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'W' ,*%c±i • Y» inA^-Wijf. • •»fv THX MoHJHTKTPI^AIJTOKAiEK, McHBUBT, fs»ipssii:#iwi# \A^ * ® »* » V * V ..^rni^T^T-, "7"^ -|T-*|f-rT^• ir - IT- *r *»; *f--y ~Jr*J;" f "f--* By VICTOR ROUSSEAU (Copyright, 1919, by George H. Doran Oo.) V-.'j" Hltxstratftons by Irwin Myers V -Y0U WAN- TO FIGHT, EH? ALL RIGHT!" •jnaepsl a.--Hilary Askew, young American, cornea Into possessloft «f Vh» timber and other rights on a considerable section of wooded land In Quebec-- the Rosny Beignlory. Lamartlne, his uncle's lawyer, tells him the property Is of little value. He visits It, and finds Morris, the manager, away. From Lafe Conneli, mill foreman. Askew learns his uncle has been systematically robbed. He sees' Madeleine Rosny, the Seigneur's beautiful daughter. Askew and Con- Dell reach an understanding, and Askew realizes the extent of the fraud practiced on his uncle. Askew learns that Morris, while manager of his (Askew's) property Is associated with the Ste. Marie company, a rival concern, of which Edouard' Brousseau is the owner. Hilary discharges Morris. CHAPTER III*--Continual. "Ah, yes. Monsieur Askew. But, .you Bee, Mr. Morris he pay the men their wages." "Call them here," said Hilary. Jean-Marie called, and the men came forward. "Now tell them what I have tokl you," Hilary continued. Jean-Marie's translation was met with a volley of Interjections. The little timekeeper began half a dozen «xplanatlons and finally gave up in <4eapair. "They say it's Monsieur Brousseau's orders," he explained. "You see, monsieur, we know now that the property la yours, but Monsieur Brousseau hires tiie mill hands." •'Tell them In future I shall hire the «ID hands. Tell them it is my mill." This was met with blank Incredulity. ••Idently Brousseau's lease of mill tights had passed for ownership. "Ahyway, say that thfcir Jobs are food for the coming year," announced Hilary, and wondered whether he dared hope to make good oo that statement. "Where's Lafe Connell?" he Added. "Lafe, he is discharged, too," an •wired Jean-Marie. "He go right away to catch the boat home, carrying his bag. See, Monsieur Askew!" Hilary looked up. On the crest of the hill behind Rocky river, against the skyline, was a solitary figure, Striding along with a bag in its hand. The down boat to Quebec was almost due. Looking seaward, Hilary ww the white hull rounding the lightcause I can't stand the people, or the climate, or Father Lucy praying out fires, or the verandas. I'm sick of It, Mr. Askew, and Clarice and the kids Is In Shoeburyport. That's why. I guess," he said, raising his head and looking at Hilary plaintively, "I guess my feelings kind of got the better of me." Hilary thumped him on the shoulder. "That's all right, Lafe," he said, "but you're going to sign on with me for a year from October first--just one year more. And you're going to sign as manager, at Morris' salary." Lafe Connell looked at him as if it was all a dream. Lafe had been working at forty-five dollars a week since his arrival. "Mr. Askew," he said, when be could steady his voice, "I guess I've been ungrateful. But when Morris told me I was discharged I naturally concluded that he'd bought yon out. I'll stay, Mr. Askew, and I'll do all I can to help clean up this mess and put things on a paying foundation. I guess everyone's been cheating your uncle, Mr. Askew, from Morris and Brousseau and Leblanc down to Jean-Baptiste the scaler. I knew they were swindling you, and Brousseau telephoned me to keep yon in the dark, and--I tried to do it." "Never mind, Lafe. You and I will go over the books together and clean up." "And I tell you this," went on Lafe. "Give fellows like Baptists--Baptiste and me--an example of honest work, and you'll see they'll follow you and take a pride In the business. It's the big fellows we want to get." Hilary held out his hand. "Well shake on that," he said. "You accept the post, Lafe, and you won't make a break for home again?" "Never again, so long as we're on the Job together," Lafe answered. Far off the steamship was pursuing her way toward Quebec. Hilary, watching her, was conscious of a zest of living which his conversion of Lafe did not wholly explain. What, he wondered, was the secret of his Interest in St. Boniface? CHAPTER IV. •^Vhat Are You Deaertina For?" point, and the black smoke from bar funnels an Inverted cone against the heavens. Evidently Lafe would be homeward bound within a half hoar; and no time was to be lost if he hoped to stop him. He Jumped into the buggy and urged ttie horse through the disputing crowd. Without Lafe Connell he felt that his chance was almost a hopeless one. He drove madly along the cliff and down the last descent. As he reached the stable the ship was being attached to the wharf. Hilary Jumped out and Ian to the wharf. A few passengers were gathered about the little baggage efflce and others were standing before the gangway, waiting to embark. Among them was Lafe, with a carpetbag. Hilary flung himself upon him Jnst as he set foot upon the planks. Lafe spun round and looked sullenly at him. Hilary held to his arm. "What's the matter, Lafe?" he asked. "What are you deserting for?" "What's that you say?" demanded ,I*fe ferociously. "Deserting what? .Deserting who? I guess I don't have to stay here when I've been fired, do I, even if my contract is good till Octo^ bar one? Just let go my arm!" The passengers had embarked; the •allors stood waiting for Lafe before illlng back the gangway. "Come back to your senses, Lafe," •aid Hilary. "I haven't fired you, and I guess you can't go off that way without giving me notice. It's all right, captain. He isn't coming," he called. The sailors pulled in the gangway The ropes were cast off. The paddle began to Churn the water into froth, lafe flung his carpet-bag to the floor angrily. "Now suppose you tell me what the trouble Is," suggested Hilary. . "What right you got to stop me?" demanded Lafe. "Say, if it wasn't you I won't answer for what I wouldn't &ave done to you." . "What's happened, Lafe?" , "What's happened? Didn't yon tpll me you were going to hold fast? I thought you was going to fire Morris, (and he comes out and flres me and orders me off the concession. That's a grand way to start standing by your Word, Mr. Askew." "I have fired him." "What?" yelled Lafe, spinning ttrand. Ztf. "I fired him after we'd had a talk, .jLafe. And I guess he put on a front In #rder to get rid of you, because you know too much, hoping that it would Muean nothing to me. But It does. Lafe. Veil me what made you make thpt ' r ".frazy dash for the steamer." , "Beeuuse I'm sick to death of this £.' country." aaawexed LaXa. "B* The First Encounter. Next morning Hilary drove slowly through his property. He noticed with approval, a splendid growth of white spruce. It was a great timber country; Hilary had already come to that conclusion, and to this: that, properly worked and managed, the St. Boniface tract had the possibilities of considerable profits, perpetual ones, if he cut wisely and carefully. After driving at a slow pace for half an hour he emerged Into a little burned-over district, from which he could see for a good distance on every side of him. He stopped the pony and looked about him, trying to get his bearings. The road iqpst ran down to the gorge, where was the main way between the mill and the Interior of the seigniory, Hilary decided. He drove on again. The track had been disused that season and was overgrown with creeping raspberry briers, which made progress difficult. Sud denly the undergrowth fell away, and the road ran upward again, hard and firm, toward a bridge that spanned wide creek tributary to Rocky river. Now Hilary knew where he was. It was the creek which he had passed that morning when he drove out with Connell to Inspect the seigniory He was about to continue his way along the majn road to the mill, but an Impulse urged him to turn the horse about and seek the road that led to Leblanc's old concession. Presently he heard the sound of axes among the trees. He came upon the clearing, to find the old camp still standing, and a great pile of newly hewn timber stacked up under the trees. At Hilary's appearance two or three men looked up from the logs which they were sawing and Whispered. They seemed to draw together. At that moment Hilary had a clearly defined impression of approaching trouble. He got down from the buggy and fastened the horse to a tree. He approached a little group that had formed. "Where's Monsieur Leblanc?" he asked the nearest man. The man scowled and shrugged his shoulders. He glanced toward the camp. Hilary, looking that way, saw Black Pierre emerging from one of the huts. He went toward him, and the two men met face to face. Still without reason to believe In Pierre's hostile intention, Hilary suddenly became aware that they wt>re ringed by a circle of njen, who gradually drew In toward them. "Morning," said Hilary, nodding. "Where is Monsieur Leblanc?" "I don' know," answered Pierre, scowling. "Look for him if you want him. He's your man, ain't he?" "He is, but you are not. What are you doing on ray land? And these men --are they yours?" "What you mean, your land?" demanded Pierre. "I work here for Monsieur Brousseau, with Monsieur Brousseau's men." Hilary saw, out of the corner of his eye, that the ring was swiftly contracting. It struck him that Pierre and he were posted face to face, like prlze- Hinl to remomlmr Coiuioll's counsel Pierre thought he was afraid. He sneered openly. "Last time I came here." said Hilary calmly, disregarding the other's truculence, "Monsieur Leblanc was in charge of this territory. Now I find you here in Leblanc's place. I have not hired you. Again I ask what you are doing here." "I don' know what you mean," snorted Pierre, "an' I got no time to waste in damn foolishness. This here is the Ste. Marie limits. Monsieur Brousseau an' Monsieur Morris run the Ste. Marie limits. Leblanc he work for them laV year. Now I got Leblanc's place." "The Ste. Marie limits are on the other side of the Riviere Rocheuse," said Hilary. "Holy Name, ain't I this side of Riviere Rocheuse? Didn' you cross him coming here?" "That creek Is not the Riviere Rocheuse, as you know very well, Pierre." Black Pierre thrust his face forward into Hilary's. "Say, I got no time to waste wit' you," he snarled. "If you come to fight, say so." "I'll give you five minutes to get off my land." "You wan' to fight, eh? All right," growled the other, suddenly stripping off his short, open Jacket. Hilary had Just time to fasten the top button of his coat before Pierre, with a bellow, charged him, his head down, his arms working like flails. Pierre made short, vicious stabs at him; he was muscle-bound and could not extend the elbow-Joint with any force, but any of his short blows, delivered from a shoulder like a mutton Joint, would have knocked a man senseless. Hilary stepped aside as Pierre precipitated himself upon him, and gave him a sghort uppercut with the left. Pierre went reeling past him, tripped over a projecting trunk of a tree, and fell sprawling to the ground. A second later he was up again, rushing at Hilary. Despite Hilary's blows, which nearly blinded him, and covered his face with blood, he managed to get home two body deliveries which knocked the wind out of the American^ Hilary was forced to give ground. » He had boxed at college a good deal; that was several years before, but the memory instinctively came back to him.'"It's foot-work wins," his teacher had told him. He stepped from side to side, guarding himself against Pierre's furious lunges dexterously, until the opportunity for a telling cross-counter with the right sent Pierre crashing backward. He rose, spitting the blood out of his mouth, and rushed at Hilary again. This time he managed to lock his arms about him and, holding him securely with the left, pummeled him. Hilary forgot his science and shot his right upward between the arm and the body, landing on Pierre's chin. Pierre reeled, but he did not let go his hold. He grasped Hilary like a bear, hugging hiiri till the breath was nearly out of his body, and forcing the point of his chin in under Hilary's collar-bone. Pierre was several years the older, and winded by fast living, but his muscles were as firm as a young man's. Knowing that his enemy's science was more than a match for his superior strength, he maintained the clinch, but gradually shifted his grasp upward, first pinioning Hilary's arm, then gripping his shoulder, until he had him by the throat. Hilary, gasping under the relentless pressure, saw the faces of the lumbermen swim round him. He saw the triumph and the joy, the mockery and the hatred on each; there was no pity for the American; many an old land question, many a racial conflict had become Incarnate in that fight under the pines. Hilary realized that it was a battle, not for the timber tract, but for his own life. Pierre's facje grinned into his own malignantly, plastered with dust and smeared with the sweat that .drove white furrows across It. Hilar} " ' da He Row, Spitting the Blood Out of His Mouth, and Rushed at Hilary Again. hands fall limply. For just a second Pierre relaxed his gras£, to shift it so the thumb-knuckles should close on the carotids. Then Hilary put all his strength into a terrific drive with the left. The blow caught Pierre between the eyes, his arms went up, releasing Hilary, an<f he tottered backward. The yells of the lumbermen, which had been continuous, suddenly ceased. Before Pierre could recover himself Hilary let him have it with the right. *••(>(nj: the prostrate body, drew in a deep chestful of air. A black cloud filled with dancing specks swam before his vision. Out of it he saw the face of one of the nearest spectators. It was filled with an anticipation so pungent that Instinctively Hilary leaped aside. Out of the cloud he saw Black Pierre plunge forward, knife in his hand. The spent blow cut Hilary's sleeve. Pierre recovered himself and rushed at the American^ a fearful spectacle, dripping sweat and blood. Hilary caught him with the right under the jaw, sending him flat. The knife went whirling away into the underbrush. Black Pierre lay still. Hilary turned to the nearest of the awed lumbermen. "Bring Mm a cup of water," he ordered. The man understood and ran into Pierre's hut. But Pierre was shamming; he opened his eyes, fixed them with burning hate on Hilary, and mumbled. V . "Get up!" said Hilary. ' '£• Pierre rose sullenly, edging «l!t of the reach of the expected blow. He was cowed, the fighting spirit was out of him, as it was out of his companions. As civilized men fear the law, the lumbermen feared the unknown forces that lay behind Hilary and manifested themselves through the strength of his arm. "I'll give you five minutes to get off the St. Boniface territory into the Ste. Marie limits, the other side of Rocky river," Hilary said. He turned to the spectators. "I'll thrash every man not employed by me who comes upon my land," he announced. Whether they- understood the meaning of the words or not, they realized the significance of the gesture. Black Pierre, among his companions at the edge of the clearing, stopped his retreat. He meant at least to save his face by threats. But Hilary had deliberately turned his back on him and, without apparent fear of danger, was examining the shacks, and poking the moss out of the Interstices between the logs with a forked stick. When he turned the last of the Ste. Marie men was disappearing out of the clearing down the road. He waited long enough for them to reach the fork, before reentering the buggy. He was thoughtful on the drive homeward. He knew that It was only the unexpected nature of his action which had cleared the concession. That had been a paramount duty; at any cost he must preserve the Integrity of his land. But, given Brousseau's leadership and active hostility, they could put up a fight which would render him Impotent. Physical force could bring him nowhere in the end. It took about an hour for the embel-. llshed story to filter through to the mill. Before work was>knocked off that afternoon Hilary became conscious of a new deference in his hands' manner, of gaping looks that followed him when he went from office to mill, or back. For the first time St. Boniface began to believe that the Morris regime had really passed. "We've still got Brousseau, though," said Hilary to Lafe. "When do you suppose he's going to declare himself?" "Soon," said Lafe. "You've seen to that, Mr. Askew." "Well," answered Hilary cheerfully, "we'll meet that trouble when It comes. Meanwhile, don't spare the teams In breaking up those piles and sending them through the mill. I've got to get out a record load next month, and I'm going to credit all the wood that goes through the mill to the St. Boniface tract and let Brousseau take any action he likes about It." Brousseau was not long in declaring war. On the following afternoon, as he sat In his office, Hilary, looking through the window, saw Madeleine Rosny driving a rig along the road toward the mill. Beside her sat a man whom he had never seen before. He surmised at once that it was Brousseau, but he hardly expected that the girl 'was bringing him to the office. Such proved to be the-case. The rig stopped at the door nnd Hilary had a glimpse of Madeleine's averted, scornful face as she sat waiting, jas If Hilary was beneath her pride, as if to stop there was no more than to stop at, any laborer's shack. Her companion leaped out and came briskly to the door. He was a man of something more than forty, but active and young-look ing. He came into the office and glared down at Hilary, who at once rose and faced him. "I'm Mr. Brousseau," said the visitor. "I've heard of you," said Hilary. "You'll hear more of me. You assaulted one of my men yesterday. Do you think you can come Into this country and' knock my men about like that for doing their duty?" "He was on the Rosny seigniory, and cutting my timber." "He was on the west side of Riviere Rocheuse," snarled Brousseau. "The Riviere Rocheuse has never been surveyed. What you call the creek Is the upper part of Riviere Rocheuse. Lehlanc had permission to cut that tract for Mr. Morris because our two companies worked hand in hand. It is not my way to make explanations, Monsieur Askew, but take that for what it is worth." > "I do so, and it is worth nothing," Hilary answered. "What Is yofar proposition?" "You assaulted my man." "Never mind your man. He started It, and he needed it. If I find him on my limits I'll assault him again. You haven't come here to complain about that. Monsieur Brousseau. What have you come for?" Brousseau advanced and banged his fist on the desk. "I've come here to tell you that you're a fool, young man,1 bo answered. "My word goes in this "Your proposal, please," said Hilary quietly. . ' "Now you're talking sense. This ain't the United States, where yoa rich men can come into a territory and grab It away from the people under their noses. You'll put Mr. Morris back as manager and go home, or else youH sell out to me." "Yes, it does come to about the same thing," said Hilary. "Why don't you ask me to make you a free gift of the concession?" Brousseau scowled savagely at the sarcasm. He was educated enough to be stung by banter, but not Quick enough to retaliate in kind. "Now I'll make you my own proposition." said Hilary. "It's this. You can either submit your books to my Inspection and make good on that lumber that Morris stole ifrom me last year, and keep your men on your own limits, or you can give up the mill rights after October first and build your own mill." Brousseau turned white with rage. 111 run you out of this country," he raved. "I'll freeze you out before the winter's over. Monsieur Askew. You watch me I" Maybe," said Hilary. "Meanwhile, I think you're keeping the buggy waiting, and there is no use in- prolonging this conversation unless you want to accept my terms." Brousseau shook with wrath; he opened his mouth to speak, but snorted Instead; he shook his fist furiously and, turning upon his heel, stamped out of the office. From his desk Hilary watched him climb into the buggy and drive away. His head was bent toward Madeleine Rosny'a, and he was talking emphatically and gesticulating freely. "War's declared," said Hilary to himself, with relief, as he settled himself In his chair. Hilary talked the matter over with Lafe later in the day. "If we,can get a good shipment out before the Gulf closes," he said, "we can carry on till spring. But of course we can't haul lumber out of the woods until there's several feet of snow on the ground." 'And that won't be till navigation's ended for the year," said Lafe. "So I'm going to put through the mill eVery cord of lumber In the river," continued Hilary. "We'll keep Dupont busy. And we'll wind up the year with a substantial balance to our credit." "The Ste. Marie lumber," mused Lafe. "I guess they call it so. But I believe it's all ours. We've got the whip hand of Brousseau there, because it's our mill, and Dupont's Independent of Brousseau. Brousseau can't stop me using that lumber, and he daren't go to law about It." Lafe approved the scheme, with warnings to Hilary about going slow. They went up to the dam and looked over the logs in the river. Riviere Rocheuse was packed as far as the eye could reach. The sight raised Hilary's spirits. There must be thousands of dollars worth of lumber in between the high banks, ready to be passed through the rossing mill for Dupont's schooner. Lafe came to him next day. "The logs In the dam are going into the mill all right," he said, "but they ain't cominfe down-stream above It Baptiste says there's a jam In the gorge." They got the rig and drove to the spot. At the gorge was a solid wall of logs, packed like the straw coverings of wine-bottles. The starting of the logs had wedged them together here. It was clear that it would be necessary to start the mass with dynnmite. "I guess that's the trick," said Lafe. "Baptiste here is an expert dynamiter." "Yes, that shift him quick," said Jean-Marie. "Mighty quick, maybe. I think, Mr. Askew, it is better first to make stronger your boom, or else your lumber go over the rapids Into the Gulf." "How long win It taker asked Hilary. "A week, maybe, for good work. That boom, he will never stand so many logs as that, Mr. Askew." "Get a gnng to work at daybreak tomorrow," Hilary instructed him. . That night Hilary congratulated himself on. having started his counter-offensive against Brousseau. In spite of the man's influence In the district, he felt assured of the loyalty of the bulk of his men. Lafe was worth a hundred and little Baptiste knew his job perfectly. He went to bed in high spirits. The next morning Brousseau arrack his first blow. Hilary had just ordered the rig in order to drive over to Leblanc's lease and try to stop the operations about the Chateau when Leblanc appeared in the office, accompanied by four ruffians whom Hilary recognized as the subjobbers. "Well, Leblanc?" asked Hilary. "What's this I hear you make complaint about my work?" Leblanc demanded. "You've been cutting round the Chateau, Leblanc, and you'll have to stop it," said Hilary. "You knew you were not supposed to cut there." "Ain't I got right to cut on my own lease?" demanded the jobber truculently. "Maybe you have, but anyway you aren't going to cut round the Chateau." "You think so?" asked Leblanc insolently. "All right. You find another boss jobber. Maybe you find one in September what couldn't get a job for next winter, you are so clever. I don't ^now. For me, I go to work for Monsieur Morris at Ste. Marie." "So that's your game, Leblanc I How about that contract?" "That's all right. But If I don't pay on January first, the contract is no good. That was your words, which you wrote down. Well, I keep the lease If you like. Monsieur Askew, an' Brousseau Scowled Savagely at Vie 8arcaam. I cut where I like, or I don't pay one cent. An' these men say they go wherever I go. They won't work for you if I go, because you thrash Black Pierre. They ain't dogs, they're men, an' they got families. They don't stand for no beating with fists. Maybe you change your mind about the cutting?" "Go to the devil!" shouted Hilary. "Maybe you like to beat these men now, eh?" sneered Leblanc! "Not All right. You find other boss jobber Monsieur Askew." He clapped on his hat, and, as If they had rehearsed the scene, the four ruffians followed Leblanc in solemn and triumphant parade across the floor and out of the office. This was first blood with a vengeance. Leblanc's lease was a necessity ; it meant money, and money jttst when his capital would be exhausted. It was essential to sub-lease the tract to some one else. But there was no one in St. Boniface capable of assum* lng charge of such a contract. ThS habitants had no heads for business and no money to invest. All that was paid out in wages flowed back to the store, owned by the Ste. Maria company, and to the Ste. Mart® saloons. Ste. Marie was bleeding St. Boniface whtte in ev/ery way. Filled with resentment, Hilary countermanded the order for the rig and walked up by the mill. His nerves were raw and quivering as he reached the end of the strip of land where Rocky river pours into the gulf below. The whistle blew, and he turned toward St. Boniface and stopped, watching the mob of men emerging from the mill. "Why do you here?" she cried. coipe (TO BE CONTINUED.) LIVED LONG WITHOUT FOOD Pierre went to the ground. Hilary part of the country, and you can't coma fiftbteca. .tried to keep hie t--hag comely m4 *«MUf I «•." Many Cases of Genuine Fasting Recorded Among the Many That Were Palpably Fakes. When the cupboard Is bare, and housekeeping funds are low, the pbor taxpayer thinks of the fasting of the Carthusian monks, and wonders if that is the practical answer to his problem. Apart from the obvious tricksters of the traveling fairs, there are many notable cases of genuine fastiyg. 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All9 truly life Is dark--not worth much to th» man or woman who has acid-stomach! Get rid of It! Don't let acid-stomach hoM Ton back, wreck your health, make your days miserable, make you a victim of th* "blues" and gloomy thoughts! There la » marvelous modern remedy called EATONIC that, brings, oh! such quick relief from your Itomach miseries--sets your stomach to rlghte --makes it strong, cool, sweet and comfortable. Helps you get back your strength, vigor, vitality, enthusiasm and good cheer. 80 many thousands upon thousands of sufferers have used EATONIC with such marvelously helpful results that we are sure you will feel the same way If you will Just give It * trial. Get a big 50 cent bo* of EATONIC-- the good tasting tablets that yon eat Ilk* % bit of candy--from your druggist today. H* will return your money If result! are lot •ven more than you expeet. Might Have Been Worse. The man who sometimes ppoke his thoughts aloud had been more concerned with the things of the world than with things spiritual. One day by chance his hand fell upon a book containing the catechism of a certain Protestant church, and he was SOOD earnestly engaged In reading the Ten Commandments. For some time he pondered over the "Thou shalts" and "Thou shalt nots," which had been forgotten almost since childhood. Then, laying down the book with a sigh, ha muttered: "Well, I've never killed anybody* anyway."--Exchange. , For Constipation use a natural remedy* Sarfield Tea is composed of carefully selected herbs only. At all drug stores.--Adr. Point of Vantage. "What have you here?" "A humorous article entitled. Till Funny Side of Straphanglng.'" "The idea of anybody being able tO' see the funny side of straphanging!" "Oh, It can be done, If you view straphanging from the right angle. The author of this piece occupied a seat." 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