the habitants. With Eugene Grandois on his feet, she heard a speech
which had in it the best spirit of Gallic eloquence, though it was
crude. But it was forcible and adroit.

"Friends and comrades," said Eugene Grandois, with his hands playing
loosely, "there's been misunderstandings between me and the Grier
family, and I was out against it, but I see things different since
M'sieu' Carnac has spoke--and I'm changing my mind--certainlee. That
throwing out of my house hit me and my woman and little ones hard, and
I've been resentin' it all these years till now; but I'm weighin' one
thing agin another, and I'm willing to forget my wrongs for this young
man's sake. He's for us French. Alors, some of you was out to hurt our
friend M'sieu' Carnac here, and I didn't say no to it; but you'd better
keep your weapons for election day and use them agin Barode Barouche.

"I got a change of heart. I've laid my plate on the table with a prayer
that I get it filled with good political doctrine, and I've promise that
the food I'm to get is what's best for all of us. M'sieu' Carnac Grier's
got the right stuff in him, and I'm for him both hands up--both hands
way up high, nom de pipe!"

At that he raised both hands above his head with a loud cheer, and later
Carnac Grier was carried to the launch in the arms of Eugene Grandois'
friends.

CHAPTER XXIV. THE BLUE PAPER

"Who are you, ma'm'selle?"

It was in the house of Eugene Grandois that this question was asked
of Junia. She had followed the experience on the Island by a visit to
Grandois' house, carrying delicacies for the sick wife. Denzil had come
with her, and was waiting in the street.

She had almost ended her visit when the outer door opened and Luzanne
Larue entered carrying a dish she placed on the table, eyeing Junia
closely. First they bowed to each other, and Junia gave a pleasant
smile, but instantly she felt here was a factor in her own life--how,
she could not tell.

To Luzanne, the face of Junia had no familiar feature, and yet she felt
here was one whose life's lines crossed her own. So it was she presently
said, "Who are you, ma'm'selle?" in a sharp voice. As Junia did not
reply at once, she put the question in another form: "What is your name,
ma'm'selle?"

"It is Junia Shale," said the other calmly, yet with heart beating
hard. Somehow the question foreshadowed painful things, associated with
Carnac. Her first glance at Luzanne showed the girl was w