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Sous-le-Cap Street, Quebec

In a ramble that has for its object an inspection of the chief public and historical buildings of the city, the ruins of the Intendant Bigot's old palace claim attention. They are at the foot of )alace Hill and are now used as ale and porter vaults.

Bigot was a high—placed scamp of the worst (lescril‘nion. The times in which he lived were somewhat loose, but even then be excited much unfavorable criticism by living with a woman to whom he was not married. One evening he got drunk, a not infrequent event with him. Stumbling homewards he lost his way in the woods, where he slumbered away some of his drunken stupor. Un- fortunately for her a pretty French—Algonquin maiden was passing when he awoke. He saw and admired her, and like more than one of the royal masters of France he built a bower for his Caroline in the woodland depths. It is claimed she was his unwilling prisoner. The Intendant's pseudo wife soon learned she had a rival hidden away somewhere. Driven mad by jealousy she stealthily followed the unsuspecting Bigot and found his retreat. She returned to the city and said nothing, but soon after that a scream aroused the

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