny Kept Within Sight. ?. tery of the great lake, gliding along : at bare, uninhabited shore. I was r. anrased by the touch of Casslon's hand r eta my own as It grasped the side of Se canoe. "Adele," he said, almost tenderly. -""Why should you be so serious? Can- -oat we be friends?" My eyes met his in surprise. "Friends, monsieur! Are we not? ' ,orby do you address me like that?" Because you treat me as though I -ere a criminal," he said earnestly) """As if I had done you an evil in mak--Sag you my wife. 'Twas not I who 'iiasiened the matter, but La Barre. "Tia not Just to -condemn me unheard, et I have been patient and kind. I 2uught it might be that you loved aaother in truth I imagined that r$Artigny had cast his spell upon you; 3!tyou surely cannot continue to trust -CSat villain the murderer of your IIow know you that to be true?" tl asked. -"Because there is no other aecount lirR Sw it," he explained sternly. "The pxarrel last evening, the early depar ture before dawn " At your orders, monsieur." ""Ay, but the sergeant tells me the ffsOow was absent from the camp for ttwft bours during the night; that !n taae caoonllght he saw him come down stSa hill. Even If be did no do the BEYOND fe roONWD A STORY OP EARLY deed himself, he must have discovered the body yet he voiced no alarm." I was silent, and my eyes fell from his face to tbe green water. 'Twill be hard to explain," he went on. "But he shall have a chance." "A chance! You will question him; and then " lie hesitated whether to answer me, but there was a cruel smile on his thin lips. "Faith, I do not know. 'Tis like to be a courtmartial at the Rock, if ever we get birn there: though the chances are the fellow will take to the woods when he finds himself suspected. No doubt the best thing I can do will be to say nothing until we held him safe, though 'tis hard to pretend with such a villain." He paused, as if hoping I might speak, and my silence angered him. 'Bah, If I had my way the young cockerel would face a file at our first camp. Ay! and it will be for you to decide if he does not." "What is your meaning, monsieur?" "That I am tired of your play-acting; of your making eyes at this forest dandy behind my back. Sang dieu! I am done with all this do you hear? and I have a grip now which will make you think twice, my dear, before you work any more sly tricks on, me. Sacre, you think me easy, hey? I have in my hand so," and he opened and closed his fingers suggestively, "the life of the lad." I had one glimpse of his face as he leaned forward, and there was a look in it which made me shudder and turn away. Flis was no idle threat, and whether the man truly loved me or not, his hatred of D'Artigny was suf ficient for any cruelty. I realized the danger, the necessity for compromise, and yet for the mo ment I lacked power to speak, to ques tion, fearful lest his demands would be greater than I could grant. I had no thought of what I saw, and still that which my eyes rested upon re mains pictured on my brain, the spar kle of sun on the water, the distant green of the shore, the soldiers hud dled in the canoe, the dark shining bodies of the Indians ceaselessly ply ing the paddles, and beyond us, to the left, another canoe, cleaving the water swiftly, with Tere Allouez face turned toward us, as though he sought to guess our conversation. I was aroused by the grip of Casslon's hand. "Well, my beauty," he said harshly, "haven't I waited long enough to learn if it is war or peace between us?" I laughed, yet I doubt if he gained any comfort from the expression of the eyes which met his. "Why I choose peace of course, mon sieur," I answered, assuming a care lessness I was far from feeling. "Am I not your wife? Surely you remind me of it often enough, so I am not likely to forget; but I resent the in sult of your words, nor will you ever win favor from me by such methods. I have been friendly with Sieur d'Arti gny, it is true, but there is nothing between us. Indeed no word has passed my lips In his presence I would not be willing for you to hear. So there Is no cause for you to spare him on my account, or rest his fate on any action of mine." "You will have naught to do with the fellow?" "There would be small chance if I wished, monsieur; and do you sup pose I would seek companionship with one who had killed my uncle?" " 'Twould scarce seem so, yet I know not what you believe." "Nor do I myself; yet the evidence Is all against the man thus far. - I con fess I should like to hear his defense, but I make you this pledge in all honor I will have no word with him, on condition that you file no charges un til we arrive at Fort St. Louis." "Ah!" suspiciously, "you think he has friends there to hold him inno cent." "Why should I, monsieur? Indeed, why should I care but to have justice done? I do not wish his blood on your hands, or to imagine that he is con demned because of his friendship for me rather than any other crime. I know not what friends the man has at the Rock on the Illinois. He was of La Salle's party, and they are no longer in control. La Barre said that De Baugls commanded that post, and for all I know De Tonty and all bis men may have departed." "TIs not altogether true, and for that reason we are ordered to join the company. De Baugi3 has the right of It under commission from La Barre, but does not possess sufficient soldiers to exercise authority. La Salle's men remain loyal to De Tonty, and the In dian tribes look to him for leadership Mon dieu! It was reported in Quebec that 12,000 savages were living about the fort ay! and D'Artigny said he doubted It not, for the meadows were covered with tepees so De Baugls has smaH chance to rule until he has force behind him. They say this De Tonty is of a fighting breed the savages call hlai the man with the iron hand and so the two rule between them, the one for La Barre, and the other for La Salle, and we go to give the gov ernor'a man more power." KANDALL PADRISH COPyttlGMT "You have sufficient force?" "Unless the Indians become hostile; besides there is to be an overland par ty later to join us in the spring and Sieur de la Durantaye, of the regi ment of Carignan-Salliers is at the Chicago portage. This I learned at St. Ignace." "Then it would seem to me, mon sieur, that you could safely wait the trial of D'Artigny until our arrival at the fort. If he does not feel himself suspected, he will make no effort to escape, and I give you the pledge you ask." It was not altogether graciously that he agreed to this, yet the man could not refuse, and I was glad enough to escape thus easily, for It was my fear that he might insist on my yielding much more to preserve D'Artigny from immediate condemna tion and death. The fellow had the power, and the Inclination, and what good fortune saved me, I can never know. I think he felt a certain fear of me, a doubt of how far he might presume on my good nature. Certainly I gave him small encour agement to venture further, and yet had he done so I would have been at my wit's end. Twice the words were upon his Hps a demand that I yield to his mastery but he must have read In my eyes a defiance he feared to front, for they were not uttered. 'Twas that he might have this very talk that he had found me place alone in his canoe, and I would have respected him more had he dared to carry out his desire. The coward in the man was too apparent, and yet that very cowardice was proof of . treachery. What he hesitated to claim boldly he would attain otherwise If he could. I could place no confidence in his word, nor reliance upon his honor. CHAPTER XIII. The Break of Storm. We had no more pleasant weather for days, the skies being overcast and the wind damp and chiiL It did not rain, nor were the waves dangerous, although choppy enough to make pad dling tiresome and difficult. A mist obscured the view and com pelled us to cling close to the shore so as to prevent becoming lost in the smother, and as we dare not venture to strike out boldly from point to point, we lost much time in creep ing along the curves. The canoes kept closer together, never venturing to become separated, and the men stationed on watch in the bows continually called to each other across the tossing waters in guidance. Even D'Artigny kept with in sight, and made camp with us at night, although he made no effort to seek me, nor did I once detect that he even glanced in my direction. The studied indifference of the man puz zled me more than it angered, but I believed it was his consciousness of guilt, rather than any dislike which caused his avoidance. In a way I rejoiced at his following this course, as I felt bound by my pledge to Cas sion, and had no desire to further arouse the Jealousy of the latter, yet I remained a woman, and consequent ly felt a measure of regret at being thus neglected and ignored. I had no knowledge of the date, nor a very clear conception of where we were. The night before we had camped at the mouth of a small stream, the surrounding forest growing down close to the shore, and so thick as to be almost Impenetrable. The' men had set up my tent so close to the water the waves broke scarcely a foot away, and the fire about which the others clustered for warmth was but a few yards distant. Wrapped in my blankets I saw D'Artigny emerge from the darkness and approach Cassion, who drew a map from: his belt pocket and spread it open on the ground in the glare of the fire. The two men bent over It, tracing the lines with finger tips, evi dently determining their course . for the morrow. Then D'Artigny made a few, notes on a scrap of paper, arose to his feet and disappeared. They had scarcely exchanged a word, and the feeling of enmity be tween them was apparent. Cassion sat quiet, the map still open, and stared after the younger man until he vanished in the darkness. The look upon his face was not a pleasant one. Impelled by a sudden Impulse I arose to my feet, the blanket still draped about my shoulders, and crossed the open space to the fire. Cassion, hearing the sound of my ap proach, glanced around, his frown cbT.ging Instantly Into a smile. Ah, quite an adventure this," he said, adopting a tone of pleasantry. "The first time you have left your tent, madame?" "The first time I have felt desire to do so," I retorted. "I feel curiosity to examine your map." "And waited until I was alone; I appreciate the compliment," and he removed his hat In mock gallantry. "There was a time when you would have come earlier." "Your sarcasm is quite uncalled for. You have my pledge relative to the J A C.WCtVRO CO Sieur d'Artlgny, monsieur, which suf fices. If you do not care to give me glimpse of your map, I will retire again." "Pouf! do not be so easily pricked, I spoke in jest. Ay, look at the pa per, but the tracing is so poor 'tis no better than a guess where we are. Sit you down, madame, so the fire gives light, and I will show you our posi tion the best I can." "Did not D'Artigny know?" "He thinks he does, but his memory Is not over clear, as he was only over this course the once. 'Tis here he has put the mark, while my guess would be a few leagues beyond." I bent over, my eyes seeking the points indicated. I had seen the map before, yet It told me little, for I was unaccustomed to such study, and the few points, and streams named had no real meaning to my mind. The only familiar term was Chicago Por tage, and I pointed to it with my fingers. "Is It there we leave the lake, mon sieur?" "Ay; the rest will be river work. You see this stream? 'TIs called the Des Plalnes, and leads into the Illi nois. D'Artigny says it is two miles inland, across a flat country. 'Twas rere Marquette who passed this way first, but since then many have trav ersed It. 'Tis like to take us two days to make the portage." "And way up here Is Port des. Morts. where we crossed the opening into Green Bay, and we have come since all this distance. Surely 'tis not far along the shore now to the portage?" "Mon dieu, who knows! It looks but a step on the map, yet 'tis not likely the distance has ever been measured." "What said the Sieur d'Artlgny?" "Bah! the Sieur d'Artlgny; ever It is the Sieur d'Artlgny. 'TIs little he knows about it, in my Judgment. He would have it thirty leagues yet, but I make it we are ten leagues to the south of where he puts us. What, are you going already? Faith, I had hopes you might tarry here a while yet, and hold converse with me." I paused, in no way tempted, yet uncertain. "You had some word you wished to say, monsieur?" "There are words enough if you would listen." " 'Tis no fault of yours If I do not. But not now, monsieur. It is late and cold. We take the boats early and I would rest while I can." He was on his feet, the map gripped in his hand, but made no effort to stop me, as I dropped him a curtsy, and retreated. But he was there still wjen I glanced back from out the Bafety of the tent, his forehead creased by a frown. When he finally turned away the map was crushed shapeless in his fingers. The morning dawned somewhat warmer, but with every promise of a storm, threatening clouds hanging above the water, sullen and menacing, their edges tipped with lightning. The roar of distant thunder came to our ears, yet there was no wind, and Cas sion decided that the clouds would drift southward, and leave us safe passage along the shore. His canoe had been wrenched in making landing the evening before, and had taken in considerable water during the night. This was bailed out, but the interior was so wet and uncomfortable that I begged to be given place In another, boat, and Cassion consented, after I had exhibited some temper, ordering a soldier In the sergeant's canoe to exchange places with me. . We may have proceeded for half a league, when a fog swept in toward the land enveloping us in its folds, although we wee close enough to the shore so as to keep safely together, the word being passed back down the line, and as we drew nearer I hecame aware that D'Artigny's boat had turned about, and he was endeavoring to induce Cassion to go ashore and make camp before the storm broke. The latter, however, was obstinate, claiming we were close enough for safety, and finally, In angry voice, in sisted upon proceeding on our course. D'Artlgny, evidently feeling argu ment useless, made no reply, but I noticed he held back his paddles and permitted Casslon's canoe to forge ahead. lie must have discovered that I was not with monsieur, for I saw him stare intently at each of the other canoes, as though to make sure of my presence, shading his eyes with one hand, as he peered through the thick ening mist. This action evidenced the first intimation I had for days of his continued Interest in my welfare, and my heart throbbed with sudden pleas ure. Whether or not he felt some pre monition of danger, he certainly spoke words of instruction to his Indian pad dlers, and so manipulated his craft as to keep not far distant, although slight ly farther from shore, than the canoe in which I sat. Cassion had already vanished In the fog, which swept thicker and thicker along the surface of the water, the nearer boats becoming mere Indistinct shadows. Even within my own canoe the faces of those about me appeared gray and blurred, as tr-e damp vapor swept over us In dense clouds. It was a ghastly scene, rendered more awe some by the glare of lightning which seemed to split the vapor, and the sound of thunder reverberating from the surface of the !ak, The water, a ghastly, greenish gray, heaved beneath, giving us kittle diffi culty, yet terrifying in its suggestion of sullen strength, and the shore line was barely discernible to the left .as we struggled forward. What obstinacy compelled Cassion to keep us at the task I know not perchance a dislike to yield to D'Artigny's advice but the sergeant swore to himself, and turned the prow of our canoe inward, hug ging the shore as closely as he dared, his anxious eyes searching every rift in the mist. Yet, dark and drear as the day was, we had no true warning of the ap proaching storm, for the vapor cling ing to the water concealed from our sight the clouds above. WThen it came it burst upon us with mad ferocity, the wind whirling to the north and striking us with all the force of three hundred miles of open sea. The mist was swept away with that first fierce gust, and we were struggling for life in a wild turmoil of waters. I had but a glimpse of It a glimpse of wild, raging sea; of black, scurrying clouds, so close above I could almost reach out and touch them; of dimly revealed canoes flung about like chips, driving before the blast. Our own was hurled forward like an arrow, the Indian paddlers working like mad to keep stern to the wind, their long hair whipping about. The soldiers crouched In the bottom, cling ing grimly to any support, their white faces exhibiting the abasement of fear. The sergeant alone spoke, yelling his orders, as he wielded steering paddle, his hat blown from his head, his face ghastly with sudden terror. It was but the glimpse of an instant; then a pad dle broke, the canoe swung sideways, balanced on the crest of a wave and went over. I was conscious of cries, shrill. In stantly smothered, and then I sank, struggling hard to keep above water, yet borne down by the weight of the canoe. I came up again, choking and half strangled, and sought to grip the boat as it whirled past. My fingers found nothing to cling to, slipping along the wet keel, until I went down again, but this time holding my breath. My water-soaked garments and heavy shoes made swimming al most impossible, yet I struggled - to keep face above water. Two men had reached the canoe, and. had somehow found hold. One of these was an In dian, but they were already too far away to aid me, and in another mo ment had vanished In the white crest ed waves. Not another of our boat's crew was visible, nor could I be sure of where the shore lay. Twice I went down, waves break ing over me, and flinging me about like a cork. Yet I was conscious, though strangely dazed and hopeless. I struggled, but more as If in a dream than in reality. Something black, shapeless, seemed to sweep past me My Fingers Found Nothing to Clinj To. through the water; it was borne higt on a wave, and I flung up my hands In protection; I felt myself gripped, lifted partially, then the grasp failed, and I dropped back into the churning water. The canoe, or whatever else it was, was gone, swept remorselessly past by the raging wind, but as I came up again to the surface a hand clasped me, drew me close until I had grip on a broad shoulder. Beyond this I knew nothing; with the coming of help, the sense that I was no longer struggling unaided for life in those treacherous waters, all strength and consciousness left me. When I again awoke, dazed, trem bling, a strange blur before my eyes I was lying upon a sandy beach, with a cliff towering above me, Its crest tree-lined, and I could hear the dash of waves breaking not far distant. 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