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Show Jfi SPOIL nrous.eau leaped nt Lnfo llkp n tlgor. Lufe, who had anticipated the Brousseau Leaped at Lafe Like a Tiger. move, stepped diuttprously aside, nt the same time twirling the clmlr on which his hand was resting. Ilrous-Beau, Ilrous-Beau, in his plunge fonvurd, tripped over It, stumbled and fell prone to the floor. "And I got the papers to prove thai here I" Maid Lafe triumphantly. Brousseau rose, rubbing his shim and muttering curses, and glared savagely sav-agely about him. Mndclclno was brenthlng quickly, her eyes fixed Intently In-tently on Lnfc's face. "It's n tl d lie I" cried Ilrousscau. "They've forged those papers. Where nrc they? Eh? Show me I" "He said ho wan speaking for yon, Mr. Rosny," said Lafe, "so here thej are. 1 guess you know your signature?" signa-ture?" He drew the envelope from his pocket pock-et nnd placed the three documents on the Selgneur'ti knee, standing between him and Drousscnu, who looked ready to leap again. Hut he did not leap; he muttered to Madeleine, who still watched Lufe breathlessly. "I guesH these letters don't tell you much, Mr. Rosny," continued Lufe. "II you'll put them together you'll sec thai those fifty thnusand-tlollur shares were Hold for m In Quebec tit n hundred dollars apiece." "Yes. Monsieur Rrousscau had 111 fortune with that company. Ho explained ex-plained it to me," said the Seigneur, trembling. "What of It?" "Why, here's tlio market price of its shares live days before at ?S7f, that's nil," said Lafe. "It didn't tumble that fast. All the country would have been rlulns with It If It had done that. 1 guess nrotissenn has that money of yours tucked away safely somewhere." "You gave me your power of attorney attor-ney " ltrouxht'uu began. Itut his guilt uns written on his face. The swiftest of the blow had utterly (llM'iiiicVVjd him nnd innde hltn Ininpnhle of defense. Lafe saw tho Seigneur's expression change as If a Minsk has, been torn from his features. fea-tures. He staggered to his feet, his left side lictpless! nnd, grasping tho chair with his right hand, confronted Brousseau. "What have you to say? Is It trua or false, monsieur?" he cried. "Where are my other stocks? You had a nun-dred nun-dred thousand of my money. Where itr n . "Find It I" yelled nrousscau. "Go to tho devil with your money I I tried to help you out of friendship. I hat en t time to work out your stock exchange accounts for you. If anybody's cheat- ed you it's tho stockbroker. Go to him for It I" Ho started toward Madeleine. "You don't bellevo theso lies ngainst me?" ho cried. "You hnvo Insulted my father, but you have not nnswered him." "I'll pay hlra." "It Is true, then? It Is true?" "Yep, It's true," Interposed Lafe. "It can't be anything else. Everybody knows what a rotten, swindling thief tho fellow Is. Ah, keep your hand down, Mr. Rosny. I'm telling you whut I think of him. That's what I came here for. And If you'll excuse me for referring to your mortgage, which everybody knows, If he doesn't turn that In to you by tomorrow Mr. Askew will sue him criminally as well us civilly civ-illy for what he's done to us, becauso we've got tho confession of the man that wiwed tho boom for htm." Ilroiisseau swung on his heel sud-tleply sud-tleply nnd strode toward tho door. lie turned nnd shoot: his Hat at Lafe. i u pay you for this, you nnd that other blackmailer 1" ho swore. n smash your rotten concern. I'll" Ho broke off with a derisive snort and mndo toward tho entrance. Rut Lnfo strodo past him and blocked his way. , , .. "Just a moment," ho said. wr. nosny'a got something to say to you. ' Hrousseau tried to fling himself past, but Lafe, standing llko an ron Utlnel. comnletelr nlled the open- "Monsieur Rroifssenu," said tho elgiKur. "there nre Just n few words t" say before you go. When Monsieur Council t'anio here ho did not meet with encouragement. He proved his case, and you have proved It by your actions. When you were n boy I advanced ad-vanced (iii. I Interested myself In you. You climbed high, and you tried to re-pay re-pay me by ousting me from my lands nnd stepping Into my shoes. You sought to dishonor us through my dmighter, who was wiser than I In her recognition of what .ou were. I thought tlint you were only Ill-bred, but jou have prood ourse1f n scoundrel scoun-drel us well. You win repay me everything you havo stolen or go to Jail, (iood-day, iuonleur." "That's all, I guess," said Lafe, and opened the dnor. HrouiM'iiu dashed through and along the corridor. Lafe followed him nt an Interval; but Hrousseau did not wait for him. Ho pulled the front door open nnd slammed It behind him. When Lafe reached It Hrousseau wns ulready dragging his horse, nlready harnessed to his sleigh, out or the stables. sta-bles. ' Lafe wntcbed him drive nwny nnd turned back Into the hall. Ho hesltut-ed hesltut-ed to return Into the room, but ns ho stopped uncertainly In the corridor behind be-hind the entrance Madeleine came toward to-ward him. "My futlier thanks you, Mr. Con-nell," Con-nell," she said, and though tho tears rained down her face she smiled. "It Is like the lifting of a nightmare," she whispered. "Yes, mademoiselle," said Lafe. "But it wns you I wanted chiefly to see." "You saw me. What else Is there to say? Mr. Conncll, If you have come here on any other mission It is hopeless. hope-less. Why did you let him send you for for that?" she continued, reading his face. "Because he's my friend," said Lnfe. "Hut he didn't send me here. He's tnlklng of going nwny. That's why I camo." Ho saw her start, -then control herself. her-self. "I'm forty years old,"-said Lafe, and, conscious of the Ineptuess of tho be ginning, hesltnted. "I'm forty years old," he continued. "Not old enough to be your father, mademoiselle, but old enough to be n sort of uncle, though I ain't gut your education. That don't matter. It's experience that counts, and knowledge of the world. And I seen n good bit more of lifu Ibaii jou, mademoiselle. "I seen enough to learn one thing, and that Is that misunderstandings are the cause of nearly all tho trouble in the world. When Mr. Askew como here I wasn't altogether too much pleased. I'd been meshed Into the crooked work thnt Morris nnd Monsieur Mon-sieur Hrousseau was doing with the seigniory lumber. Then when I got to know Hilary Askew I saw that ho was (.lean strulght through." lie let his band full lightly on the girl's shoulder. Tho gesture, which might 'have been an offensoln some, was Instinctive, nnd, like most Instinctive In-stinctive actions, fitting. I-afe, uncouth, un-couth, unlettered, standing before Madeleine Rosny, seemed like a benevolent be-nevolent guardian. "When ho came to like you I was glad," continued Lafe. "But when you enme to like him I wns Just nbout ns happy as when I was leading Clarice my wife, I mean out of the First Methodist church nt Slioeburyport, Mass., on August 17, HXK, with her white veil hiding her, nnd them orange flowers she was cnrrylng scenting up the place . . not quite -so glad, may-he, may-he, hut not far shy of It. And you think hn wasn't truo to you? What man In his senses wouldn't bo?" "I won't hear you!" cried the girl, summoning her dellnnce to her aid. "Ho should have spoken for himself. What right have you to speak for him, sent or unsent?" "Why, I thought I'd explain that, mamrelle. Just because I'm his friend," said Lafe. "It ain't true. Not u word of tbut story's true. I'm going to tell you the truth. But first I'm going go-ing to say what I got to say, because It's true. You linvent acted rightly toward him no, you haven't, mam- zellel" The passionate gesture, tho sincerity of his tone dominated her. Sho tried to find her volco and could not; she tried to And Indlgnntlo i and could not. "Wo went to Ste. Mirlo together to see conditions there, to see what sort of place Simeon Duval was running. run-ning. The girl was there. It was tho night of tho raid, nnd we helped her uway. Sim got homo, nnd her father never knew. Little Bnptlste knew, nnd others who'd seen her with us. They told Brousseau, and ho started those lies about Mr. Askew, who never knew about It never knew anything. "That fellow Pierre, Brousseuu's man, had his eye on the girl. You know tho sort of work ho's dono along this coast. Maybo you don't, but It's devil's work, manuselle, and ho nnd Leblanc lured Marie Into a boat by means of their decoy, Nanette Bonnat, and took j to tjjej Mud . lYo found tb there, and saved her, and brought the girls back. That's nil. Now you know. Now you understand how you've done Hilary n wrong. If you don't believe me," Lafe continued doggedly, dog-gedly, "Just tell mo how much you don't believe, and I'll prove It. I'll prove every wortl; you don't have to take me on trust." "Do you think I am capable of seeking seek-ing evidence that a man is true to mo?" cried Madeleine. "Do you think I am going Into St. Boniface to pry Into your friend's actions?" "You love him, inmnzelle," said Lafe, with patience thnt would not be. thwarted. "I can read that In your face. You love him, and you've dons Mm a wrong. Well, mnmzelle, you ran't lie aown under thnt. You can't bear It. You've got to right It." Sho burst Into helpless tears. "I linixnl that he would come to wo," she whispered. "Hilary Askew ain't that kind of a man," said Lafe. "He refused to defend himself." "He'd promised Mnrlc to any nothing." noth-ing." "Let me pass. I have heard you." But Lafe stood In the way. "You're going to tell him It's all right," ho said. "I'll arrange It so It won't hurt your pride, If thnt's worth keeping" "How dare you Insult me? Let him come to met Let him come nnd plead l" -Mamrelle 1" "I shall never go to him 1" And Lnfe had reached the end. TTIa outraged Justice hud led him to the goal; but It was the wrong goal. He was helpless, he was beaten. He stepped aside, and sho ran past him, hurrjlng up tho stulrs, whose faded carpet was held by tarnished Yods that gleamed between her molng feot. Lafe looked along tho gloomy hull at the portraits In their gilt frames, I nnd he felt the unreasoning, stubborn ! Itosny spirit flint looked out of the eyes of each, as It had looked out of Madelelno's nnd spoken by her. And It had met such another spirit In III1- I ary. , "I guess you're wrong, all of you," Lafo muttered. "I guess you manufactured manu-factured your code nnd thought It was -ing nnd pride, nnd you cant neip It You got your foundations crooked. You can't help It ; that's all." 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