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I should tell him, tell him all; and he must judge my conduct from my own words, and not those of another. In some manner I must keep him away from Cassion ay, and from Chevet until opportunity came for me to first communicate with him. I was a woman, and some instinct of my nature told me that Sieur de Artigny held me in high esteem.

I knew little of it, yet sufficient to keep the remembrance of those adventures fresh in my mind, and never did they recur to me without yielding me vision of the ardent young face of De Artigny as he waved me adieu from the canoe.

"Perchance," he said coolly, "if I were a stickler for etiquette, I might ask you first for some explanation of this attack. However, we have made some heads ring, so I waive that privilege. I am the Sieur de Artigny, a lieutenant of La Salle's." "Mon Dieu!" the other stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

"I was but a girl when he was killed, and we seldom met, for he was usually on campaign. Yet what do you mean by thus expressing surprise at my marriage to Monsieur Cassion?" He hesitated, evidently regretting his impulsive speech, and glancing from my face into the stern eyes of De Artigny. "Monsieur, Madame, I spoke hastily; it was not my place."

"I share your faith in the innocence of M. de Artigny," I answered firmly enough, "but beyond this assertion I can say nothing." "Naturally not, Madame. Yet we must move along. You can walk, Rene?" "Ay, my hurts are mostly bruises." The torches led the way, the dancing flames lighting up the scene. There was hard, packed earth under our feet, nor did I realize yet that this Fort St.

Chevet grasped my arm, and in the glare of the fire I could see his excitement pictured in his face. "Who? That lad? You were in hiding there together? And did he realize what was said?" "That I do not know," I answered, "for we have exchanged no word since. When my presence was discovered, De Artigny escaped unseen through the open window.

"No word of love has been spoken me by Monsieur de Artigny," I answered swiftly. "He is a friend, no more. I do not love Francois Cassion, nor marry him but through force; ay! nor does he love me this is but a scheme to rob me of my inheritance." "Enough of this," broke in La Barre sternly, and he gripped my arm. "The girl hath lost her head, and such controversy is unseemly in my presence.

From the low bank to which I had climbed I watched the preparations for the dash through those madly churning waters above. Cassion was issuing his orders loudly, but exhibited no inclination to accompany the party, and suddenly the frail craft shot out from the shore, with De Artigny at the steering paddle, and every Indian braced for his task, and headed boldly into the smother.

Both men were upon their feet, and La Barre extended his hand across the desk. I do not know what movement may have caused it, but at that moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain fell, and struck the floor at my feet. Obeying the first impulse I thrust De Artigny back behind me into the shadow, and held aside the drapery.

This must have been the way it happened Chevet had made some bitter enemy, for he was ever prodigal of angry word and blow, and the fellow had followed him through the night to strike him down from behind. But why did De Artigny fail to sound an alarm when he found the body? Why was he hiding about the mission house, and peering in through the window?

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