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"There's the Seigneur. He's going into Parliament." "He's a magistrate that's enough," said Duclosse. "He's started the court under the big tree, as the Seigneurs did two hundred years ago. He'll want a gibbet and a gallows next." "I should think he'd stay at home and not take more on his shoulders!" said the one-eyed shoemaker. Without a word, Lajeunesse threw a dish of water in Gingras's face.
"Tell her the highest bidder on earth could not buy one of the kisses she gave me when she was five and I was twenty." Then he shook hands with them all and went into the next room. "Why did he drop his glass?" asked Gingras the shoemaker. "That's the way of the aristocrats when it's the damnedest toast that ever was," said Duclosse the mealman. "Eh, Lajeunesse, that's so, isn't it?"
Twice before had British soldiers marched into the town, the last time but a few years agone, when blood had been shed on the stones in front of the parish church. But here were large numbers of well-armed men from the Eastern parishes, English and French, with four hundred regulars to leaven the mass. Lajeunesse knew only too well what this demonstration meant.
"See, big smithy-man," she said gaily, "soon will be the fete of St. Jean Baptiste, and we shall all be happy then. Louis has promised me to make a speech that will not be against the English, but only words which will tell how dear the old land is to us." "Ten to one against it!" said Lajeunesse anxiously. Then he brightened as he saw a shadow cross her face.
She did so, and the blacksmith's eyes gloated on the gold. Muroc and Duclosse drew near, and peered in also. And so they stood there for a little while, all looking and exclaiming. Presently Lajeunesse scratched his head. "Nobody does nothing for nothing," said he. "What horse do I shoe for this?"
"But there, la, la! many a time my wife, my good Florienne, said to me, 'Jose Jose Lajeunesse, with a chest like yours, you ought to be a corporal at least." Parpon beckoned to Lagroin, and nodded. "Corporal! corporal!" cried Lagroin; "in a week you shall be a lieutenant and a month shall make you a captain, and maybe better than that!"
"You'll not forget the indulgences folks give you more than the pay for setting the dropped shoe true gifts of God, bought with good butter and eggs at the holy auction, blacksmith. I gave you two myself. You have your blessings, Lajeunesse." "So; and no one to use the indulgences but you and Madelinette, giant," said the fat mealman.
I was Joe Lajeunesse yesterday, and I'll be Joe Lajeunesse to-morrow, and I'll die Joe Lajeunesse the forgeron bagosh! So you take me as you find me. M'sieu' Racine doesn't marry me. And Madelinette doesn't take me to Paris and lead me round the stage and say, 'This is M'sieu' Lajeunesse, my father. No. I'm myself, and a damn good blacksmith and nothing else am I!"
"If you tell him, I ready to shoot." The other woman was speechless. "You not goin' be here to-morrow night," Bela went on quietly. "Bishop Lajeunesse leave to-morrow morning." Miss Mackall turned and flew up the trail. The trader's house was built bungalow style, all the rooms on a floor.
But she proves her love to us, by taking her husband from Pontiac and coming back to us. May she never find a spot so good to come to and so hard to leave as Pontiac!" He drank, and they all did the same. Draining his glass, Medallion let it fall on the stone floor. It broke into a score of pieces. He came and shook hands with Lajeunesse. "Give her my love," he said.
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