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Show Qi I m )n. Brora ML. Caspmj,' rHyT I M M'TKK I i About tho clean, dssp rat rs u( Inko 'Superior, iitnl bounding ths northern Bands of Michigan. Ilea r realm of forest for-est and Of heights. riiRKed. wild alluring allur-ing rleh In copper and lon as aro few other legions of the world Kingdoms, King-doms, which won wide Influence, have owneii (br meaner material of power. Sfnplre ha warred with empire for stakes half tn great. In fact, Fr;i nci and her Indlitn allii -long ko RTirrlsonod forest stockade- In war with Kngiand over this territory. Cntrlahd qefended the repb.n ag&litsl i he colonists Kut later the strength of the United I States confined the struggle for possession pos-session to person, il and Individual compul by right, by strength, by wit. b irick or by vlob n- open and secret for tho winning of power and v ea li b Here and there, where something! had happened for good or for evil which a man mlKht never forget, the ghosts drew back the living At least men thus explained th rc-j turn of Lucas Cullejq to St Florentln Lucas the younger of the two Culb n brothers', in 1856 suddenly appeared and. upon The site of the Cabin where; he and his wife licd when they founded St Plorentln and bossed the. men building the first sawmill. localised lo-calised a new, enormous dwelling to1 be erected. Lucas Called this a summer COttage'J and made It famous by bringing therel for the summer the French nobleman,! the Marquis dc Ceclla, "a friend of my daughter "ecHa." The Marquis so well liked Ceclla iiml liked the place not! to mention Lucaa t'ullen's millions that he remained at St. Plorentln all summer. He married Ceclla that winter and look her together with s million or ao of Michigan forest money to hisj chateau in Touralne, and neither of them ever returned to the peninsula. But Lucas ;md his wife and their, younger daughter and their two sons came the next year; then Deborah married a westernef and moved to I Wyoming. Junior" Lucas and his brother John also married and thelrl wives preferred the more fashionable' resorts of the east for the next sum-, mers. So, at the turn of the century, old Lucas and his wife, were coming alone to tho enormous Crams house on thel edge of the ruined old mill town abovel the shores of Lake Huron. The real reason for Lucas retreat from Chicago um- his break with his brother John. The) bat always quarreled; quar-reled; but now they ceased to spe.ik. and the same streets could not bold both. The purpose of tho builder of the other great house near St. Plorentln was far more puxsllng. The site wiuj upon a tiny inland in Iake Huron, half a mile from shore, a rocky, precipitous Islet locall) known as Resurrection Hock. In ihe sumrio r of 191?. barges appeared ap-peared and anchored In the smooth water between Kesurrection Kock and tho shore; artisans of a dozen trades lived upon the barges while they erected erect-ed a large, handsome house, chimneyed, chimney-ed, wide of roof, graceful and pleasing pleas-ing But no master of the mansion ip-, pfared. Iiiitend. ihe nwly completer! complet-er! house was closed; doors locked and barred, windows soundly shuttered. A I white farmer, who lived a mile or so; awaj upon the opposite mainland, was lentrtlBted With th-1 keys and was pald to Inspect the premises perlodb ally Yes; it was an ordinary enough house, he reported But. after a few Inspections alone he always took some ono with him Speculation and wonder In the aslgh-oorhood aslgh-oorhood soon look weird and Cantas-tld Cantas-tld forme Poor, pious people ceased to approach. At first, old Lucas Cullen laughed at the stories; but as time went on, they began to affect h;m The thing obsesaid him lie was an' old man now. over seventy, but hardy i and strong, clear of eye. steady Of I hand, vindictive and merciless yet to aJI who opposed him. In all his long. lob-nt life, no one and nothing was known to have shaken him until some one, without reason, raised that house on the Islet locally known as Resurrection Resurrec-tion Hock. B 1FTER The express from Chicago for Lake superior ana sau:t salute .Mane operated op-erated by the government upon this January day. 1919 was nearlng Es- canabS almoat on time In plte of the difficulty of making steam against a north wind and In a night tempera-, ture of twenty-two below zero On, time Wal foUr-fOlty In The morning Ethel Carsw was the whole nam1" of fhe girl hidden by the curtains of lower four She Was a young lady, of twenty-iwo now; but the porter, who h.nd been on that "run" for mnny years, knew her when she whs a child a fair, vtolet-eyed, light-haired little girl from the west who traveled from Chicago with her uncles nnd aunts , Mr .ind Mrs John Cullen or Mr and Mrs Lucas Cullen to visit her grand-j father at St. Florentln She had no mother. It developed, and her father for some reiuson, al-ways al-ways was out homo in Wyoming The porter tapped gently upon the1 Wood partition at the head of lower! four. The girl within, who had becn lying awake, replied and Instantly atirred herself. Whatever won- her reflections re-flections and "pculatlons, sue dismissed dismiss-ed them, and whereas ahe had scarce- ly been conscious of observing the' flections and speculations she dismiss-before, dismiss-before, this morning she noticed with Interest that he also was getting up. I He was on his way home from Prance she had beard him sav last night in answer to a question. i The train was pulling Into Escan-1 aba now 1 Iih dark-haired oung man.! after a question to the brakeman, got down from the stp and came forward i). ar Kl he ui search of the conductor. "St Florentln?" she heard the con- ' ductor repeat. "No; neer heard of! It." "I can tell you about St. Florentln." I she offered ''It's the name of an old ! mill town Its near (jue.snei you! lake this train and get off there; then I It's ten miles across country." The young man bared his head, and j his pleasant gruy eyus lighted a little with excitement. "You know If Thank you!" he nald "That's just what J wunted to know." "If you're going to St Florentln." Ethel continued to volunteer Impul- lvelj you must be going to Me. my grandfather " "Why ?" " Because he's the only man except ex-cept his servants who lives there, it's a deserted village. except for his house." "Ills nam.- is Uagley?" "No; Cullen Lucas Cull. n " "Then there's no one named Bag-ley? Bag-ley? or Carew?" Ethel started a little. "My name is : Carew." ' It Is! Then your father a ther or is going to be there. Miss Carew"" i father has not been In St. r-"ior- tntin for more than 2i) years," Ethel said. "And now my fa.ther was with Hi ero'l an Inland called Kesurrection Kesurrec-tion Rock ' a regiment of engineers." she explain- j ed Me was killed last June." 'I was stupid." he said. ' thinking only about my affairs." "You did not know about rm father," fath-er," Ethel returned In his defense "And there is a place called the Resurreotion?" "There's an island." Ethel said, "about half a mile off shore and not Car from my grandfathers called Res- i .irriTtlnn W,n l. " "There is. then;" he cried, this in-formation in-formation amazingly stirring him. He was breathing fast, she saw. as) he gazed down at her; he opened his coat and was fumbling In an Inner I pocket when the call of the brakeman "warned that the train was to start. He ! selz d her arm to steady her while she 1 iran; he half lifted her to tho car step and swung on after her. I IHAPTER III 'Quesnel!' the brakeman called' 'and Ethel stood up. buttoning her coat close to her throat. The dark-haired man looked about Interrocatlvelv ; she nodded, and he arose and alsc pre-pared pre-pared to go out. They stepped down upon the plat-Iforrn. plat-Iforrn. and the train immedlatel puff- j jed in. B iou " said a middle-aged Indian ;to Ethel. "Good morning. Asa." she hailed, 'offering her gloved hand "This i3 Asa Redblrd," Ethel said, to the soldii i "who lives near my I grandfather and who Is good enough to help us out sometimes" "My name Is Barney LoutrellS," ,Thc young man completed the introduction, intro-duction, speaking to the Indian as he offered his hand. "Where you want to go"" the Indian In-dian asked with more interest "With us. Asa, ' Ethel supplied Quickly Can you get him skis or shoes ?" "Yes." the Indian said "You have these ones," he offered his skis. "Sled goes over to break road all way this afternoon I come then " Mow did you hear the name of my father, Mr. L.outreli? "' she asked v. hen they had gone a short distance. He thrust his hand into aside pocket pock-et and drew out a square, white envelope envel-ope with English stamp and postmark and with the English strip "Opened by Censor." It was addressed to Barney Bar-ney L)Utrelle. Eleutenant of Infantr. In a certain American regiment In France. He handed it to her. I Dear Barney: j One named Philip Carew is here and keeps asking for you. Do you I know him? He says you don't, but he ' knows you; or ot least seems to havo some mighty Important business for j you If this sweet little altercation ceases ceas-es soon, I'd advise you to come and try to learn vthat he wants if you can't, perhaps ou can get him there Philip Carew. the name. Try It and see. Yours, Hub Ethel's breath stopped; she stood holdlug the letter with trembling hand vihbe she examined the postmark which, like the rl., written upon the page, was November r 19 is, "My father!" she said "He was I killed in June!" I (To .Be .Continued. |