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NORTH PLATTE SEMJ-WBHKLY TRIIHTNE. MWOODE (Copyright, 1010, by Georgo TWO ANGRY BLUE EYES AND FLUSHED CHEEKS (Synopsis. Hilary Askow, younK American, comes Into ponesslon of tho timber and other rights on a consldorahps section of wooded land In Quohoc tho lloany seigniory. Lamnrtlne, his unclo's lawyer, tolln him tho property Is of little value. Ho visits It, nnd finds Morris, tho manager, away. From I-fifo Conncll, mill foremnn, Askew learns liln undo has been systematically robbed. Ho seen troublo on nil sides. Nevertheless, ho rcfusoB to sell out nnd decides to manago his proporty hlmsolf. Incidentally ho catches sight of Selgnour Rosny'a beautiful daughter, tho center of n rnHcally plot. Sis CHAPTER II. 2 Lafe Connell Explains. After breakfast the next morning .Hilary hired Monsieur Tremblny's buggy und started out with Lnfe, with tho Intention of covering n portion of the limits nnd seolng tho operations of tho Jobbers; he nlso mennt to keep his eyes open an to tho nnturo of tho timber. Tho buggy surmounted a bill, nnd another hill appeared In tho distance. Here nnd there, scattered nlong tho roadside, were solitary cabins, with little patches of cultivated ground about them. "And on tho right of tho roadi Is tho file. Mario territory?" asked Hilary. "Yep, Mr. Askew. The two runs neck and neck back Into them moun tains. Wo turn oIT presently. Wohnven't touched this district yet." Hilary noted the first-growth spruce nlong tho banks. "Why don't wo cut thlB, nnywny, If tho rest Is mainly fir?" ho asked. "Thero's enough lum ber hero to fill our dam instead of tho Ste. Murlo company's logs." Lnfe answered volubly, but did not meet Hilary's eyes. "You sec, Mr. Askew," he began to' explain, "It's this way. Thero's n good deal of fir on our proporty, nnd what plno nnd spruce there Is Is small ish. Thcro was n big flro over this district fifteen yenrs or so ago. Now Mr. Morris calculates thnt If we go low for n whllo and give the trees n chunco to grow, they'll bo worth twice s much In n few years. We're de veloping tho property slowly, Mr. Askew Hilary's band fell on Lafo's shoul der. "Connell," ho said, "I brought you up hero with mo to learn the truth from you. You'ro going to sign on gain on October first, nnd It's mo you're going to sign with, not Mr. Morris. Now tell mo tho facts about all this." Lnfo stammered nnd bung his head llko n schoolboy cnught In wrong doing. But Hllnry's hnnd wns grip ping his shoulder, nnd nt last Lafo raised his head , nnd looked strnlght at nilary. "If I thought you'd Btlck hero," ho mid, "I guess I'd back you to tho lim it. But you'll never stnnd for St. Bonlfnco, Mr. Askow. They're so In fernally slow here, they nln't got hu man wnys, sir. And thoy'ro crooked. I thought, when I heard you was com ing, you'd bo llko Mr. Morris I mean, wlso to tho game but you nln't. I guess most business Is crooked every where, but hero It's crooked all through. You'll bo selling out to Mr. Brousscnu In n month's time, and that'll bo my finish." "You'ro dead wrong, Connell," nn Hwcred Hilary. "I like tho looks of this country, nnd I'm hero to stay. Now suppose you forgot about Mr. Brousscnu for n while and consider yourself to be what you ure, my paid employee. And you can count on my standing by you." Ho held his hnnd out. For n mo ment Lafo Connell'B,keen grny eyes met his searching Inquiry; then ho took Hilary's hand and wrung It. "I bcllovo you menu wbnt you say, Mr. Askow," ho returned. "And you can reckon on me so far as my duty goes." "I Biipposo that tnlo nbout tho Bos ny seigniory being nothing but llr Is a He, Connell?" asked Hilary pres ently, ns tho pony ambled through u vnlley overgrown with rod pine. "Mostly," said Lafo. "Thoro Is n deal of fir, but thero's enough spruco nnd pine to make tho concession pay, If Mr. Morris vfnutod It to." "So Morris In n been playing double?" Lafe nodded. "You see, Mr. Askew. It's this wny," lio snld. "When Morris :umo up here I believe be meant to Min straight. But he'd been a lumber man In t small way up In Ontario, nnd fc wasn't wlso to tho gamo as It's plnyod her Hero It's gruft, and It's novor boon nothing else. So whun Morns found your undo didn't know aothli? about tho business, nnd left It In his bnnds, ho naturally fell for tho gamo Brousscnu was playing. "Uroussenu Is tho big man up hero, and he'd had bis oyo on tho Bosny elgnlory for n long time. Ho wanted to buy, but Bosny was soro on him, and ho closed tho deal with your undo Instead. But afterward Brousscnu got the mortgago on tho Chateau nnd tho little bit of Innd round It, to keep bold on Uosny. "Well, tho Bosny solgnlory Is tho only piece or free-hold up this way. Be yond it's government land, nnd all round It's government land. Brous- Beau started In to squcozo your undo out. And Morris wont with him. lio played doubkv ns you wero saying, Mr. Aakov, Tho point of tyo wholo n. Doran Co.) game was to freeze out your uncle nnd got tho property for n sontr. That's how It stands. Hero wo turn off Into Mr. Lcblanq's lenso." "Who's ho?" "Your chief Jobber," snld Lafo. Tho buggy turned off throueh tho forest along n new rond. Hero wns some splendid timber, blnck und whlto spruce nnd tnll whlto pine. Tho sound if axes begnn to bo uudlble, and pres ntly they reached n clearing, In which i number of frnmo shacks wero under construction. Superintending tho work wns n tnll, rather fair man of nbout forty years, with n cost In one eye; nnd with him wns n short, thickset man of grent muscular power. The two looked tin as tho hueirv nn- proached, and tho short man scowled. "Tins is Mr. Leblnnc," snld Lafo. 'Mr. Leblnnc, this Is Mr. Askew, tho owner." Leblnnc nut out his hnnd Hmnlv. but Hllnry, nettled by his manner, did not tako It. "Mr. Leblnnc Is clenrlnc n enmn for his next year's lease," continued Lafe. "But tho lease Is not sltmed?" nsked Hilary. "It will bo signed In October." nn- swered Leblnnc. "I hnvo nrrnniro with Monsieur Morris." "You'll mnko vour nrrnnuomnnts with mo In future," said Hilary. "If tho price Is satisfactory, you enn hnvo tins trnct." Leblnnc stared nt him Insolently with his good eye, tho other fixing n treo on Hilary's r cht. "I work for Mr. Morris. I make arrango with him," o answered. "See here. Leblnnc. you didn't cntch who this gentleman Is," snld Lafo. 'This Is Mr. Askew, the nenbow of the lato Mr. Askew. He has como Into the property. He's boss. You irot me. don't you, Leblnnc?" Leblnnc shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, yes. I understand." ho nnawnrcd. and, turning without another word, walked back toward tho lumbermen, nccompnnled by the short mini, who wns chuckling maliciously at Hilary's discomfiture. Hilary flushed, but Lafe laid his band on his wrist, closing tho lingers nbout It Willi u viselike grip. "Stendy, Mr. Askew. Don't let those follows get you riled," he said. "If you'ro coining into this mime it means stendy work. You'vo got to hold bnck and bold back, until you'vo got tilings ready." They re-entered tho huircv and. turn- lng tho horse, drovo back. Presently Hllnry cooled down. "Who wns tho little man?" ho naked. "That's Plerro soniothlnc-or-nther. Blnck Pierre, he's called. He's Brous senu's chief crook. Ho's n trouble some mnn, Mr. Hllnry. Ho'll benr watching." "We'll flro him first thing," snld Hll nry. "Why. ho nln't hired bv us." nn- swered Lafe. "Then Wbnt III thnmlor ta hn flnlne on my concession, tnlklnir to niv chief Jobber?" t "Well, thoro nln't no law ncrnlnHt It," snld Lafo, with u humorous look on his fnce. "I guess them two nro pretty thick together. "You see. Mr. Askew. It's this wnv." ho went on. "If you'ro going to clear up this mess. It ain't a lilt of uood going for tho little fellows. They're tno tall that Brousseau wnirs. Ohi-p you get Broussenu's band out of your pie, tno otners follow him. When l'lerro sees there ain't no morn ninit. Ings out of the St. Bonlfnco land ho'll go hack to the smuggling business." "Urandy-sinuggllng?" "Why, he's tho bad mnn of Sto. Ma rio. Ho runs cargoes of cln ami lirnmlv ashore from the south const, nnd there's never been a revenue olllcer in thin district within human memory, nor would ono dure to show his face here. Say. I'll tako you through Ste. Marie on the way back to tho mill 1" They had reached tho main road again; they went on a little way and then turned westward over a rough track through a burned-over district densely covered with llroweed and whlto starved asters. Soon another rig appeared before them, topping the hill. Lafo pulled In as It approached. "Bonjour, Father Lucy," he called to the elderly priest, who sat Inside, "This gentleman Is Mr. Askew, tho now owner of tho Bosny concession. Ho's old Mr. AsUow's nephew." Tho euro looked Hilary over, then ho leaned forward and extended his baud, which Hilary grasped, "I nm please to meet you, Mr. As kow," ho said. "I opo we shall be come frlens, llko Mr. Lnfo here, an' not quarrel so much." "Ah, Father Lucy, you nmkonio tired sometimes," said Lafe. "What In thun der's tho uso of praying for rain when tho forests uro burning, instead of. iV SPOIL getting busy nnd putting out the fire?" "Mr. Lafe, there Is many thing you do not understand," said the euro, pat ting the Ynnkeo on the shoulder be nevolently. "Mr. Lafo Is fine fellow," ho ndded to Hilary, "but ho want to go too rjulck all the time." It was evident to Hllnry that tho two wero fast friends. Father Luclcn clucked to his pony, took off his lint with a flourish, nnd resumed bis Jour ney. "Father Lucy's a good sort," mut tered Lafe, "but be makes mo tired sometimes. Slow ns tho dovll, Mr. Askow. And yet, now I come to think of It, he does get results In his own time. He nln't equal to cleaning up Sto. Marie, though." After n pause ho added: "Some times I've thought tbnt Fnther Lucy bad something up his sleeve about Ste. Mario after all." An hour's drive brought them within sight of the village. Ste. Marie was almost n repllcn of St. Boniface ex ternally, with the same shacks, clus tered nbout tho brick ofllccs of tho company. "Not much to see now," said Lafe. "But on pay night It's fierce, Mr. As kew. I guess this place Is a real hell." "Bowdy, Council, you mean?" "I didn't mean that, Mr. Askew. It's that, God knows; but wbnt I mennt by bell was n plnco where everybody's a law to himself with nothing to re strain him. A place where everybody does what ho wants to do. That's my idea of hell, sir," Tho road wound along the shore. Presently St. Bonlfnco enmo Into sight. "I think I'll go into tho office, Connell," said Hilary. "I guess you'll have to break It open, then," snld Lnfe. "Mr. Morris took tho keys with him." "Wben's ho coming bnck?" "Wo were expecting him on tho boot this Afternoon." Hilary considered for n moment. "I'll wnlt till tomorrow then," bo said. "Hollo, Monsieur Bnptlstol" The little scaler nnd timekeeper wns hurrying toward the buggy. "Mon sieur I" he gasped. "Monsieur Askew, yestcrdny I did not know who you wero. Kxcuso 1" "Thut's nil right, Bnptlste," an swered. Hilary. "Just remember that I'm running things hero now, that's all. And, by tho way, that order nbout; trespassers and visitors Is at an end. There's going to bo nothing done hero that we'll bo nfraid of people finding out. Got U?" Jcnn-Marlo Biiptisto evidently had got it, for ho looked almost terrified. He touched his hat and withdrew with u sort of shuffling bow. "You certainly do have the knnck of putting things ncross, Mr. Askow," said Lafo admiringly. "I guess you're ready to go bnck to the hotel. Wnlt. There's old Dupont, tho captain of the lumber schooner. I guess you'll want to meet him?" "I suppose so," snld nilnry. Dupont came toward tho rig, ac companied by tho timekeeper. Tho cnptnln wns a tall old mnn of nbout sixty years, with a gray beard, a wenther-bcuten fnce, nnd pnlo gray eyes that seemed to burn with some A Glance at Her Face Showed Him That She Was Perfectly Aware Who He Wns. consuming lire. His look, us he turned It on Hilary, was so searching, and so Inscrutable, and so momentarily hos tile, that Hilary felt uncomfortable. There was a history behind that pene trating stare u history and a hate. But after a moment's examination of Hilary's fnco a film seemed to come over tho old man's eyes. Whatever tho renson for his strange gaze, Du pont was satisfied. He stood by Lafe, and .Tean-Baptlsto triinslnted. "Tho captain snys tho schooner's full," ho said. "He want to start for Quebec on tonight's tide." "Toll him to speak to Mr. Askew here," answered Lafe. "Say that Mr. Askew's In charge." Tho timekeeper translated back Into tho Froncli. A smile flickered upon Diipont's fuco. Ho shook bis bead and unswercd. "He snys he's got to hnvo Mr. Mor ris' orders," said Bnptlste. Lnfe turned to Hllnry, who took up tho conversation. "Ask him If he doesn't understnnd what I nm hero for," he suggested. Dupont was Impregnable in bis po sition. Ho hnd lumber from both con cessions, and Mr. Morris wns In cbnrgo of both. What orders had been loft with reference to. his freight? Lafo was pleased and surprised nt the wny Hllnry took It. But Hilary bad lenrncd n good denl during that morning. "Thnt sounds reasonable," bo sold. "Give blm Mr. Morris' orders, Connell, whntcver they are." And, when tho matter had been settled, he added: "You wero dead right, Conncll. We've got to settle with the big fellows first." Ho dropped Lnfe at the mill and drove slowly homeward across the bridge, thinking hnrd. There would probnbly bo no trouble with Leblnnc after be had shown that he was mas ter. And Lnfo would bo n plllnr of strength. Hllnry hnd instinctive faith In the slow-speaking Yankee. "I must get little Bnptlste on our side, too," he snld aloud, ns the buggy topped the hill beyond tho bridge; and then he became awaro of Madeleine Bosny upon her horse, at the end of the branch road, waiting for blm to pnss. Hilary felt unccrtnin nnd awkward. Ought he to raise his hat to her? A glance nt her face showed him that sbo was perfectly aware who ho was. It showed blm n firm chin, resolutely set, two nngry blue eyes, nnd flushed cheeks whoso redness did not come from hnrd riding. Ho decided to bow. But before he did so the buggy hnd pnssed, leaving a path; nnd Mndemolselle Madeleine, her fnco nverted, stnrtcd her borso down the hill. Hllnry jerked the reins nngrlly, nnd the pony set off nt n gnl lop for Monsieur Trcmblny's stables. But before the finnl descent wns reached Hilary wns laughing. Some how the girl's hostility seemed to ndd u zest to the game. "I don't know that I'll bo so very diplomatic with Brousseau after all," said Hilary, as he drew rein at the stablo entrance. CHAPTER III. Hilary Talks Business. Hilary was smoking on tho porch the next morning, formulating his plans, when he heard the bell on the side of the telephone box begin to ring clangorously. Then Monsieur Tremblay came out and made it clear to Hilary that ho was wanted. It wns Lafo Connell calling, "Say, Mr. Askew," ho said, "I'm 'phoning you from my boarding place. They came bnck yestcrdny afternoon; the boat was Into; maybe you didn't know. They've been cross-questlonlng me nnd Bnptlste all the morning. Broussenu's Just left, and Morris has ordered the storekeeper's rig to drive over to you In an hour's time." "Thanks, Connell," snld Hllnry. "I'm much obliged. I'm coming over." Ho reached tho olllco just In time to see Morris emerge toward a buggy which was drawn up before the door. Morris looked plainly disconcerted to sec him. He was an older man than Hilary had expected to meet. Ho seemed well on tho shady side of fifty. He hnd elusive gray eyes, a prominent but lll-dcflned nose, and a heavy, thready mustnehe. It was u typo Hilary knew Intimately: Tho crooked business go between. "Mr. Morris, I think," ho snld, de scending nnd tlelng tho pony to tho hitching post In front of the building. Morris held out his hand, which Hil ary took, with no great cordiality. "I cumo back last night and heard you wero hero, Mr. Askew," he said. "I was Just coming over to seo you." "I henrd you wero here," said Hil ary. "I camo to seo you and talk things over." Morris, recognizing the situation, ac cepted It and turning back, pulled tho key out of his pocket and opened tho olllco door. Hilary sat down at tho desk nearest the window, from which ho could seo the endless line of logs ascending tho cogged chain that drew them Into the mill flume. Morris took n box of cigars from his desk drawer and offered It to Hilary, who declined. Morris chose one and, biting oIT tho end, lit it. Hilary could seo that his hand trembled n little. "Well, sir," he said, seating himself, "this Is tho Inst plnco In tho world whero I should hnvo expected to see you. I have Just heard from Mr. Lams-lino thnt you Intended to pay a visit to Quebec, but that letter was written some days ago. You didn't seo him?" Two days before Hilary would have Jumped nt the bait, would havo shown his resentment of the He, declnrcd hos tility, and given Morris his cue. Now bo only smiled pleasantly. "Yes, I saw him," he answered. "He tried to dlsH'ruio mo from coming up here, but I wanted to nee tho j,opl'i ty." "If you hnd lot me know," snld Mor ris, "I could have made arrangements. You buvn como In tho slackest month By VICTOR ROUSSEAU Illustrations by Irwin My er of the ywir. There is very little to show you. But I shall arrange to tako you ull over the concession. I sup pose you'll be stuylng long enough to do some fishing, Mr. Askow? There ore some fine trout lakes a few miles to tho north. We might mnko a day's trip of It." Ills sentences were not continuous. Thcro was a considerable pause after each, long enough to allow Hilary to reply. If Hilary's silences bad aroused respect In the mind of Lamar tlno, they aroused positive fear In that of Morris. Hilary came to the point. "I hnve come hero to assume chnrge, Mr. Mor ris," ho said. "Please let me seo the map and books." Morris wiped his forehead with a hundkerchlef which ho took from his desk. "That's that's a sudden deci sion, Mr. Askew," he snld, trying to smile. " "My decisions nro always sudden." Morris laid ono finger upon the edge of tho desk. "Of course I know noth ing of your nffalrs or circumstances, Mr. Askew," he snld, with n tone of nggrlevement, "but If you Intend to take charge Immediately, In this im pulsive way, that menns that I must step out. The concession Is not n pay ing proposition, as you are probably aware, but your uncle wns satisfied with my iunnngemcnt." "I hnve not expressed dissatisfac tion yet," nnswered Hllnry. "Please let me see " "My suggestion," Interrupted Mor ris, "Is merely thnt you hold over your decision until we can go Into the books together. Frankly, If I were you I should try to sell. It was my ndvlce to your uncle, but ho wns n lit tle obstlnnte about confessing to an error In judgment, Mr. Askew." "Before I see the books," said Hil ary, "I hnvo n question to ask you. Are you not associated with the Ste. Marie company ?" Morris wiped his forehend again. He bated directness ns much ns Lam nrtlne. "I certainly am," he said, "but" "Another .question. How do you reconcile that with your duties as man ager of my concession?" "Now, my dear sir," protested Mor ris, raising his finger, "If that Is your gripvnnco it is nn unjustiflnble one. There Is nothing in my duties here In compatible with my having other In terests. I think you will find thnt I hnvo not neglected my obligations to your Into uncle. As for the Ste. Marie company, the fact thnt it Is Adjacent makes It easy for me to devote a little time to It, so far ns I can spare It from my duty here. The two com panies are not In conflict, Mr. Askew. Quite the contrary. What helps one, helps the other." "Quite so," snld Hilary. "I don't dis pute that you have had a right to en gage In other Interests. But how about their use of our mill?" "At a sum, Mr. Askew, which mnkes quite a little showing on the credit side of our ledgers. Wo can't afford to throw money away, and our cuttings aro not lnrgo enough for tho one to Interfere with tho other." "You mean tho timber Is bad." "Damn bad," said Morris. "Gummy fir, Mr. Askew. What little spruce there Is I've been holding to make n show In case we decide to sell." "That- sounds plausible," said Hil ary; and then he shot his bolt. "Why does tho Ste. Mario company wish to purchase this gummy llr of ours?" be asked. Morris rose up, trembling with anger that was only half feigned. "I seo you have suspicions of my good faith, Mr. Askew," ho said Indig nantly. "That Is the only possible In terpretation I can put upon your ques tion." "If you will answer it, wo can inter pret it together later." "I am not prepared to answer it off hand. Many companies would like to get our property. The Ste. Mario company mny or may not hnvo that In tention. I should no more think of disclosing tho Ste. Mnrle's plans to you than I should think of disclosing your plans to tho Ste. Marie." "May I havo the books and map of the seigniory limits nnd leased trncts, Mr. Morris?" nsk.d Hllnry. "If you think my services aro worth less I hnvo no desire to retain my po sition here" Hilary rose, crossed to Morris' desk, nnd tapped the roll top. "I suppose you do not refuse to produco them?" he asked. Morris took a key from his wnlst coat pocket with fingers that could hardly find It. Ho luserted It after two failures, snnpped back the lock, and throw tho top up, revealing the books heaped together, ns If they had just been under examination. "Go through them by till means, if you think you'vo been swindled," bo cried. He flung another key on the desk. "This is the key to the olllco," he snld. "Tho other desk contains my private papers." "Tho map, Mr. Morris?" "Tho seigniory Is bounded on tho Vest by tho Bocky rlvor. It Is n straight concession of olgbty-flvo thou sand, flvo hundred odd urpeuts, with threo sides approximately equal. If you wnnt n mnp you'll huvo to go to tho government. Mr. Lnmnrtlno has tho legnl documents." "There must be a mnp," said Hilary quietly. "It Isn't drawn to scnle. You'll And n rough plan of the lenses among those pnpers." Ho moved toward tho door, laid his bund on the handle, cleared his throat and looked bnck. "I have only to say that my yearly contract expires on October first," he said. "If you wish to renew it 1 shall expect adequate notice." Hllnry looked up from the books, "You mny regard It as terminating on October first, then," he answered. "If I wish to renew It I shall let you know when I have looked Into these." This time Morris' anger was quite unfeigned. You can accept my resig nation now," he shouted. "Do you think I am tho mnn to nccept dlsmiosal at the hands of n young American jjreenhorn like you? Why, I've thrown nwny thousunds trying to develop this rotten proposition of your uncle's, out of friendship for hlml And wbnt do you think you're going to mnke out of the concession? You enn't speak the language, you can't get nlong with the people, you know nothing of the Cana dian lumber business. You'll be bank rupt inside of six months and glad to sell out for a song. Thut's all I have to say to you, except that I'm resign- i "And If You Say I'm Discharged I'll Sue You for Libel in tho Quebec Courts." lng and not discharged, and if you saj I'm discharged I'll sue you for libel Id the Quebec courts." ne opened the door, but Hilnrj called to him. "One moment, Mr. Mor ris," he sold. Morris turned and looked at him un certainly. He was ready to accept nnj extension of the olive branch. "Take your cigars," said nilary opening the drawer and bringing out the box. Mr. Morris turned purple, snorted, then snatched up the box und madt bis exit. Apparently he wished to convey tht Impression of a furious quarrel with a less humlllntlng ending, for Hilnrj henrd blm shouting angrily outside. Through the window he snw Jean Bnptlste como running up to him. There came, Inter? the confused sound of ninny voices in consultation. Bui Hilary turned his Attention to the books. The deficit for tho hnlf-yenr had been eight thousand dollars. That much Lnmartlne's pnpers hnd shown, und Hilary could find no fault with the stntement. It wns, of course, impos sible to nrrlvo nt nny discovery with out experience of the practical work lng of the concession, und Hilary quickly realized that little was to bo obtnlned by n prolonged scrutiny, There wns, however, a considerable expenditure for provisions nt the Ste. Murlo compnny's store, which ho as sumcd to be the store on the property, In view of an Item on the credit side for tho lease of n building. There, At any rate. Morris' dishonesty was mani fest. Hilary closed the books. He would discharge no mnn for lusolence, but he felt thnt Morris was entitled to no more thnn his salary until October. Having closed the desk, be looked nbout tho olllco. A door led Into an extension of the two-story building. Ho found thnt the key to tho outer door fitted this, and, opening It, en tered a very comfortnble little living room, with a small kitchen nt the back. A stairway at the back of tho bouse, built on the outside, evidently led Into tho bedrooms. He decided to tako over Morris' quarters for his per sonal use. lio had just returned Into the offlco nnd put on his bat preparatory to leaving when there came a tap nt the door. Tho frightened face of Jean Mnrlo Baptisto looked In. "Monsieur Morris has raised b ,' said tho scaler. "How's that?" "Everybody Is discharged every body what works for the St. Bonlfnco company. Only the Ste. Mnrlo men stuy. They are very angry. They sny they could hnvo got work on tho smith shore for winter, but now too Into maybe." "Go nnd toll tho bnnds nnliniK- la discharged yet," nnswered Hilary. uurt you get It through your head thnt I'm in cbnrgo hero?" How an American meets trouble half way. (TO BE CONTINUED.)
