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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Major + +Author: Ralph Connor + +Release Date: May 30, 2006 [EBook #3249] +Last Updated: March 5, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAJOR *** + + + + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE MAJOR + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Ralph Connor + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + + <H3>CONTENTS</H3> + +<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + +<tr> <td> + + + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <big><b>THE MAJOR</b></big> + </td></tr><tr><td><a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I </td><td> THE COWARD</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a + href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II </td><td> A FIGHT FOR FREEDOM</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0003"> + CHAPTER III </td><td> THE ESCUTCHEON CLEARED</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV </td><td> SALVAGE</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V </td><td> WESTWARD HO!</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> + CHAPTER VI </td><td> JANE BROWN</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII </td><td> THE GIRL OF THE WOOD LOT</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII </td><td> YOU FORGOT ME</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a + href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX </td><td> EXCEPT HE STRIVE LAWFULLY</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0010"> + CHAPTER X </td><td> THE SPIRIT OF CANADA</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI </td><td> THE SHADOW OF WAR</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII </td><td> MEN AND A MINE</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a + href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII </td><td> A DAY IN SEPTEMBER</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> + CHAPTER XIV </td><td> AN EXTRAORDINARY NURSE</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV </td><td> THE COMING OF JANE</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI </td><td> HOSPITALITY WITHOUT GRUDGING</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a + href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII </td><td> THE TRAGEDIES OF LOVE</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> + CHAPTER XVIII </td><td> THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX </td><td> THE CLOSING OF THE DOOR</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX </td><td> THE GERMAN TYPE OF CITIZENSHIP</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a + href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI </td><td> WAR</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0022"> + CHAPTER XXII </td><td> THE TUCK OF DRUM</a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII </td><td> A NEUTRAL NATION</a></td></tr><tr><td> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV </td><td> THE MAJOR AND THE MAJOR'S WIFE</a></td></tr> + + </table> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + THE MAJOR + </h1> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + THE COWARD + </h3> + <p> + Spring had come. Despite the many wet and gusty days which April had + thrust in rude challenge upon reluctant May, in the glory of the + triumphant sun which flooded the concave blue of heaven and the myriad + shaded green of earth, the whole world knew to-day, the whole world + proclaimed that spring had come. The yearly miracle had been performed. + The leaves of the maple trees lining the village street unbound from their + winter casings, the violets that lifted brave blue eyes from the vivid + grass carpeting the roadside banks, the cherry and plum blossoms in the + orchards decking the still leafless trees with their pink and white + favours, the timid grain tingeing with green the brown fields that ran up + to the village street on every side—all shouted in chorus that + spring had come. And all the things with new blood running wild in their + veins, the lambs of a few days still wobbly on ridiculous legs skipping + over and upon the huge boulders in farmer Martin's meadow, the birds + thronging the orchard trees, the humming insects rioting in the genial + sun, all of them gave token of strange new impulses calling for something + more than mere living because spring had come. + </p> + <p> + Upon the topmost tip of the taller of the twin poplars that flanked the + picket gate opening upon the Gwynnes' little garden sat a robin, his head + thrown back to give full throat to the song that was like to burst his + heart, monotonous, unceasing, rapturous. On the door step of the Gwynnes' + house, arrested on the threshold by the robin's song, stood the Gwynne boy + of ten years, his eager face uplifted, himself poised like a bird for + flight. + </p> + <p> + “Law-r-ence,” clear as a bird call came the voice from within. + </p> + <p> + “Mo-th-er,” rang the boy's voice in reply, high, joyous and shrill. + </p> + <p> + “Ear-ly! Remember!” + </p> + <p> + “Ri-ght a-way af-ter school. Good-bye, mo-ther, dear,” called the boy. + </p> + <p> + “W-a-i-t,” came the clear, birdlike call again, and in a moment the mother + came running, stood beside the boy, and followed his eye to the robin on + the poplar tree. “A brave little bird,” she said. “That is the way to meet + the day, with a brave heart and a bright song. Goodbye, boy.” She kissed + him as she spoke, giving him a slight pat on the shoulder. “Away you go.” + </p> + <p> + But the boy stood fascinated by the bird so gallantly facing his day. His + mother's words awoke in him a strange feeling. “A brave heart and a bright + song”—so the knights in the brave days of old, according to his + Stories of the Round Table, were wont to go forth. In imitation of the + bird, the boy threw back his head, and with another cheery good-bye to his + mother, sprang clear of the steps and ran down the grass edged path, + through the gate and out onto the village street. There he stood first + looking up the country road which in the village became a street. There + was nothing to be seen except that in the Martin orchard “Ol' Martin” was + working with his team under the trees which came in rows down to the road. + Finding nothing to interest him there, he turned toward the village and + his eyes searched the street. Opposite the Gwynnes' gate, Dr. Bush's house + stood back among the trees, but there was no sign of life about it. + Further down on the same side of the street, the Widow Martin's cottage, + with porch vine covered and windows bright with flowers, hid itself under + a great spreading maple. In front of the cottage the Widow Martin herself + was busy in the garden. He liked the Widow Martin but found her not + sufficiently exciting to hold him this spring morning. A vacant lot or two + and still on the same side came the blacksmith's shop just at the + crossroads, and across the street from it his father's store. But neither + at the blacksmith's shop nor at the store across from it was there + anything to awaken even a passing interest. Some farmers' teams and dogs, + Pat Larkin's milk wagon with its load of great cans on its way to the + cheese factory and some stray villagers here and there upon the street + intent upon their business. Up the street his eye travelled beyond the + crossroads where stood on the left Cheatley's butcher shop and on the + right McKenny's hotel with attached sheds and outhouses. Over the bridge + and up the hill the street went straight away, past the stone built + Episcopal Church whose spire lifted itself above the maple trees, past the + Rectory, solid, square and built of stone, past the mill standing on the + right back from the street beside the dam, over the hill, and so + disappeared. The whole village seemed asleep and dreaming among its maple + trees in the bright sunlight. + </p> + <p> + Throwing another glance at the robin still singing on the treetop + overhead, the boy took from his pocket a mouth-organ, threw back his head, + squared his elbows out from his sides to give him the lung room he needed, + and in obedience to a sharp word of command after a preliminary tum, tum, + tum, struck up the ancient triumph hymn in memory of that hero of the + underground railroad by which so many slaves of the South in bygone days + made their escape “up No'th” to Canada and to freedom. + </p> + <p> + “Glory, glory, hallelujah, his soul goes marching on.” By means of + “double-tongueing,” a recently acquired accomplishment, he was able to + give a full brass band effect to his hymn of freedom. Many villagers from + door or window cast a kindly and admiring eye upon the gallant little + figure stepping to his own music down the street. He was brass band, + conductor, brigadier general all in one, and behind him marched an army of + heroes off for war and deathless glory, invisible and invincible. To the + Widow Martin as he swung past the leader flung a wave of his hand. With a + tender light in her old eyes the Widow Martin waved back at him. “God + bless his bright face,” she murmured, pausing in her work to watch the + upright little figure as he passed along. At the blacksmith's shop the + band paused. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Tink, tink, tink, tink, + Tink, tink-a-tink-tink-tink. + Tink tink, tink, tink, + Tink, tink-a-tink-tink-tink. +</pre> + <p> + The conductor graduated the tempo so as to include the rhythmic beat of + the hammer with the other instruments in his band. The blacksmith looked, + smiled and let his hammer fall in consonance with the beat of the boy's + hand, and for some moments there was glorious harmony between anvil and + mouth organ and the band invisible. At the store door across the street + the band paused long enough simply to give and receive an answering salute + from the storekeeper, who smiled upon his boy as he marched past. At the + crossroads the band paused, marking time. There was evidently a momentary + uncertainty in the leader's mind as to direction. The road to the right + led straight, direct, but treeless, dusty, uninviting, to the school. It + held no lure for the leader and his knightly following. Further on a path + led in a curve under shady trees and away from the street. It made the way + to school longer, but the lure of the curving, shady path was + irresistible. Still stepping bravely to the old abolitionist hymn, the + procession moved along, swung into the path under the trees and suddenly + came to a halt. With a magnificent flourish the band concluded its + triumphant hymn and with the conductor and brigadier the whole brigade + stood rigidly at attention. The cause of this sudden halt was to be seen + at the foot of a maple tree in the person of a fat lump of good natured + boy flesh supine upon the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Joe; coming to school?” + </p> + <p> + “Ugh,” grunted Joe, from the repose of limitless calm. + </p> + <p> + “Come on, then, quick, march.” Once more the band struck up its hymn. + </p> + <p> + “Hol' on, Larry, it's plenty tam again,” said Joe. The band came to a + stop. “I don' lak dat school me,” he continued, still immersed in calm. + </p> + <p> + Joe's struggles with an English education were indeed tragically pathetic. + His attempts with aspirates were a continual humiliation to himself and a + joy to the whole school. No wonder he “no lak dat school.” Besides, Joe + was a creature of the open fields. His French Canadian father, Joe + Gagneau, “Ol' Joe,” was a survival of a bygone age, the glorious golden + age of the river and the bush, of the shanty and the raft, of the axe and + the gun, the age of Canadian romance, of daring deed, of wild adventure. + </p> + <p> + “An' it ees half-hour too queek,” persisted Joe. “Come on hup to de dam.” + A little worn path invited their feet from the curving road, and following + their feet, they found themselves upon a steep embankment which dammed the + waters into a pond that formed the driving power for the grist mill + standing near. At the farther end of the pond a cedar bush interposed a + barrier to the sight and suggested mysterious things beyond. Back of the + cedar barrier a woods of great trees, spruce, balsam, with tall elms and + maples on the higher ground beyond, offered deeper mysteries and delights + unutterable. They knew well the cedar swamp and the woods beyond. + Partridges drummed there, rabbits darted along their beaten runways, and + Joe had seen a woodcock, that shyest of all shy birds, disappear in + glancing, shadowy flight, a ghostly, silent denizen of the ghostly, silent + spaces of the forest. Even as they gazed upon that inviting line of woods, + the boys could see and hear the bluejays flash in swift flight from tree + to tree and scream their joy of rage and love. From the farther side of + the pond two boys put out in a flat-bottomed boat. + </p> + <p> + “There's big Ben and Mop,” cried Larry eagerly. “Hello, Ben,” he called + across the pond. “Goin' to school?” + </p> + <p> + “Yap,” cried Mop, so denominated from the quantity and cut of the hair + that crowned his head. Ben was at the oars which creaked and thumped + between the pins, but were steadily driving the snub-nosed craft on its + toilsome way past the boys. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Ben,” cried Larry. “Take us in too.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Ben, heading the boat for the bank. “Let me take an oar, + Ben,” said Larry, whose experience upon the world of waters was not any + too wide. + </p> + <p> + “Here, where you goin',” cried Mop, as the boat slowly but surely pointed + toward the cedars. “You stop pulling, Ben. Now, Larry, pull around again. + There now, she's right. Pull, Ben.” But Ben sat rigid with his eyes intent + upon the cedars. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter, Ben?” said Larry. Still Ben sat with fixed gaze. + </p> + <p> + “By gum, he's in, boys,” said Ben in a low voice. “I thought he had his + nest in one of them stubs.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it—in what stub?” inquired Larry, his voice shrill with + excitement. + </p> + <p> + “That big middle stub, there,” said Ben. “It's a woodpecker. Say, let's + pull down and see it.” Under Mop's direction the old scow gradually made + its way toward the big stub. + </p> + <p> + They explored the stub, finding in it a hole and in the hole a nest, the + mother and father woodpeckers meanwhile flying in wild agitation from stub + to stub and protesting with shrill cries against the intruders. Then they + each must climb up and feel the eggs lying soft and snug in their comfy + cavity. After that they all must discuss the probable time of hatching, + the likelihood of there being other nests in other stubs which they + proceeded to visit. So the eager moments gaily passed into minutes all + unheeded, till inevitable recollection dragged them back from the world of + adventure and romance to that of stern duty and dull toil. + </p> + <p> + “Say, boys, we'll be late,” cried Larry, in sudden panic, seizing his oar. + “Come on, Ben, let's go.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess it's pretty late now,” replied Ben, slowly taking up his oar. + </p> + <p> + “Dat bell, I hear him long tam,” said Joe placidly. “Oh, Joe!” cried Larry + in distress. “Why didn't you tell us?” + </p> + <p> + Joe shrugged his shoulders. He was his own master and superbly indifferent + to the flight of time. With him attendance at school was a thing of more + or less incidental obligation. + </p> + <p> + “We'll catch it all right,” said Mop with dark foreboding. “He was awful + mad last time and said he'd lick any one who came late again and keep him + in for noon too.” + </p> + <p> + The prospect was sufficiently gloomy. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, let's hurry up anyway,” cried Larry, who during his school career had + achieved a perfect record for prompt and punctual attendance. + </p> + <p> + In ever deepening dejection the discussion proceeded until at length Mop + came forward with a daring suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Say, boys, let's wait until noon. He won't notice anything. We can easily + fool him.” + </p> + <p> + This brought no comfort to Larry, however, whose previous virtues would + only render this lapse the more conspicuous. A suggestion of Joe's turned + the scale. + </p> + <p> + “Dat woodchuck,” he said, “he's got one hole on de hill by dere. He's big + feller. We dron heem out.” + </p> + <p> + “Come on, let's,” cried Mop. “It will be awful fun to drown the beggar + out.” + </p> + <p> + “Guess we can't do much this morning, anyway,” said Ben, philosophically + making the best of a bad job. “Let's go, Larry.” And much against his + will, but seeing no way out of the dilemma, Larry agreed. + </p> + <p> + They explored the woodchuck hole, failing to drown out that cunning + subterranean architect who apparently had provided lines of retreat for + just such emergencies as confronted him now. Wearied of the woodchuck, + they ranged the bush seeking and finding the nests of bluejays and of + woodpeckers, and in a gravel pit those of the sand martens. Joe led them + to the haunts of the woodcock, but that shy bird they failed to glimpse. + Long before the noon hour they felt the need of sustenance and found that + Larry's lunch divided among the four went but a small way in satisfying + their pangs of hunger. The other three, carefree and unconcerned for what + the future might hold, roamed the woods during the afternoon, but to Larry + what in other circumstances would have been a day of unalloyed joy, + brought him only a present misery and a dread for the future. The question + of school for the afternoon was only mentioned to be dismissed. They were + too dirty and muddy to venture into the presence of the master. + Consequently the obvious course was to wait until four o'clock when + joining the other children they might slip home unnoticed. + </p> + <p> + The afternoon soon began to lag. The woods had lost their first glamour. + Their games grew to be burdensome. They were weary and hungry, and + becoming correspondingly brittle in temper. Already Nemesis was on their + trail. Sick at heart and weighted with forebodings, Larry listened to the + plans of the other boys by which they expected to elude the consequences + of their truancy. In the discussion of their plans Larry took no part. + They offered him no hope. He knew that if he were prepared to lie, as they + had cheerfully decided, his simple word would carry him through at home. + But there the difficulty arose. Was he willing to lie? He had never lied + to his mother in all his life. He visualised her face as she listened to + him recounting his falsified tale of the day's doings and unconsciously he + groaned aloud. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter with you, Larry?” inquired Mop, noticing his pale face. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing; it's getting a little cold, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “Cold!” laughed Mop. “I guess you're getting scared all right.” + </p> + <p> + To this Larry made no reply. He was too miserable, too tired to explain + his state of mind. He was doubtful whether he could explain to Mop or to + Joe his unwillingness to lie to his mother. + </p> + <p> + “It don't take much to scare you anyway,” said Mop with an ugly grin. + </p> + <p> + The situation was not without its anxieties to Mop, for while he felt + fairly confident as to his ability to meet successfully his mother's cross + examination, there was always a possibility of his father's taking a hand, + and that filled him with a real dismay. For Mr. Sam Cheatley, the village + butcher, was a man of violent temper, hasty in his judgments and merciless + in his punishment. There was a possibility of unhappy consequences for Mop + in spite of his practiced ability in deception. Hence his nerves were set + a-jangling, and his temper, never very certain, was rather on edge. The + pale face of the little boy annoyed him, and the little whimsical smile + which never quite left his face confronted him like an insult. + </p> + <p> + “You're scared,” reiterated Mop with increasing contempt, “and you know + you're scared. You ain't got any spunk anyway. You ain't got the spunk of + a louse.” With a quick grip he caught the boy by the collar (he was almost + twice Larry's size), and with a jerk landed him on his back in a brush + heap. The fall brought Larry no physical hurt, but the laughter of Joe and + especially of big Ben, who in his eyes was something of a hero, wounded + and humiliated him. The little smile, however, did not leave his face and + he picked himself up and settled his coat about his collar. + </p> + <p> + “You ain't no good anyway,” continued Mop, with the native instinct of the + bully to worry his victim. “You can't play nothin' and you can't lick + nobody in the whole school.” + </p> + <p> + Both of these charges Larry felt were true. He was not fond of games and + never had he experienced a desire to win fame as a fighter. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, let him alone, can't you, Mop?” said big Ben. “He ain't hurtin' you + none.” + </p> + <p> + “Hurtin' me,” cried Mop, who for some unaccountable reason had worked + himself into a rage. “He couldn't hurt me if he tried. I could lick him on + my knees with one hand behind my back. I believe Joe there could lick him + with one hand tied behind his back.” + </p> + <p> + “I bet he can't,” said Ben, measuring Larry with his eye and desiring to + defend him from this degrading accusation. “I bet he'd put up a pretty + fine scrap,” continued Ben, “if he had to.” Larry's heart warmed to his + champion. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if he had to,” replied Mop with a sneer. “But he would never have + to. He wouldn't fight a flea. Joe can lick him with one hand, can't you, + Joe?” + </p> + <p> + “I donno. I don' want fight me,” said Joe. + </p> + <p> + “No, I know you don't want to, but you could, couldn't you?” persisted + Mop. Joe shrugged his shoulders. “Ha, I told you so. Hurrah for my man,” + cried Mop, clapping Joe on the back and pushing him toward Larry. + </p> + <p> + Ben began to scent sport. He was also conscious of a rising resentment + against Mop's exultant tone and manner. + </p> + <p> + “I bet you,” he said, “if Larry wanted to, he could lick Joe even if he + had both hands, but if Joe's one hand is tied behind his back, why Larry + would just whale the tar out of him. But Larry does not want to fight.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” jeered Mop, “you bet he don't, he ain't got it in him. I bet you he + daren't knock a chip off Joe's shoulder, and I will tie Joe's hand behind + his back with his belt. Now there he is, bring your man on. There's a chip + on his shoulder too.” + </p> + <p> + Larry looked at Joe, the little smile still on his face. “I don't want to + fight Joe. What would I fight Joe for?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I told you so,” cried Mop, dancing about. “He ain't got no fight in him. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Take a dare, + Take a dare, + Chase a cat, + And hunt a hare.” + </pre> + <p> + Ben looked critically at Larry as if appraising the quality of his soul. + “Joe can't lick you with one hand tied behind his back, can he, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want to fight Joe,” persisted Larry still smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Ya, ya,” persisted Mop. “Here, Joe, you knock this chip off Larry's + shoulder.” Mop placed the gauge of battle on Larry's shoulder. “Go ahead, + Joe.” + </p> + <p> + To Joe a fight with a friend or a foe was an event of common occurrence. + With even a more dangerous opponent than Larry he would not have + hesitated. For to decline a fight was with Joe utterly despicable. So + placing himself in readiness for the blow that should have been the + inevitable consequence, he knocked the chip off Larry's shoulder. Still + Larry smiled at him. + </p> + <p> + “Aw, your man's no good. He won't fight,” cried Mop with unspeakable + disgust. “I told you he wouldn't fight. Do you know why he won't fight? + His mother belongs to that people, them Quakers, that won't fight for + anything. He's a coward an' his mother's a coward before him.” + </p> + <p> + The smile faded from Larry's lips. His face which had been pale flamed a + quick red, then as quickly became dead white. He turned from Joe and + looked at the boy who was tormenting him. Mop was at least four years + older, strongly and heavily built. For a moment Larry stood as though + estimating Mop's fighting qualities. Then apparently making up his mind + that on ordinary terms, owing to his lack in size and in strength, he was + quite unequal to his foe, he looked quickly about him and his eye fell + upon a stout and serviceable beechwood stake. With quiet deliberation he + seized the club and began walking slowly toward Mop, his eyes glittering + as if with madness, his face white as that of the dead. So terrifying was + his appearance that Mop began to back away. “Here you, look out,” he + cried, “I will smash you.” But Larry still moved steadily upon him. His + white face, his burning eyes, his steady advance was more than Mop could + endure. His courage broke. He turned and incontinently fled. Whirling the + stick over his head, Larry flung the club with all his might after him. + The club caught the fleeing Mop fairly between the shoulders. At the same + time his foot caught a root. Down he went upon his face, uttering cries of + deadly terror. + </p> + <p> + “Keep him off, keep him off. He will kill me, he will kill me.” + </p> + <p> + But Larry having shot his bolt ignored his fallen enemy, and without a + glance at him, or at either of the other boys, or without a word to any of + them, he walked away through the wood, and deaf to their calling + disappeared through the cedar swamp and made straight for home and to his + mother. With even, passionless voice, with almost no sign of penitence, he + told her the story of the day's truancy. + </p> + <p> + As her discriminating eye was quick in discerning his penitence, so her + forgiveness was quick in meeting his sin. But though her forgiveness + brought the boy a certain measure of relief he seemed almost to take it + for granted, and there still remained on his face a look of pain and of + more than pain that puzzled his mother. He seemed to be in a maze of + uncertainty and doubt and fear. His mother could not understand his + distress, for Larry had told her nothing of his encounter with Mop. + Throughout the evening there pounded through the boy's memory the terrible + words, “He is a coward and his mother is a coward before him.” Through his + father's prayer at evening worship those words continued to beat upon his + brain. He tried to prepare his school lessons for the day following, but + upon the page before his eyes the same words took shape. He could not + analyse his unutterable sense of shame. He had been afraid to fight. He + knew he was a coward, but there was a deeper shame in which his mother was + involved. She was a Quaker, he knew, and he had a more or less vague idea + that Quakers would not fight. Was she then a coward? That any reflection + should be made upon his mother stabbed him to the heart. Again and again + Mop's sneering, grinning face appeared before his eyes. He felt that he + could have gladly killed him in the woods, but after all, the paralysing + thought ever recurred that what Mop said was true. His mother was a + coward! He put his head down upon his books and groaned aloud. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, dear?” inquired his mother. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to bed, mother,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Is your head bad?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “No, no, mother. It is nothing. I am tired,” he said, and went upstairs. + </p> + <p> + Before she went to sleep the mother, as was her custom, looked in upon + him. The boy was lying upon his face with his arms flung over his head, + and when she turned him over to an easier position, on the pillow and on + his cheeks were the marks of tears. Gently she pushed back the thick, + black, wavy locks from his forehead, and kissed him once and again. The + boy turned his face toward her. A long sobbing sigh came from his parted + lips. He opened his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “That you, mother?” he asked, the old whimsical smile at his lips. + “Good-night.” + </p> + <p> + He settled down into the clothes and in a moment was fast asleep. The + mother stood looking down upon her boy. He had not told her his trouble, + but her touch had brought him comfort, and for the rest she was content to + wait. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + A FIGHT FOR FREEDOM + </h3> + <p> + The village schoolhouse was packed to the door. Over the crowded forms + there fell a murky light from the smoky swinging lamp that left dark + unexplored depths in the corners of the room. On the walls hung + dilapidated maps at angles suggesting the interior of a ship's cabin + during a storm, or a party of revellers, returning homeward, after the + night before, gravely hilarious. Behind the platform a blackboard, cracked + into irregular spaces, preserved the mental processes of the pupils during + their working hours, and in sharp contrast to these the terribly + depressing perfection of the teacher's exemplar in penmanship, which + reminded the self-complacent slacker that “Eternal vigilance is the price + of freedom.” + </p> + <p> + It was an evangelistic meeting. Behind the table, his face illumined by + the lamp thereon, stood a man turning over the leaves of a hymn book. His + aspect suggested a soul, gentle, mild and somewhat abstracted from its + material environment. The lofty forehead gave promise of an idealism + capable of high courage, indeed of sacrifice—a promise, however, + belied somewhat by an irresolute chin partly hidden by a straggling beard. + But the face was sincere and tenderly human. At his side upon the platform + sat his wife behind a little portable organ, her face equally gentle, + sincere and irresolute. + </p> + <p> + The assembly—with the extraordinary patience that characterises + public assemblies—waited for the opening of the meeting, following + with attentive eyes the vague and trifling movements of the man at the + table. Occasionally there was a rumble of deep voices in conversation, and + in the dark corners subdued laughter—while on the front benches the + animated and giggling whispering of three little girls tended to relieve + the hour from an almost superhuman gravity. + </p> + <p> + At length with a sudden acquisition of resolution the evangelist glanced + at his watch, rose, and catching up a bundle of hymn books from the table + thrust them with unnecessary energy into the hands of a boy who sat on the + side bench beside his mother. The boy was Lawrence Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Take these,” said the man, “and distribute them, please.” + </p> + <p> + Lawrence taken thus by surprise paled, then flushed a quick red. He + glanced up at his mother and at her slight nod took the books and + distributed them among the audience on one side of the room while the + evangelist took the other. As the lad passed from bench to bench with his + books he was greeted with jocular and slightly jeering remarks in + undertone by the younger members of the company, which had the effect of + obviously increasing the ineptitude of his thin nervous fingers, but could + not quite dispel the whimsical smile that lingered about the corners of + his mouth and glanced from the corners of his grey-blue eyes. + </p> + <p> + The meeting opened with the singing of a popular hymn which carried a + refrain catchy enough but running to doggerel. Another hymn followed and + another. Then abruptly the evangelist announced, + </p> + <p> + “Now we shall have a truly GREAT hymn, a hymn you must sing in a truly + great way, in what we call the grand style, number three hundred and + sixty-seven.” + </p> + <p> + Then in a voice, deep, thrilling, vibrant with a noble emotion, he read + the words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “When I survey the wondrous cross + On which the Prince of Glory died, + My richest gain I count but loss, + And pour contempt on all my pride.” + </pre> + <p> + They sang the verse, and when they had finished he stood looking at them + in silence for a moment or two, then announced solemnly: + </p> + <p> + “Friends, that will not do for this hymn. Sing it with your hearts. Listen + to me.” + </p> + <p> + Then he sang a verse in a deep, strong baritone. + </p> + <p> + “Now try.” + </p> + <p> + Timidly they obeyed him. + </p> + <p> + “No, no, not at all,” he shouted at them. “Listen.” + </p> + <p> + Again with exquisitely distinct articulation and in a tone rich in emotion + and carrying in it the noble, penetrating pathos of the great words in + which is embodied the passion of that heart subduing world tragedy. He + would not let them try it again, but alone sang the hymn to the end. By + the spell of his voice he had gripped them by the heart. The giggling + girls in the front seat sat gazing at him with open mouths and lifted + eyes. From every corner of the room faces once dull were filled with a + great expectant look. + </p> + <p> + “You will never sing those words as you should,” he cried, “until you know + and feel the glory of that wondrous cross. Never, never, never.” His voice + rose in a passionate crescendo. + </p> + <p> + After he had finished singing the last great verse, he let his eyes wander + over the benches until they rested upon the face of the lad on the side + bench near him. + </p> + <p> + “Aha, boy,” he cried. “You can sing those words. Try that last verse.” + </p> + <p> + The boy stared, fascinated, at him. + </p> + <p> + “Sing the last verse, boy,” commanded the evangelist, “sing.” + </p> + <p> + As if impelled by another will than his own, the boy slowly, with his eyes + still fastened on the man's face, threw back his head and began to sing. + His voice rose, full, strong, in a quaint imitation in method of + articulation and in voice production of the evangelist himself. At the + third line of the verse the evangelist joined in great massive tones, + beating time vigorously in a rallentando. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Love so amazing, so divine, + Demands my soul, my life, my all.” + </pre> + <p> + The effect was a great emotional climax, the spiritual atmosphere was + charged with fervour. The people sat rigid, fixed in their places, + incapable of motion, until released by the invitation of the leader, “Let + us pray.” The boy seemed to wake as from a sleep, glanced at his mother, + then at the faces of the people in the room, sat down, and quickly covered + his face with his hands and so remained during the prayer. + </p> + <p> + The dramatic effect of the singing was gradually dispelled in the prayer + and in a Scripture reading which followed. By the time the leader was + about to begin his address, the people had almost relapsed into their + normal mental and spiritual condition of benevolent neutrality. A second + time a text was announced, when abruptly the door opened and up the aisle, + with portentous impressiveness as of a stately ocean liner coming to + berth, a man advanced whose presence seemed to fill the room and give it + the feeling of being unpleasantly crowded. A buzz went through the seats. + “The Rector! The Rector!” The evangelist gazed upon the approaching form + and stood as if incapable of proceeding until this impressive personage + should come to rest. Deliberately the Rector advanced to the side bench + upon which Larry and his mother were seated, and slowly swinging into + position calmly viewed the man upon the platform, the woman at the organ, + the audience filling the room and then definitely came to anchor upon the + bench. + </p> + <p> + The preacher waited until this manoeuvre had been successfully + accomplished, coughed nervously, made as if to move in the direction of + the important personage on the side bench, hesitated, and finally with an + air of embarrassment once more announced his text. At once the Rector was + upon his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Will you pardon me, sir,” he began with elaborate politeness. “Do I + understand you're a clergyman?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, sir,” replied the evangelist, “just a plain preacher.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not in any Holy Orders then?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you an ordained or accredited minister of any of the—ah—dissenting + bodies?” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir,” demanded the Rector, “may I ask by what authority you presume + to exercise the functions of the holy ministry and in my parish?” + </p> + <p> + “Well—really—sir, I do not know why I—” + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir, let me tell you this will not be permitted,” said the Rector + sternly. “There are regularly ordained and accredited ministers of the + Church and of all religious bodies represented in this neighbourhood, and + your ministrations are not required.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely, sir,” said the evangelist hurriedly as if anxious to get in a + word, “I may be permitted in this free country to preach the Gospel.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, there are regularly ordained and approved ministers of the Gospel + who are quite capable of performing this duty. I won't have it, sir. I + must protect these people from unlicensed, unregulated—ah—persons, + of whose character and antecedents we have no knowledge. Pray, sir,” cried + the Rector, taking a step toward the man on the platform, “whom do you + represent?” + </p> + <p> + The evangelist drew himself up quietly and said, “My Lord and Master, sir. + May I ask whom do you represent?” + </p> + <p> + It was a deadly thrust. For the first time during the encounter the Rector + palpably gave ground. + </p> + <p> + “Eh? Ah—sir—I—ah—ahem—my standing in this + community is perfectly assured as an ordained clergyman of the Church of + England in Canada. Have you any organisation or church, any organised + Christian body to which you adhere and to which you are responsible?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that body?” + </p> + <p> + “The Church of Christ—the body of believers.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that an organised body with ordained ministers and holy sacraments?” + </p> + <p> + “We do not believe in a paid ministry with special privileges and powers,” + said the evangelist. “We believe that every disciple has a right to preach + the glorious Gospel.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, then you receive no support from any source in this ministry of + yours?” + </p> + <p> + The evangelist hesitated. “I receive no salary, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “No support?” + </p> + <p> + “I receive no regular salary,” reiterated the evangelist. + </p> + <p> + “Do not quibble, sir,” said the Rector sternly. “Do you receive any + financial support from any source whatever in your mission about the + country?” + </p> + <p> + “I receive—” began the evangelist. + </p> + <p> + “Do you or do you not?” thundered the Rector. + </p> + <p> + “I was about to say that my expenses are paid by my society.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, no more need be said. These people can judge for themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “I am willing that they should judge, but I remind you that there is + another Judge.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” replied the Rector with portentous solemnity, “there is, + before whom both you and I must stand.” + </p> + <p> + “And now then,” said the evangelist, taking up the Bible, “we may proceed + with our meeting.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir,” replied the Rector, stepping upon the platform. “I will not + permit it.” + </p> + <p> + “You have no right to—” + </p> + <p> + “I have every right to protect this community from heretical and + disingenuous, not to say dishonest, persons.” + </p> + <p> + “You call me dishonest?” + </p> + <p> + “I said disingenuous.” + </p> + <p> + The evangelist turned toward the audience. “I protest against this + intrusion upon this meeting. I appeal to the audience for British fair + play.” + </p> + <p> + Murmurs were heard from the audience and subdued signs of approval. The + Rector glanced upon the people. + </p> + <p> + “Fair play,” he cried, “you will get as will any man who appears properly + accredited and properly qualified to proclaim the Gospel, but in the name + of this Christian community, I will prevent the exploitation of an unwary + and trusting people.” + </p> + <p> + “Liberty of speech!” called a voice from a dark corner. + </p> + <p> + “Liberty of speech,” roared the Rector. “Who of you wants liberty of + speech? Let him stand forth.” + </p> + <p> + There followed a strained and breathless silence. The champion of free + speech retreated behind his discretion. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I thought so,” said the Rector in grim contempt. + </p> + <p> + But even as he spoke a quiet voice invaded the tense silence like a bell + in a quiet night. It was Mrs. Gwynne, her slight girlish figure standing + quietly erect, her face glowing as with an inner light, her eyes resting + in calm fearlessness upon the Rector's heated countenance. + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” she said, “my conscience will not permit me to sit in silence in + the presence of what I feel to be an infringement of the rights of free + people. I venture very humbly to protest against this injustice, and to + say that this gentleman has a right to be heard.” + </p> + <p> + An even more intense silence fell upon the people. The Rector stood + speechless, gazing upon the little woman who had thus broken every + tradition of the community in lifting her voice in a public assembly and + who had dared to challenge the authority of one who for nearly twenty + years had been recognised as the autocrat of the village and of the whole + countryside. But the Rector was an alert and gallant fighter. He quickly + recovered his poise. + </p> + <p> + “If Mrs. Gwynne, our good friend and neighbour, desires to address this + meeting,” he said with a courteous and elaborate bow, “and I am sure by + training and tradition she is quite capable of doing so, I am confident + that all of us will be delighted to listen to her. But the question in + hand is not quite so simple as she imagines. It is—” + </p> + <p> + “Liberty of speech,” said the voice again from the dark corner. + </p> + <p> + The Rector wheeled fiercely in the direction from which the interruption + came. + </p> + <p> + “Who speaks,” he cried; “why does he shrink into the darkness? Let him + come forth.” + </p> + <p> + Again discretion held the interrupter silent. + </p> + <p> + “As for you—you, sir,” continued the Rector, turning upon the + evangelist, “if you desire—” + </p> + <p> + But at this point there was a sudden commotion from the opposite side of + the room. A quaint dwarfish figure, crippled but full of vigour, stumped + up to the platform. + </p> + <p> + “My son,” he said, grandly waving the Rector to one side, “allow me, my + son. You have done well. Now I shall deal with this gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + The owner of the misshapen body had a noble head, a face marked with + intellectual quality, but the glitter in the large blue eye told the same + tale of mental anarchy. Startled and astonished, the evangelist backed + away from the extraordinary creature that continued to advance upon him. + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” cried the dwarf, “by what right do you proclaim the divine message + to your fellowmen? Have you known the cross, have you felt the piercing + crown, do you bear upon your body the mark of the spear?” At this with a + swift upward hitch of his shirt the dwarf exposed his bare side. The + evangelist continued to back away from his new assailant, who continued + vigorously to follow him up. The youngsters in the crowd broke into + laughter. The scene passed swiftly from tragedy to farce. At this point + the Rector interposed. + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, John,” he said, laying a firm, but gentle, hand upon the + dwarf's shoulder. “That will do now. He is perfectly harmless, sir,” he + said, addressing the evangelist. Then turning to the audience, “I think we + may dismiss this meeting,” and, raising his hands, he pronounced the + benediction, and the people dispersed in disorder. + </p> + <p> + With a strained “Good-night, sir,” to the evangelist and a courteous bow + to Mrs. Gwynne, the Rector followed the people, leaving the evangelist and + his wife behind packing up their hymn books and organ, their faces only + too clearly showing the distress which they felt. Mrs. Gwynne moved toward + them. + </p> + <p> + “I am truly grieved,” she said, addressing the evangelist, “that you were + not given an opportunity to deliver your message.” + </p> + <p> + “What a terrible creature that is,” he exclaimed in a tone indicating + nervous anxiety. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you mean poor John?” said Mrs. Gwynne. “The poor man is quite + harmless. He became excited with the unusual character of the meeting. He + will disturb you no more.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear it is useless,” said the evangelist. “I cannot continue in the + face of this opposition.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be difficult, but not useless,” replied Mrs. Gwynne, the light of + battle glowing in her grey eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I do not know. It may not be wise to stir up bad feeling in a + community, to bring the name of religion into disrepute by strife. But,” + he continued, offering his hand, “let me thank you warmly for your + sympathy. It was splendidly courageous of you. Do you—do you attend + his church?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we worship with the Episcopal Church. I am a Friend myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, then it was a splendidly courageous act. I honour you for it.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will continue your mission?” she replied earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “Alas, I can hardly see how the mission can be continued. There seems to + be no opening.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne apparently lost interest. “Good-bye,” she said simply, shaking + hands with them both, and without further words left the room with her + boy. For some distance they walked together along the dark road in + silence. Then in an awed voice the boy said: + </p> + <p> + “How could you do it, mother? You were not a bit afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “Afraid of what, the Rector?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not the Rector—but to speak up that way before all the people.” + </p> + <p> + “It was hard to speak,” said his mother, “very hard, but it was harder to + keep silent. It did not seem right.” + </p> + <p> + The boy's heart swelled with a new pride in his mother. “Oh, mother,” he + said, “you were splendid. You were like a soldier standing there. You were + like the martyrs in my book.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, no, my boy.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you yes, mother, I was proud of you.” + </p> + <p> + The thrilling passion in the little boy's voice went to his mother's + heart. “Were you, my boy?” she said, her voice faltering. “I am glad you + were.” + </p> + <p> + Hand in hand they walked along, the boy exulting in his restored pride in + his mother and in her courage. But a new feeling soon stirred within him. + He remembered with a pain intolerable that he had allowed the word of so + despicable a creature as Mop Cheatley to shake his faith in his mother's + courage. Indignation at the wretched creature who had maligned her, but + chiefly a passionate self-contempt that he had allowed himself to doubt + her, raged tumultuously in his heart and drove him in a silent fury + through the dark until they reached their own gate. Then as his mother's + hand reached toward the latch, the boy abruptly caught her arm in a fierce + grip. + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” he burst forth in a passionate declaration of faith, “you're not + a coward.” + </p> + <p> + “A coward?” replied his mother, astonished. + </p> + <p> + The boy's arms went around her, his head pressed into her bosom. In a + voice broken with passionate sobs he poured forth his tale of shame and + self-contempt. + </p> + <p> + “He said you were a Quaker, that the Quakers were cowards, and would never + fight, and that you were a coward, and that you would never fight. But you + would, mother, wouldn't you? And you're not a real Quaker, are you, + mother?” + </p> + <p> + “A Quaker,” said his mother. “Yes, dear, I belong to the Friends, as we + call them.” + </p> + <p> + “And they, won't they ever fight?” demanded the boy anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “They do not believe that fighting with fists, or sticks, or like wild + beasts,” said his mother, “ever wins anything worth while.” + </p> + <p> + “Never, mother?” cried the boy, anxiety and fear in his tones. “You would + fight, you would fight to-night, you would fight the Rector.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my boy,” said his mother quietly, “that kind of fighting we believe + in. Our people have never been afraid to stand up for the right, and to + suffer for it too. Remember that, my boy,” a certain pride rang out in the + mother's voice. She continued, “We must never be afraid to suffer for what + we believe to be right. You must never forget that through all your life, + Larry.” Her voice grew solemn. “You must never, never go back from what + you know to be right, even if you have to suffer for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mother,” whispered the boy through his sobs, “I wish I were brave + like you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, not like me,” whispered his mother, putting her face down to his. + “You will be much braver than your mother, my boy, oh, very much braver + than your mother.” + </p> + <p> + The boy still clung to her as if he feared to let her go. “Oh, mother,” he + whispered, “do you think I can be brave?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my boy,” her voice rang out again confident and clear. “It always + makes us brave to know that He bore the cross for us and died rather than + betray us.” + </p> + <p> + There were no more words between them, but the memory of that night never + faded from the boy's mind. A new standard of heroism was set up within his + soul which he might fail to reach but which he could never lower. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + THE ESCUTCHEON CLEARED + </h3> + <p> + Mr. Michael Gwynne, the Mapleton storekeeper, was undoubtedly the most + popular man not in the village only but in the whole township. To begin + with he was a man of high character, which was sufficiently guaranteed by + the fact that he was chosen as Rector's Warden in All Saints Episcopal + Church. He was moreover the Rector's right-hand man, ready to back up any + good cause with personal effort, with a purse always open but not often + full, and with a tongue that was irresistible, for he had to an + extraordinary degree the gift of persuasive speech. Therefore, the + Rector's first move in launching any new scheme was to secure the approval + and co-operation of his Warden. + </p> + <p> + By the whole community too Mr. Gwynne was recognised as a gentleman, a + gentleman not in appearance and bearing only, a type calculated to repel + plain folk, but a gentleman in heart, with a charm of manner which + proceeded from a real interest in and consideration for the welfare of + others. This charm of manner proved a valuable asset to him in his + business, for behind his counter Mr. Gwynne had a rare gift of investing + the very calicoes and muslins which he displayed before the dazzled eyes + of the ladies who came to buy with a glamour that never failed to make + them appear altogether desirable; and even the hard-headed farmers fell + under this spell of his whether he described to them the superexcellent + qualities of a newly patented cream separator or the virtues of a new + patent medicine for ailing horses whose real complaint was overwork or + underfeeding. With all this, moreover, Mr. Gwynne was rigidly honest. No + one ever thought of disputing an account whether he paid it or not, and + truth demands that with Mr. Gwynne's customers the latter course was more + frequently adopted. + </p> + <p> + It was at this point that Mr. Gwynne failed of success as a business man. + He could buy with discrimination, he had a rare gift of salesmanship, but + as a collector, in the words of Sam Cheatley, the village butcher, himself + a conspicuous star in that department of business activity, “He was not + worth a tinker's curse.” His accounts were sent out punctually twice a + year. His wife saw to that. At times of desperation when pressure from the + wholesale houses became urgent, special statements were sent out by Mr. + Gwynne himself. But in such cases the apology accompanying these + statements was frequently such as to make immediate payment seem almost an + insult. His customers held him in high esteem, respected his intellectual + ability—for he was a Trinity man—were fascinated by his charm + of manner, loved him for his kindly qualities, but would not pay their + bills. + </p> + <p> + Many years ago, having failed to work harmoniously with his business + partner, a shrewd, hard-headed, Belfast draper—hard-hearted Mr. + Gwynne considered him—Mr. Gwynne had decided to emigrate to Canada + with the remnant of a small fortune which was found to be just sufficient + to purchase the Mapleton general store, and with it a small farm of fifty + acres on the corner of which the store stood. It was the farm that decided + the investment; for Mr. Gwynne was possessed of the town man's infatuation + for farm life and of the optimistic conviction that on the farm a living + at least for himself and his small family would be assured. + </p> + <p> + But his years of business in Mapleton had gradually exhausted his fortune + and accumulated a staggering load of debt which was the occasion of + moments of anxiety, even of fear, to the storekeeper. There was always the + thought in his mind that against his indebtedness on the credit side there + were his book accounts which ran up into big figures. There was always, if + the worst came to the worst, the farm. But if Mr. Gwynne was no business + man still less was he a farmer. Tied to his store by reason of his + inability to afford a competent assistant, the farming operations were + carried on in haphazard fashion by neighbours who were willing to + liquidate their store debts with odd days' work at times most convenient + to themselves, but not always most seasonable for the crops. Hence in good + years, none too good with such haphazard farming, the farm was called upon + to make up the deficiency in the financial returns of the store. In bad + years notes had to be renewed with formidable accumulations of interest. + But such was Mr. Gwynne's invincible optimism that he met every new + embarrassment with some new project giving new promise of success. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile during these painful years his brave little wife by her garden + and her poultry materially helped to keep the family in food and to meet + in some degree the household expenses. She was her own servant except that + the Widow Martin came to her aid twice a week. Her skill with needle and + sewing machine and a certain creative genius which she possessed enabled + her to evolve from her husband's old clothes new clothes for her boy, and + from her own clothing, when not too utterly worn, dresses for her two + little girls. And throughout these years with all their toil and anxiety + she met each day with a spirit undaunted and with a face that remained + serene as far at least as her husband and her children ever saw. Nor did + she allow the whole weight of trials to taint the sweetness of her spirit + or to dim her faith in God. Devoted to her husband, she refused to allow + herself to criticise his business ability or methods. The failure, which + she could not but admit, was not his fault; it was the fault of those + debtors who declined to pay their just dues. + </p> + <p> + In an hour of desperation she ventured to point out to her husband that + these farmers were extending their holdings and buying machinery with + notes that bore interest. “And besides, Michael,” she said, “Lawrence must + go to High School next year. He will pass the Entrance examination this + summer, and he must go.” + </p> + <p> + “He shall go,” said her husband. “I am resolved to make a change in my + method of business. I shall go after these men. They shall no longer use + my money for their business and for their families while my business and + my family suffer. You need not look that way, I have made up my mind and I + shall begin at once.” + </p> + <p> + Unfortunately the season was not suitable for collections. The farmers + were engrossed with their harvesting, and after that with the fall + ploughing, and later with the marketing of their grain. And as the weeks + passed Mr. Gwynne's indignant resolve that his customers should not do + business on his money gradually cooled down. The accounts were sent out as + usual, and with the usual disappointing result. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Mr. Gwynne's attention was diverted from his delinquent debtors + by an enterprise which to an unusual degree awakened his sympathy and + kindled his imagination. The Reverend Heber Harding, ever since his + unfortunate encounter with the travelling evangelist, was haunted with the + uneasy feeling that he and his church were not completely fulfilling their + functions in the community and justifying their existence. The impression + had been the more painfully deepened in him by the sudden eruption of a + spirit of recklessness and a certain tendency to general lawlessness in + some of the young men of the village. As a result of a conference with the + leading men of his congregation, he had decided to organise a young men's + club. The business of setting this club in active operation was handed + over to Mr. Gwynne, than whom no one in the village was better fitted for + the work. The project appealed to Mr. Gwynne's imagination. A room was + secured in the disused Orange Hall. Subscriptions were received to make + purchase of apparatus and equipment necessary for games of various sorts. + With vivid remembrance of his college days, Mr. Gwynne saw to it that as + part of the equipment a place should be found for a number of sets of + boxing gloves. + </p> + <p> + There were those who were not too sure of the uplifting influence of the + boxing gloves. But after Mr. Gwynne had given an exhibition of the + superior advantages of science over brute force in a bout with Mack + Morrison before a crowded hall, whatever doubt might exist as to the + ethical value of the boxing gloves, there was no doubt at all as to their + value as an attractive force in the building up of the membership of the + Young Men's Club. The boxing class became immensely popular, and being + conducted under Mr. Gwynne's most rigid supervision, it gradually came to + exert a most salutary influence upon its members. They learned, for one + thing, to take hard knocks without losing their tempers. + </p> + <p> + In the boxing class thus established, none showed a greater eagerness to + learn than did Larry. Every moment of his father's spare time he utilised + to add to his knowledge of the various feints and guards and cuts and + punches and hooks that appeared necessary to a scientific acquaintance + with the manly art. He developed an amazing capacity to accept punishment. + Indeed, he appeared almost to welcome rough handling, especially from the + young men and boys bigger than himself. Light in weight and not very + muscular, he was wiry and quick in eye and in action, and under his + father's teaching he learned how to “make his heels save his head.” He was + always ready for a go with any one who might offer, and when all others + had wearied of the sport Larry would put in an extra half hour with the + punching bag. With one boy only he refused to spar. No persuasion, no + taunts, no challenge could entice him to put on the gloves with Mop + Cheatley. He could never look steadily at Mop for any length of time + without seeing again on his face the sneering grin and hearing again the + terrible words spoken two years ago in the cedar woods behind the mill + pond: “You're a coward and your mother's a coward before you.” He refused + to spar with Mop for he knew that once face to face with him he could not + spar, he must fight. But circumstances made the contest inevitable. In the + working out of a tournament, it chanced that Mop was drawn to face Larry, + and although the disparity both in age and weight seemed to handicap the + smaller boy to an excessive degree, Larry's friends who were arranging the + schedule, among them Mack Morrison with big Ben Hopper and Joe Gagneau as + chorus, and who knew something of Larry's skill with his hands and speed + on his feet, were not unwilling to allow the draw to stand. + </p> + <p> + The days preceding the tournament were days of misery for Larry. The + decision in the contest would of course be on points and he knew that he + could outpoint without much difficulty his antagonist who was clumsy and + slow. For the decision Larry cared nothing at all. At the most he had + little to lose for it would be but small disgrace to be beaten by a boy so + much bigger. The cause of his distress was something quite other than + this. He knew that from the first moment of the bout he would be fighting. + That this undoubtedly would make Mop fight back, and he was haunted by the + fear that in the stress of battle he might play the coward. Would he be + able to stand up to Mop when the fight began to go against him? And + suppose he should run away, should show himself a coward? How could he + ever live after that, how look any of the boys in the face? Worst of all, + how could he face his father, whose approval in this boxing game since he + had revealed himself as a “fighting man” the boy coveted more than + anything else. But his father was not present when the boy stepped into + the ring. Impelled by the dread of showing himself a coward and running + away, Larry flung to the winds his father's favourite maxim, “Let your + heels save your head,” a maxim which ought if ever to be observed in such + a bout as this in which he was so out-classed in weight. + </p> + <p> + At the word “Time” Larry leaped for his opponent and almost before Mop was + aware that the battle had begun he was being blinded, staggered and beaten + all around the ring, and only a lucky blow, flung wildly into space and + landing heavily upon Larry's face, saved him from complete defeat in the + first round. That single heavy blow was sufficient to give temporary pause + to Larry's impetuosity, but as soon as he got back his wind he once more + ran in, feinting, ducking, plunging, but ever pressing hard upon his + antagonist, who, having recovered from his first surprise, began to plant + heavy blows upon Larry's ribs, until at the end of the round the boy was + glad enough to sink back into his corner gasping for breath. + </p> + <p> + Ben Hopper, who was acting as Larry's second, was filled with surprise and + indignation at his principal's fighting tactics. “You blame fool,” he said + to Larry as he ministered to his all too apparent necessities. “What do + you think you're doing? Do you think he's a sausage machine and you a + bloody porker? Keep away from him. You know he's too heavy for you. If he + were not so clumsy he would have had you out before this. One good punch + from him would do it. Why don't you do your foot work?” + </p> + <p> + “Corec,” said Joe. “Larree, you fight all the same Mack Morrison's ram. + Head down, jump in—head down, jump in. Why you run so queek on dat + Mop feller? Why you not make him run after you?” + </p> + <p> + “He's right, Larry,” said Ben. “Use your feet; make him come after you. + You will sure get his wind.” + </p> + <p> + But Larry stood recovering his breath, glowering meanwhile at his enemy + across the ring. He neither heeded nor heard the entreaties of his + friends. In his ears one phrase only rang with insistent reiteration. + “He's a coward, an' his mother's a coward before him.” Only one obsession + possessed him, he must keep hard at his enemy. + </p> + <p> + “Time!” The second round was on. Like a tiger upon his prey, Larry was + upon his foe, driving fast and furious blows upon his head and face. But + this time Mop was ready for him, and bearing in, head down, he took on his + left guard the driving blows with no apparent injury, and sent back some + half a dozen heavy swings that broke down Larry's guard, drove him across + the ring and finally brought him gasping to his knees. + </p> + <p> + “Stay where you are,” yelled Ben. “Take your count, Larry, and keep away + from him. Do you hear me? Keep away, always away.” + </p> + <p> + At the ninth count Larry sprang to his feet, easily eluded Mop's swinging + blow, and slipping lightly around the ring, escaped further attack until + he had picked up his wind. + </p> + <p> + “That's the game,” yelled Ben. “Keep it up, old boy, keep it up.” + </p> + <p> + “C'est bon stuff, Larree,” yelled Joe, dancing wildly in Ben's corner. + “C'est bon stuff, Larree, for sure.” + </p> + <p> + But once more master of his wind, Larry renewed his battering assault upon + Mop's head, inflicting some damage indeed, but receiving heavy punishment + in return. The close of the round found him exhausted and bleeding. In + spite of the adjurations and entreaties of his friends, Larry pursued the + same tactics in the third round, which ended even more disastrously than + the second. His condition was serious enough to bring Mack Morrison to his + side. + </p> + <p> + “What's up with you, Larry?” said Mack. “Where's your science gone? Why + don't you play the game as you know it?” + </p> + <p> + “Mack, Mack,” panted Larry. “It ain't a game. I'm—I'm fighting, and, + Mack, I'm not afraid of him.” + </p> + <p> + Mack whistled. “Who said you are afraid of him, youngster?” + </p> + <p> + “He did, Mack, he called me a coward—you remember, Ben, up in the + cedar bush that day we played hookey—you remember, Ben?” Ben nodded. + “He called me a coward and”—grinding the words between his teeth—“he + called my mother a coward. But I am not afraid of him, Mack—he can't + make me afraid; he can't make me run away.” What with his rage and his + secret fear, the boy had quite lost control of himself. + </p> + <p> + “So that's it,” said Mack, reading both rage and fear in his eyes. “Listen + to me, Larry,” he continued in a voice low and stern. “You quit this + monkey work right now or, by the jumping Jehoshaphat, I will lick the tar + out of you myself when this is over. You're not afraid of him; I know that—we + all know that. But you don't want to kill him, eh? No. What you want is to + make him look like a fool. Well, then, fight, if you want to fight, but + remember your rules. Play with him, make him follow you round until you + get his wind; there's your chance. Then get him hard and get away.” + </p> + <p> + But the boy spoke no word in reply. He was staring gloomily, desperately, + before him into space. + </p> + <p> + Mack seized him, and shaking him impatiently, said, “Larry boy, listen to + me. Don't you care for anybody but yourself? Don't you care for me at + all?” + </p> + <p> + At that Larry appeared to wake up as from a sleep. + </p> + <p> + “What did you say, Mack?” he answered. “Of course I care, you know that, + Mack.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Mack, “for God's sake, get a smile on your face. Smile, + confound you, smile.” + </p> + <p> + The boy passed his gloved hand over his face, looked for a moment into + Mack's eyes, and the old smile came back to his lips. + </p> + <p> + “Now you're all right,” cried Mack in triumph. “Remember your father's + rule, 'Keep your head with your heels.'” And Larry did remember! For on + the call of “Time” he slipped from Ben's knees and began to circle lightly + about Mop, smiling upon him and waiting his chance. His chance soon came, + for Mop, thinking that his enemy had had about enough and was ready to + quit, adopted aggressive tactics, and, feinting with his right, swung + heavily with his left at the smiling face. But the face proved elusive, + and upon Mop's undefended head a series of blows dealt with savage fury + took all the heart out of him. So he cried to the referee as he ducked + into his corner: + </p> + <p> + “He's fightin'. He's fightin'. I'm not fightin'.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better get busy then,” called Ben derisively from his corner. “Now, + Larry, sail into him,” and Larry sailed in with such vehemence that Mop + fairly turned tail and ran around the ring, Larry pursuing him amid the + delighted shouts of the spectators. + </p> + <p> + This ended the contest, the judges giving the decision to Mop, who, though + obviously beaten at the finish, had showed a distinct superiority on + points. As for Larry, the decision grieved him not at all. He carried home + a face slightly disfigured but triumphant, his sole comment to his mother + upon the contest being, “I was not afraid of him anyway, mother; he could + not make me run.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure of this boxing, Lawrence,” she said, but the boy caught + the glint in her eyes and was well enough content. + </p> + <p> + In the late evening Ben, with Larry and Joe following him, took occasion + to look in upon Mop at the butcher shop. + </p> + <p> + “Say, Mop,” said Ben pleasantly, “what do you think of Larry now? Would + you say he was a coward?” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” asked Mop, suspecting trouble. + </p> + <p> + “Just what I say,” said Ben, while Larry moved up within range, his face + white, his eyes gleaming. + </p> + <p> + “I ain't saying nothing about nobody,” replied Mop sullenly, with the tail + of his eye upon Larry's white face and gleaming eyes. + </p> + <p> + “You say him one tam—in de cedar swamp,” said Joe. + </p> + <p> + “Would you say Larry was a coward?” repeated Ben. + </p> + <p> + “No, I wouldn't say nothing of the sort,” replied Mop promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think he is a coward?” persisted Ben. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mop, “I know he ain't no coward. He don't fight like no + coward.” + </p> + <p> + This appeared to satisfy Ben, but Larry, moving slightly nearer, took up + the word for himself. + </p> + <p> + “And would you say my mother was a coward?” he asked in a tense voice, his + body gathered as if for a spring. + </p> + <p> + “Larry, I wouldn't say nothing about your mother,” replied Mop earnestly. + “I think your mother's a bully good woman. She was awfully good to my + mother last winter, I know.” + </p> + <p> + The spring went out of Larry's body. He backed away from Mop and the boys. + </p> + <p> + “Who said your mother was a coward?” inquired Mop indignantly. “If anybody + says so, you bring him to me, and I'll punch his head good, I will.” + </p> + <p> + Larry looked foolishly at Ben, who looked foolishly back at him. + </p> + <p> + “Say, Mop,” said Larry, a smile like a warm light passing over his face, + “come on up and see my new rabbits.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + SALVAGE + </h3> + <p> + Another and greater enterprise was diverting Mr. Gwynne's attention from + the delinquencies of his debtors, namely: the entrance of the National + Machine Company into the remote and placid life of Mapleton and its + district. The manager of this company, having spent an afternoon with Mr. + Gwynne in his store and having been impressed by his charm and power of + persuasive talk, made him a proposition that he should act as agent of the + National Machine Company. The arrangement suggested was one that appealed + to Mr. Gwynne's highly optimistic temperament. He was not to work for a + mere salary, but was to purchase outright the various productions of the + National Machine Company and receive a commission upon all his sales. The + figures placed before Mr. Gwynne by the manager of the company were + sufficiently impressive, indeed so impressive that Mr. Gwynne at once + accepted the proposition, and the Mapleton branch of the National Machine + Company became an established fact. + </p> + <p> + There was no longer any question as to the education of his family. In + another year when his boy had passed his entrance examinations he would be + able to send him to the high school in the neighbouring town of Easton, + properly equipped and relieved of those handicaps with which poverty can + so easily wash all the colour out of young life. A brilliant picture the + father drew before the eyes of his wife of the educational career of their + boy, who had already given promise of exceptional ability. But while she + listened, charmed, delighted and filled with proud anticipation, the + mother with none the less painful care saved her garden and poultry money, + cut to bare necessity her household expenses, skimped herself and her + children in the matter of dress, and by every device which she had learned + in the bitter school of experience during the ten years of her Canadian + life, made such preparation for the expenses of her boy's education as + would render it unnecessary to call upon the wealth realised from the + National Machine Company's business. + </p> + <p> + In the matter of providing for the expense of his education Larry himself + began to take a not unimportant part. During the past two years he had + gained not only in size but in the vigour of his health, and in almost + every kind of work on the farm he could now take a man's place. His mother + would not permit him to give his time and strength to their own farming + operations for the sufficient reason that from these there would be no + return in ready money, and ready money was absolutely essential to the + success of her plans. The boy was quick, eager and well-mannered, and in + consequence had no difficulty in finding employment with the neighbouring + farmers. So much was this the case that long before the closing of school + in the early summer Larry was offered work for the whole summer by their + neighbour, Mr. Martin, at one dollar a day. He could hardly believe his + good fortune inasmuch as he had never in all his life been paid at a rate + exceeding half that amount. + </p> + <p> + “I shall have a lot of money, mother,” he said, “for my high school now. I + wonder how much it will cost me for the term.” + </p> + <p> + Thereupon his mother seized the opportunity to discuss the problem with + him which she knew they must face together. + </p> + <p> + “Let us see,” said his mother. + </p> + <p> + Then each with pencil and paper they drew up to the table, but after the + most careful paring down of expenses and the most optimistic estimate of + their resources consistent with fact, they made the rather discouraging + discovery that they were still fifty dollars short. + </p> + <p> + “I can't do it, mother,” said Larry, in bitter disappointment. + </p> + <p> + “We shall not give up yet,” said his mother. “Indeed, I think with what we + can make out of the farm and garden and poultry, we ought to be able to + manage.” + </p> + <p> + But a new and chilling thought had come to the lad. He pondered silently, + and as he pondered his face became heavily shadowed. + </p> + <p> + “Say, mother,” he said suddenly, “we can't do it. How much are you going + to spend on your clothes?” + </p> + <p> + “All I need,” said his mother brightly. + </p> + <p> + “But how much?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know.” + </p> + <p> + “How much did you spend last year?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never mind, Lawrence; that really does not matter.” + </p> + <p> + But the boy insisted. “Did you spend thirty-one dollars?” His mother + laughed at him. + </p> + <p> + “Did you spend twenty?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you spend fifteen?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know,” said his mother, “and I am not going to talk about it. My + clothes and the girls' clothes will be all right for this year.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said Larry, “I am not going to school this year. I am not going + to spend thirty-one dollars for clothes while you and the girls spend + nothing. I am going to work first, and then go to school. I am not going + to school this year.” The boy rose from his chair and stood and faced his + mother with quivering lips, fighting to keep back the tears. + </p> + <p> + Mother reached out her hand and drew him toward her. “My darling boy,” she + said in a low voice, “I love to hear you, but listen to me. Are you + listening? You must be educated. Nothing must interfere with that. No + suffering is too great to be endured by all of us. The time for education + is youth; first because your mind works more quickly and retains better + what it acquires, and second because it is a better investment, and you + will sooner be able to pay us all back what we spend now. So you will go + to school this year, boy, if we can manage it, and I think we can. Some + day,” she added, patting him on the shoulder, and holding him off from + her, “when you are rich you will give me a silk dress.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't I just,” cried the boy passionately, “and the girls too, and + everything you want, and I will give you a good time yet, mother. You + deserve the best a woman ever had and I will give it to you.” + </p> + <p> + The mother turned her face away from him and looked out of the window. She + saw not the fields of growing grain but a long vista of happy days ever + growing in beauty and in glory until she could see no more for the tears + that quietly fell. The boy dropped on his knees beside her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mother, mother,” he said. “You have been wonderful to us all, and you + have had an awfully hard time. A fellow never knows, does he?” + </p> + <p> + “A hard time? A hard time?” said his mother, a great surprise in her voice + and in her face. “No, my boy, no hard time for me. A dear, dear, lovely + time with you all, every day, every day. Never do I want a better time + than I have had with you.” + </p> + <p> + The event proved the wisdom of Mrs. Gwynne's determination to put little + faith in the optimistic confidence of her husband in regard to the profits + to be expected from the operations of the National Machine Company. A + year's business was sufficient to demonstrate that the Mapleton branch of + the National Machine Company was bankrupt. By every law of life it ought + to be bankrupt. With all his many excellent qualities Mr. Gwynne possessed + certain fatal defects as a business man. With him the supreme + consideration was simply the getting rid of the machines purchased by him + as rapidly and in such large numbers as possible. He cheerfully ignored + the laws that governed the elemental item of profit. Hence the relentless + Nemesis that sooner or later overtakes those who, whether ignorantly or + maliciously, break laws, fell upon the National Machine Company and upon + those who had the misfortune to be associated with it. + </p> + <p> + In the wreck of the business Mr. Gwynne's store, upon which the National + Machine Company had taken the precaution to secure a mortgage, was also + involved. The business went into the hands of a receiver and was bought up + at about fifty cents on the dollar by a man recently from western Canada + whose specialty was the handling of business wreckage. No one after even a + cursory glance at his face would suspect Mr. H. P. Sleighter of deficiency + in business qualities. The snap in the cold grey eye, the firm lines in + the long jaw, the thin lips pressed hard together, all proclaimed the + hard-headed, cold-hearted, iron-willed man of business. Mr. Sleighter, + moreover, had a remarkable instinct for values, more especially for + salvage values. It was this instinct that led him to the purchase of the + National Machine Company wreckage, which included as well the Mapleton + general store, with its assets in stock and book debts. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter's methods with the easy-going debtors of the company in + Mapleton and the surrounding district were of such galvanic vigour that + even so practiced a procrastinator as Farmer Martin found himself actually + drawing money from his hoarded bank account to pay his store debts—a + thing unheard of in that community—and to meet overdue payments upon + the various implements which he had purchased from the National Machine + Company. It was not until after the money had been drawn and actually paid + that Mr. Martin came fully to realise the extraordinary nature of his act. + </p> + <p> + “That there feller,” he said, looking from the receipt in his hand to the + store door through which the form of Mr. Sleighter had just vanished, + “that there feller, he's too swift fer me. He ain't got any innards to + speak of; he'd steal the pants off a dog, he would.” + </p> + <p> + The application of these same galvanically vigorous methods to Mr. + Gwynne's debtors produced surprising results. Mr. Sleighter made the + astounding discovery that Mr. Gwynne's business instead of being bankrupt + would produce not only one hundred cents on the dollar, but a slight + profit as well. This discovery annoyed Mr. Sleighter. He hated to confess + a mistake in business judgment, and he frankly confessed he “hated to see + good money roll past him.” Hence with something of a grudge he prepared to + hand over to Mr. Gwynne some twelve hundred and fifty dollars of salvage + money. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he will be selling out his farm,” said Mr. Sleighter in + conversation with Mr. Martin. “What's land worth about here?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, somewhere about a hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “A hundred dollars an acre!” exclaimed Mr. Sleighter. “Don't try to put + anything over on me. Personally I admire your generous, kindly nature, but + as a financial adviser you don't shine. I guess I won't bother about that + farm anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter's question awakened earnest thought in Mr. Martin, and the + next morning he approached Mr. Gwynne with a proposition to purchase his + farm with its attached buildings. Mr. Martin made it clear that he was + chiefly anxious to do a neighbourly turn. + </p> + <p> + “The house and the stable ain't worth much,” he said, “but the farm bein' + handy to my property, I own up is worth more to me than to other folks, + perhaps. So bein' old neighbours, I am willin' to give four thousand + dollars, half cash down, for the hull business.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely that is a low figure,” said Mr. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Low figure!” exclaimed Mr. Martin. “All right, I ain't pressin' it on + you; but if you could get any one in this neighbourhood to offer four + thousand dollars for your farm, I will give you five hundred extra. But,” + he continued, “I ain't pressin' you. Don't much matter to me.” + </p> + <p> + The offer came at a psychologically critical moment, when Mr. Gwynne was + desperately seeking escape from an intolerable environment. + </p> + <p> + “I shall consult Mrs. Gwynne,” he said, “and let you know in a few days.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't know as I can wait that long,” said Mr. Martin. “I made the offer + to oblige you, and besides I got a chance at the Monroe fifty.” + </p> + <p> + “Call to-morrow night,” said Mr. Gwynne, and carried the proposal home to + his wife. + </p> + <p> + The suggestion to break up her home to a woman of Mrs. Gwynne's type is + almost shattering. In the big world full of nameless terrors the one spot + offering shelter and safety for herself and her family was her home. But + after all, her husband was her great concern, and she could see he was + eager for the change. She made up her mind to the sacrifice and decided + that she would break up the home in Mapleton and with her husband try + again their fortune. + </p> + <p> + “But four thousand dollars,” she said, “is surely a small price.” + </p> + <p> + “Small? I know it is small, but Martin knows I am in a corner. He is a + highway robber.” + </p> + <p> + It was a bitter experience for him to be forced to confess himself a + business failure, and with this bitterness there mingled a feeling of + hostility toward all successful business men. To him it seemed that in + order to win success in business a man must become, like Mr. Martin, a + highway robber. In this mood of bitterness and hostility toward successful + men, Mr. Sleighter found him the next day. + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't find you at the store,” said that gentleman, walking in with his + hat on his head. “I wanted to get this business straightened up, so I just + came in. Won't take more than five minutes. I guess you won't mind taking + a little check from me. Your business turned out better than that fool of + an assignee thought. Don't hurt me any, of course. I got all that was + comin' to me out of it, but here's this check. Perhaps you'll sign the + receipt. I guess they been puttin' it over you all right. You're a little + too soft with 'em.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gwynne was an even-tempered man, but Mr. Sleighter's patronising + manner and his criticism of his business ability wrought in him a rage + that he could with difficulty control. He remembered he was in his own + house, however, and that the man before him was a stranger. While he was + searching for pen and ink the door opened and his wife entered the room. + Mr. Sleighter, with his hat still upon his head, was intently gazing out + of the window, easily rocking on the two hind legs of the chair. The door + opened behind him. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said Mr. Gwynne, “will you excuse me? I am engaged.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't know any one was here. I merely wanted—” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter glanced over his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Sleighter,” said Mr. Gwynne. “My wife.” + </p> + <p> + It was not his tone, however, that brought Mr. Sleighter hurriedly to his + feet with his hat in his hand. It was something in the bearing of the + little lady standing behind him. + </p> + <p> + “Pleased to meet you, ma'am. I hope you are well,” he said, bowing + elaborately before her. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you very much, I am quite well. I have heard a great deal about + you, Mr. Sleighter. I am glad to meet you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter held her hand a moment while her eyes rested quietly and + kindly, if searchingly, upon his face. This was the man who had profited + by her husband's loss. Was he too a highway robber? Mr. Sleighter somehow + felt as if his soul were being exposed to a searchlight. It made him + uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + “It's a fine day, ma'am,” he remarked, seeking cover for his soul in + conversation. “A little warm for the time,” he continued, wiping his + forehead with a highly coloured silk handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + “Won't you sit down, Mr. Sleighter? Do you find it warm? I thought there + was quite a chilly wind to-day. But then you are more accustomed to the + wind than I.” + </p> + <p> + The searching eyes were holding him steadily, but the face was kindly and + full of genuine interest. + </p> + <p> + “I guess so,” he said with a little laugh. He would have scorned to + acknowledge that his laugh was nervous and thin. “I come from the windy + side of the earth.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am from out West—Alberta. We have got all the winds there is + and the Chinook besides for a change.” + </p> + <p> + “Alberta? The Chinook?” The eyes became less searching. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's the wind that comes down from the mountains and licks up the + snow at ten miles an hour.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “It was an Alberta man, you know, who invented a rig with runners in front + and wheels behind.” The lady was bewildered. “To catch up with the + Chinook, you see. One of my kid's jokes. Not much of a joke I guess, but + he's always ringin' 'em in.” + </p> + <p> + “You have a son, Mr. Sleighter? He's in Alberta now?” + </p> + <p> + “No, the missis and the kids, three of them, are in Winnipeg. She got + tired of it out there; she was always wantin' the city, so I gave in.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear it's a beautiful country out there.” + </p> + <p> + “Now you're talkin', ma'am.” She had touched Mr. Sleighter's favourite + theme. Indeed, the absorbing passion of his life, next to the picking up + of good salvage bargains, was his home in the Foothill country of the + West. + </p> + <p> + While he was engaged in an enthusiastic description of the glories of that + wonderland the children came in and were presented. Mr. Gwynne handed his + visitor his receipt and stood suggestively awaiting his departure. But Mr. + Sleighter was fairly started on his subject and was not to be denied. The + little girls drew shyly near him with eyes aglow while Mr. Sleighter's + words roiled forth like a mountain flood. Eloquently he described the + beauty of the rolling lands, the splendour of the mountains, the richness + of the soil, the health-giving qualities of the climate, the warm-hearted + hospitality of the settlers. + </p> + <p> + “None of your pin-head two-by-four shysters that you see here in the + East,” exclaimed Mr. Sleighter. “I mean some folks, of course,” he + explained in some confusion. + </p> + <p> + “And the children, did they like it?” inquired Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “You bet they did. Why, they was all over the hull prairie, all day and + all night, too, mostly—on ponies you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Ponies!” exclaimed Larry. “Did they have ponies? Could they ride? How big + are they?” + </p> + <p> + “How big? Blamed if I know. Let's see. There's Tom. He's just about a man, + or thinks he is. He's sixteen or seventeen. Just now he's in the high + school at Winnipeg. He don't like it though.” Here a shadow fell on Mr. + Sleighter's face. “And the girls—there's Hazel, she's fifteen, and + Ethel Mary, she's eleven or somewhere thereabouts. I never can keep track + of them. They keep againin' on me all the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “It is hard to realise that they are growing up + and will soon be away from us.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” said Mr. Sleighter. + </p> + <p> + “And the schools,” continued Mrs. Gwynne, “are there good schools?” + </p> + <p> + “Schools?” exclaimed Mr. Sleighter. “There's a real good school not more + than a couple of miles away.” + </p> + <p> + “Two miles,” exclaimed the mother aghast. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's nothin'. They ride, of course. But we ain't got much of a + master now. He's rather—you know.” Mr. Sleighter significantly + tipped up with his little finger and winked toward Mr. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “But you love that country,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I love it and I hated to leave it. But the missis never liked it. + She was city born and bred. She wanted the lights, I guess, and the shows. + I don't blame her, though,” he continued rapidly. “It's kind of lonely for + women, you know. They've got to have amusements and things. But it's God's + own country, believe me, and I would go back to-morrow, if I could.” + </p> + <p> + “You still own your ranch?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; can't sell easily. You see there's not much broke on it—only a + hundred acres or so.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, how big is the ranch?” + </p> + <p> + “Five hundred acres and a wood lot. I did not farm much, though—mostly + cattle and horses. I was away a good deal on the trail.” + </p> + <p> + “The trail?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, buying cattle and selling again. That was the worst of it. I am not + much of a farmer, though farming's all right there, and I was away almost + all of the time. I guess that made it pretty hard for the missis and the + kids.” + </p> + <p> + At this point the Widow Martin came in to lay the table for tea. Mr. + Sleighter took the hint and rose to go. + </p> + <p> + “You will do us the pleasure of staying for tea, Mr. Sleighter?” said Mrs. + Gwynne earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do,” said the youngest little girl, Nora, whose snapping black eyes + gleamed with eager desire to hear more of the wonderful western land. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, do, and tell us more,” said the boy. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will be able to stay,” continued Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter glanced at her husband. “Why, certainly,” said Mr. Gwynne, + “we would be glad to have you.” + </p> + <p> + Still Mr. Sleighter hesitated. “Say, I don't know what's come over me. I + feel as if I had been on the stump,” he said in an embarrassed voice. “I + ain't talked to a soul about that country since I left. I guess I got + pretty full, and when you pulled the cork, out she come.” + </p> + <p> + During the tea hour Mrs. Gwynne tried to draw her visitor out to talk + about his family, but here she failed. Indeed a restraint appeared to fall + upon him that nothing could dispel. Immediately after tea Mrs. Gwynne + placed the Bible and Book of Prayers on the table, saying, “We follow the + custom of reading prayers every evening after tea, Mr. Sleighter. We shall + be glad to have you join us.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing, ma'am,” said Mr. Sleighter, pushing back his chair and + beginning to rock on its hind legs, picking his teeth with his pen knife, + to the staring horror of the little girls. + </p> + <p> + The reading was from the Scripture to which throughout the centuries the + Christian Church has gone for authority and guidance in the exercise of + charity and in the performance of social service, the story of the + Samaritan gentleman to whom the unhappy traveller whose misfortune it was + to be sorely mishandled by thieves owed his rescue and his life. + </p> + <p> + Throughout the reading Mr. Sleighter paid the strictest attention and + joined in the prayers with every sign of reverence. At the close he stood + awkwardly shifting from one foot to another. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll be goin',” he said. “Don't know how you roped me in for this + here visit, ma'am. I ain't et in any one's house since I left home, and I + ain't heard any family prayers since my old dad had 'em—a regular + old Methodist exhorter he was. He used to pray until all was blue, though + most times, specially at night, I used to fall asleep. He was great on + religion.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't suppose he was any the worse for that,” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Not a mite, not a mite, ma'am. A little strict, but straight as a string, + ma'am. No one could say anythin' against Hiram Sleighter—H. P. + Sleighter. I was named for him. He used to pray to beat creation, and then + some, but he was a straight man all right. And to-night your kids and your + family prayers made me think of them old days. Well, good-night and thank + you for the good time you gave me. Best I've had in a dog's age.” + </p> + <p> + “You will come again, Mr. Sleighter,” said Mrs. Gwynne, giving him her + hand. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and tell us more about that new country,” added her son. “My, I'd + like to go out there!” + </p> + <p> + “It's a wonderful country all right and you might do a hull lot worse.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + WESTWARD HO! + </h3> + <p> + Mr. Gwynne accompanied Mr. Sleighter to the door. “Will you walk down to + the store?” said Mr. Sleighter. + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Mr. Gwynne, setting off with him. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter evidently had something on his mind. The usual fountain of + his speech seemed to be dried up. As they drew near to the store, he + seized Mr. Gwynne by the arm, arrested him, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Say, Mr. Gwynne, you ain't got any right to be in business. You ain't got + the parts, and that Machine Company and the rest of 'em put it all over + you.” + </p> + <p> + “We needn't go into that now, I suppose,” said Mr. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “No, I guess I am buttin' in—a thing I don't often do—but I am + off my stride to-night anyway, and I am doin' what I never did in all my + life before. I guess it was them kids of yours and your missis. I know it + ain't my business, but what are you goin' to do with yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know yet,” replied Mr. Gwynne, declining to be confidential. + </p> + <p> + “Not goin' into business, I hope. You ain't got the parts. Some people + ain't got 'em, and you ain't. Goin' to farm?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not. The fact is I'm about selling my farm.” + </p> + <p> + “Selling it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I had an offer to-day which I am thinking of accepting.” + </p> + <p> + “An offer, eh, from a feller named Martin, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “How did you know?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. I just figgered. Offered you about a hundred dollars, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I wish he had. It's worth a hundred with the house and buildings—they + are good buildings.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, I don't like to butt in on any man's business, but is the price a + secret?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no; he offers four thousand, half cash.” + </p> + <p> + “And how much for the buildings?” + </p> + <p> + “Four thousand for everything, it's not enough but there are not many + buyers in this neighbourhood.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, there's nothing rash about that feller. When do you close?” + </p> + <p> + “Must close to-morrow night. He has a chance of another place.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he has, eh? Big rush on, eh? Well, don't you close until I see you + some time to-morrow, partner.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter scented another salvage deal, his keen eyes gleamed a bit, + the firm lips were pressed a little more closely together. + </p> + <p> + “And say,” he said, turning back, “I don't wonder you can't do business. I + couldn't do anything myself with a missis like yours. I couldn't get any + smooth work over with her lookin' at me like that, durned if I could. + Well, good-night; see you to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter spent the early hours of the following day among the farmers + with whom his salvage deal had brought him into contact. The wrecker's + instinct was strong in him, and besides he regarded with abhorrence the + tactics of Mr. Martin and welcomed an opportunity to beat that gentleman + at his own game. He could easily outbid the Martin offer and still buy the + farm at a low price. As a result of his inquiries he had made up his mind + that the land was worth at the very least eighty dollars an acre and the + buildings at least two thousand more. Five thousand would be a + ridiculously low figure and six thousand not extravagantly high for both + buildings and farm. The farm with the store and machine business attached + might offer a fair opening to his son, who was already weary of school and + anxious to engage in business for himself. + </p> + <p> + “Guess I'll take a whirl out of the old boy,” he said to himself. “He's a + durn fool anyway and if I don't get his money some one else will.” + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon he made his way to the store. “Boss ain't in?” he + inquired of the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “No, he's at the house, I guess.” + </p> + <p> + “Back soon?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't know. Guess he's busy over there.” + </p> + <p> + “Seen Mr. Martin around?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he was here a while ago. Said he would be in again later.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter greatly disliked the idea of doing business with Mr. Gwynne + at his own house. “Can't do no business with his missis and kids around,” + he said to himself. “Can't get no action with that woman lookin' on + seemingly. But that there old Martin geyser is on the job and he might + close things up. I guess I will wander over.” + </p> + <p> + To his great relief he found Mr. Gwynne alone and without preliminaries, + and with the design of getting “quick action” before the disturbing + element of Mrs. Gwynne's presence should be introduced, he made his offer. + He explained his purpose in purchasing, and with something of a flourish + offered five thousand for “the hull plant, lock, stock and barrel,” cash + down if specially desired, but he would prefer to pay half in six months. + He must have his answer immediately; was not anxious to buy, but if Mr. + Gwynne wanted to close up, he only had to say so. He was not going to + monkey with the thing. + </p> + <p> + “You have made me a much better offer than the one I received from Mr. + Martin, and I am inclined to accept it, but inasmuch as I have promised to + give him an answer to-day, I feel that it's due to him that I should meet + him with the bargain still unclosed.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” enquired Mr. Sleighter in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see I asked him to hold the offer open until this afternoon. I + feel I ought to go to him with the matter still open.” + </p> + <p> + “Want to screw him up, eh?” said Mr. Sleighter, his lips drawing close + together. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” Mr. Gwynne's voice had a little ring in it. “I consider it + fairer to Mr. Martin.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't see as how he has much claim on you,” replied Mr. Sleighter. “But + that's your own business. Say, there he comes now. Look here, my offer is + open until six o'clock. After that it's a new deal. Take it or leave it. I + will be at your store.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Mr. Gwynne stiffly. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter was distinctly annoyed and disappointed. A few minutes' + longer pressure, he was convinced, would have practically closed a deal + which would have netted him a considerable profit. “Durn old fool,” he + muttered to himself as he passed out of the room. + </p> + <p> + In the hallway Mrs. Gwynne's kindly welcome halted him. She greeted him as + she would a friend. Would he not sit down for a few moments. No, he was + busy. Mr. Sleighter was quite determined to get away from her presence. + </p> + <p> + “The children were delighted with your description of your western home,” + she said. “The free life, the beautiful hills, the mountains in the + distance—it must indeed be a lovely country.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter was taken off his guard. “Yes, ma'am, that's lovely country + all right. They'd like it fine out there, and healthy too. It would make a + man of that little kid of yours. He looks a little on the weak side to me. + A few months in the open and you wouldn't know him. The girls too—” + </p> + <p> + “Come in here and sit down, won't you, Mr. Sleighter?” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter reluctantly passed into the room and sat down. He knew he + was taking a risk. However, his offer was already made and the deal he + believed would be closed in the store by six o'clock. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the land is all taken up out there?” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, mostly, unless away back. Folks are comin' in all the time, but + there's still lots of cheap land around.” + </p> + <p> + “Cheap land, is there?” inquired Mrs. Gwynne with a certain eagerness in + her voice. “Indeed I should have thought that that beautiful land would be + very dear.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, bless your heart, no. I know good land going for six—seven—eight—ten + dollars an acre. Ten dollars is high for good farm lands; for cattle runs + four dollars is good. No, there's lots of good land lying around out of + doors there. If these people around here could get their heads up long + enough from grubbing in the muck they wouldn't stay here over night. + They'd be hittin' the trail for the west, you bet.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne turned her honest eyes upon him. “Mr. Sleighter, I want to ask + your advice. I feel I can rely upon you [“Durn it all, she's gettin' her + work in all right,” thought Mr. Sleighter to himself], and I am getting + quite anxious in the matter. You see, my husband is determined to leave + this place. He wishes to try something else. Indeed, he must try something + else. We must make a living, Mr. Sleighter.” Mrs. Gwynne's voice became + hurried and anxious. “We were delighted last night by your description of + that wonderful country in the West, and the children especially. I have + been wondering if we might venture to try a small farm in that country—quite + a small farm. We have a little money to invest. I thought I might be bold + enough to ask you. I know your judgment would be good and I felt somehow + that we could trust you. I hope I am not taking a liberty, but somehow I + feel that you are not a stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “No, ma'am, certainly not,” said Mr. Sleighter in a loud voice, his hope + of securing “quick action on that deal” growing dim. + </p> + <p> + “Do you happen to know any farm—a small farm—which we might be + able to buy? We hope to receive four thousand dollars for this place. I + feel that it is worth a good deal more, but there are not many buyers + about here. Then, of course, perhaps we value our place too highly. Then + by your kind help we have got something out of the business—twelve + hundred and fifty dollars I think Mr. Gwynne said. We are most grateful to + you for that, Mr. Sleighter.” Her eyes beamed on him in a most + disconcerting way. “And so after our obligations here are met we might + have about forty-five hundred dollars clear. Could we do anything with + that?” + </p> + <p> + “I donno, I donno,” said Mr. Sleighter quickly and rising from his chair, + “I will think it over. I have got to go now.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Mr. Gwynne came into the room. “Oh, I am glad you are not + gone, Mr. Sleighter. I have just told Mr. Martin that I cannot accept his + offer.” + </p> + <p> + “Cannot accept, Michael!” said Mrs. Gwynne, dismay in her voice and in her + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I believe you said your offer was good until six, Mr. Sleighter?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I say, Gwynne, let's get out, let's get over to the store. It's kind + of hot here, and I've got to go. Come on over and we'll clean up.” Without + a farewell word to either of them Mr. Sleighter passed rapidly from the + room. + </p> + <p> + “I do hope there's nothing wrong, Michael,” said his wife. “I fear I have + made a mistake. I spoke to Mr. Sleighter about the possibility of getting + a small farm in the West. You were so eager about it, Michael dear, and I + spoke to Mr. Sleighter about it. I hope there is nothing wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't worry, mother. I have his offer for five thousand dollars. Of + course he is rather peculiar, I confess, but I believe—” The door + opened abruptly upon them, admitting Mr. Sleighter. + </p> + <p> + “See here, Mr. Gwynne, I can't do no business with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you made me an offer for my farm,” said Mr. Gwynne indignantly, “and + I have just refused an offer from Mr. Martin on account of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we'll cut that all out,” said Mr. Sleighter, whose voice and manner + indicated strong excitement. “Now don't talk. Listen to me, my son. You + ain't got any right to be playing around with business men anyhow. Now I + am going to do a little business for you, if you will allow me, ma'am. I + take it you want to get away from here.” Mr. Gwynne nodded, gazing at him + in astonishment. “You want to go West.” Again Mr. Gwynne nodded. “Well, + there's only one spot in the West—Alberta. You want a farm.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mr. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, certainly,” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “There's just one farm that will suit you, an' that's Lakeside Farm, Wolf + Willow, Alberta, owned by H. P. Sleighter, Esq., who's going to stump you + to a trade. Five hundred acres, one hundred broke an' a timber lot; a + granary; stables and corral, no good; house, fair to middlin'. Two hundred + an' fifty acres worth ten dollars at least, best out of doors; cattle run, + two hundred acres worth five; swamp and sleugh, fifty acres, only good to + look at but mighty pretty in the mornin' at sun-up. Not much money in + scenery though. Building worth between two and three thousand. Your plant + here is worth about six thousand. I know I offered you five thousand, but + I was buyin' then and now I am buyin' and sellin'. Anyway, I guess it's + about even, an' we'll save you a lot of trouble an' time an' money. An' + so, if you really want a western farm, you might just as well have mine. I + did not think to sell. Of course I knew I must sell in the long run, but + couldn't just see my place in anybody else's hands. Somehow it seems + different though to see you folks on it. You seem to fit. Anyway, there's + the offer. What do you say?” + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, Mr. Sleighter,” said Mr. Gwynne. “This is a rather surprising + proposition.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne's eyes grew soft. “Michael, I think it is wonderful.” + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Gwynne would not look at his wife. “Let me see, Mr. Sleighter, + your farm, you say, with buildings, is worth about six thousand to + sixty-five hundred. Mine is worth from fifty-five hundred to six thousand. + I will take your offer and pay the difference.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come off your perch,” said Mr. Sleighter. “You're doin' the + highfalutin' Vere de Vere act now. Listen to me. The deal is as level as I + can figger it. Your farm and store with the machine business suit me all + right. I feel I can place my boy right here for a while anyway. My farm, I + believe, would suit you better than anythin' else you can get. There's my + offer. Take it or leave it.” + </p> + <p> + “I think we will take it, Mr. Sleighter,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “Michael dear, + I feel Mr. Sleighter is right, and besides I know he is doing us a great + kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “Kindness, ma'am, not at all. Business is business, and that's all there + is to it. Well, I'll be goin'. Think it over, get the papers fixed up by + to-morrow. No, don't thank me. Good-bye.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne followed him to the door, her face flushed, her eyes aglow, a + smile hovering uncertainly about her lips. “Mr. Sleighter,” she said, “the + Lord sent you to us because He knew we were in need of guiding.” + </p> + <p> + “Ho, ho!” laughed Mr. Sleighter. “Like that Samaritan chap in the reading, + eh? I guess you had got among thieves all right, more of 'em perhaps than + you recognised too.” + </p> + <p> + “He sent you to us,” repeated Mrs. Gwynne, offering him her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I donno but that He steered me to you. But all the same I guess the + advantage is to me all right.” Mr. Sleighter looked hard down the street, + then turned and faced her squarely. “I want to say that it's done me a + pile of good to have seen you, ma'am. It's made things look different.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a good man, Mr. Sleighter,” she said, looking at him with misty + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “A good man!” Mr. Sleighter was seized with a cough. “A good man! Good + Lord, ma'am! nobody never found it out but you—durn that cough + anyway.” And still troubled by his cough, Mr. Sleighter hurried down the + path to the gate and out on to the road. + </p> + <p> + Once resolved to break up their home in Eastern Canada, the Gwynnes lost + no time in completing their arrangements for the transportation of + themselves and their household gods and such of their household goods as + Mr. Sleighter advised, to the new western country. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sleighter appeared to regard the migration of the Gwynne family to the + western country as an enterprise in which he had made an investment from + which he was bound to secure the greatest possible return. The principle + of exchange which had been the basis of the deal as far as the farms were + concerned was made to apply as far as possible to farm implements and + equipment, household goods and chattels. + </p> + <p> + “What's the use of your packin' a hull bunch of stuff West an' my packin' + a hull bunch of stuff East. We'll just tote up the stock an' stuff we have + got and make a deal on it. I know all my stuff an' yours is here. We'll + make a trade.” + </p> + <p> + To this Mr. Gwynne gladly agreed. The arrangement would save trouble and + useless expenditure. Hence the car was packed with such goods as Mr. + Sleighter considered especially useful in the new home, and with such + household furniture as the new home lacked and such articles as were + precious from family or personal associations. + </p> + <p> + “What about the pictures and curtains?” inquired Mr. Gwynne. “We don't + need them.” + </p> + <p> + “Take 'em all,” said Mr. Sleighter. “Pictures are like folks. They got + faces an' looks. And curtains—my missis got hers all packed. + Curtains are like clothes—they only fit them that owns them.” + </p> + <p> + “And the piano?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing. Say, a piano in that country is like the village pump—the + hull country gets about it. Take things to eat an' things to wear an' + things to make the shack look pretty an' interestin' and comfortable. They + don't take much room and they take the bareness off. That's what kills the + women folk in the West, the bareness inside and outside. Nothin' but + chairs, table an' stove inside; nothin' but grass an' sand outside. That's + what makes 'em go crazy.” + </p> + <p> + So the car was filled with things to eat and to wear, and things “to take + the bareness off.” Somewhere in the car was found a place for Rosie, the + cow, a remarkable milker and “worth her weight in butter,” as Mr. + Sleighter said, and for Rover, Larry's collie dog, who stood to him as + comrade almost as a brother. A place in the car too was found for Joe + Gagneau who from the first moment of the announced departure had expressed + his determination to accompany Larry no matter at what cost or against + whose opposition. + </p> + <p> + “A'm goin' be in dat car' me, by gar!” was his ultimatum, and the various + authorities interested recognised the inevitable and accepted it, to the + great delight of both boys. Joe had a mouth organ and so had Larry, and + they were both in the same key. Joe too had an old fiddle of his father's + on which he could scrape with joy to himself, and with more or less agony + to others, the dance tunes of local celebrity, the “Red River Jig,” picked + up from his father, “Money Musk” and “The Deil Amang the Tailors,” the two + latter from Dan Monroe at the country dances. + </p> + <p> + In due time the car, packed with the Gwynne household goods and treasures + and in charge of the two superlatively happy boys, with Rosie and Rover to + aid in providing them with sustenance and protection, set forth, Westward + Ho! Mr. Gwynne rode in the caboose of the train to which his car was + attached. Mrs. Gwynne and the girls were to follow by passenger train and + would doubtless be found awaiting them on their arrival at Winnipeg. + </p> + <p> + The journey westward was to the boys full of interest and adventure. At + Toronto they picked up a stowaway, who, taking advantage of their absence, + boarded the car and made himself a bed behind some bales of hay. Upon + discovery by Rover, he made so piteous an appeal for refuge from some + pursuing terror which he declined to specify, that the boys agreed to + conceal him a night and a day till they were well on their way along the + north shore of Lake Superior. When Larry's conscience made further + concealment a burden greater than could be borne, Mr. Gwynne was taken + into the boys' confidence and, after protest, agreed to make arrangement + with the railroad authorities whereby Sam—for that was the + stowaway's name—might retain his place in the car. + </p> + <p> + He was a poor, wretched creature, reminding Larry of the scarecrow which + he had put up in their garden the summer before. He was thin beyond + anything the boys had ever seen. His face was worn and old and came to a + peak at the nose, which gave him the appearance of a monster rat, a + resemblance emphasised by the little blinking, red-rimmed eyes. His hair + was closely cropped and of brilliant carrotty colour. + </p> + <p> + But he had seen life in a great city and had gathered a store of worldly + wisdom, not all of which was for his good, and a repertoire of + accomplishments that won him admiration and wonder from the simple country + boys. He had all the new ragtime songs and dances, which he rendered to + his own accompaniment on an old battered banjo. He was a contortionist of + quite unusual cleverness, while his fund of stories never ran dry + throughout the seven days' journey to Winnipeg. He set himself with the + greatest assiduity to impart his accomplishments to the boys, and by the + time the party had reached the end of the first stage in their westward + journey, Sam had the satisfaction of observing that his pupils had made + very satisfactory progress, both with the clog dancing and with the + ragtime songs. Besides this, he had made for himself an assured place in + their affection, and even Mr. Gwynne had come to feel such an interest in + the bit of human driftwood flung up against him, that he decided to offer + the waif a chance to try his fortune in the West. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + JANE BROWN + </h3> + <p> + Mr. Brown was a busy man, but he never failed to be in his place at the + foot of the table every day punctually at half past twelve, solely because + at that hour his little daughter, Jane, would show her grave and earnest + and dark brown, almost swarthy, face at the head. Eight years ago another + face used to appear there, also grave, earnest, but very fair and very + lovely to look upon, to the doctor the fairest of all faces on the earth. + The little, plain, swarthy-faced child the next day after that lovely face + had been forever shut away from the doctor's eyes was placed in her high + chair at the head of the table, at first only at the lunch hour, but later + at all meal times before the doctor to look at. And it was an + ever-recurring joy to the lonely man to discover in the little grave face + before him fleeting glimpses of the other face so tenderly loved and so + long vanished. These glimpses were to be discovered now in the deep blue + eyes, deep in colour and in setting, now in the smile that lit up the + dark, irregular features like the sudden break of sunlight upon the rough + landscape, transforming it into loveliness, now in the knitting of the + heavy eyebrows, and in the firm pressing of the lips in moments of puzzled + thought. In all the moods and tenses of the little maid the doctor looked + for and found reminiscences of her mother. + </p> + <p> + Through those eight lonely years the little girl had divided with his + profession the doctor's days. Every morning after breakfast he stood to + watch the trim, sturdy, round little figure dance down the steps, step + primly down the walk, turn at the gate to throw a kiss, and then march + away along the street to the corner where another kiss would greet him + before the final vanishing. Every day they met at noon to exchange on + equal terms the experiences of the morning. Every night they closed the + day with dinner and family prayers, the little girl gravely taking her + part in the reading during the last year from her mother's Bible. And so + it came that with the years their friendship grew in depth, in frankness + and in tenderness. The doctor was widely read beyond the literature of his + profession, and every day for a half hour it was his custom to share with + the little girl the treasures of his library. The little maid repaid him + with a passionate love and a quaint mothering care tender and infinitely + comforting to the lonely man. + </p> + <p> + The forenoon had been hot and trying, and Dr. Brown, having been detained + in his office beyond his regular hour, had been more than usually hurried + in his round of morning calls, and hence was more than ordinarily tired + with his morning's work. At his door the little girl met him. + </p> + <p> + “Come in, Papa, I know you're hot,” she said, love and reproach in her + face, “because I was hot myself, and you will need a nice, cool drink. I + had one and yours is in here.” She led him into the study, hovering about + him with little touches and pushes. “You ought not to have taken so long a + round this morning,” she said with gentle severity. “I know you went out + to St. James to see Mrs. Kale, and you know quite well she doesn't need + you. It would do in the afternoon. And it was awful hot in school.” + </p> + <p> + “Awful?” said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Well, very exceedingly then—and the kids were very tired and Miss + Mutton was as cross as anything.” + </p> + <p> + “It was no wonder. How many kids were there for her to watch?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Papa, you said 'kids!'” + </p> + <p> + “I was just quoting my young daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “And she said we were to get out this afternoon an hour earlier,” + continued Jane, ignoring his criticism, “and so I am going to take my + bicycle and go with Nora and the girls down to the freight sheds.” + </p> + <p> + “The freight sheds?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Larry and Joe have come in, and Rover and Rosie—she's the cow, + and they milked her every day twice and drank the milk and they used to + have their meals together in the car.” + </p> + <p> + “Rosie, too? Very interesting indeed.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Papa, you must not laugh at me. It is very interesting. They all + came for days and days together in the car from somewhere down East, + Ontario, I think. And Mr. Gwynne says they are just like a circus. And + they play instiments and dance.” + </p> + <p> + “What, Rosie too? How clever of her!” + </p> + <p> + The child's laugh rang out joyously. “Oh, Papa, that's awfully funny. And + we're going down on our wheels. Nora can ride now, you know, and she's + going to take Ethel May's wheel. It's awfully hard to ride, but Nora's as + strong as Kathleen.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said her father, greatly interested in this exciting but + somewhat confused tale. “Just wait until I wash my hands and then you + shall tell me what it all means. Thank you for this deliciously cool + lemonade. It is very refreshing. You will tell me all about it at lunch.” + </p> + <p> + The lunch hour was devoted first of all to disentangling from the mass the + individual members of the car party, which after an adventurous journey + across half a continent had apparently made camp at the Winnipeg freight + sheds. Then followed the elucidation of the details of the plan by which + this camp was to be attacked and raided during the afternoon. + </p> + <p> + “Now that I have a fairly clear conception of whom Larry, Joe, Sam, Rosie + and Rover are—I think I have them right—” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly, Papa.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to find out just who are to form the advance party, the scouting + party.” + </p> + <p> + “The scouting party? I don't know what you mean. But Nora—you know + Nora?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, the little black-eyed Irish Terrier—terror, I mean.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Papa, she's just lovely and she's my friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she, dear, then I apologise, but indeed I meant nothing derogatory to + her. I greatly like her, she is so spunky.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there's Nora, and Kathleen, Nora's sister.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Kathleen, the tall beautiful girl with the wonderful hair?” + </p> + <p> + The little girl sighed. “Oh, such lovely long yellow hair.” The little + maid's hair was none of these. “And she is not a bit proud—just + nice, you know—just as if she were not so lovely, but like—only + like me.” + </p> + <p> + “Like you, indeed!” exclaimed the doctor indignantly. “Like my little + girl? I don't see any one quite like my little girl. There is not one of + them with all their yellow hair and things that is to be compared with my + own little girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Papa. I know you think so, and I wish it was so. And I am awfully + glad you think so, but of course you are prejuist, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Prejudiced? Not a bit, not a bit.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's Kathleen and Nora, and—and perhaps Hazel—you + know Hazel, Papa, Hazel Sleighter?” + </p> + <p> + “The western girl—not at all wild and woolly though. A very modern + and very advanced young lady, isn't she?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I don't know what you mean, Papa. She says she may go down, but I + don't think she likes going with a lot of kids. You know she has her hair + up. She has to have it up in the store. She says the man would not have + her behind the counter if she had not her hair up.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's it. I thought perhaps the maturity of her age made it + necessary.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what maturevy means, but she is awfully old. She is going on + sixteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, as old as that?” inquired her father. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but she said she wanted to see that circus car. That's what she + calls Mr. Gwynne's car. And she says she wants to see the elephunts + perform. There are not any elephunts. There's only Rosie and Rover. But + she may get off. She can get off if she can fool her boss, she says. So + we're all going down and we may bring Larry home with us, Mrs. Sleighter + says. Though Mrs. Gwynne says there's not any room, they're so filled up + now. And I said Larry could come here and Joe, too. But I am not so sure + about Sam. I think he must be awfully queer. Mr. Gwynne thinks he's + queer.” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite possible, indeed probable, my dear,” assented her father. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mr. Gwynne said he looked like a third-rate how-do-you-feel + performer.” + </p> + <p> + “A what, exactly?” + </p> + <p> + “A how-do-you-feel performer.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a vaudeville performer.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a fodefeel performer. I don't know what that means, but he must be + queer. But I think Larry would be all right, and Joe. You see, we know + THEM.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do we?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, certainly, Papa. Larry is Nora's brother. He's awfully clever. He's + only fifteen and he passed the Entrance in Ontario and that's ever so much + harder than here. He passed it before he was fourteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Before he was fourteen!” replied her father. “Amazing!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and he plays the mouth organ and the tin whistle and the fiddle, and + Mr. Gwynne says he has learned some stunts from Sam. I think he must be + awfully nice. So I said he could come here. And Mrs. Gwynne thanked me so + nicely, and she's just lovely, Papa.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not seen her,” said her father, “but I have heard her voice, and I + quite agree with you. The voice always tells. Have you noticed that? The + voice gives the keynote of the soul.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know, Papa. There's Mrs. Sleighter's voice. I don't like it very + much, but I think she's nice inside.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you are right, my dear. Perhaps I should have said that a certain + kind of voice always goes with a beautiful soul.” + </p> + <p> + “I know,” replied his daughter. “That's like Mrs. Gwynne's voice. And so + we'll go down to the car and bring Larry home with us, and perhaps his + mother will let him come here. She did not say she would and you can't + tell. She's quiet, you know, but somehow she isn't like Mrs. Sleighter. I + don't think you could coax her to do what she didn't want.” + </p> + <p> + “And Mrs. Sleighter—can you coax Mrs. Sleighter?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, the girls just coax her and coax her, and though she doesn't + want to a bit, she just gives in.” + </p> + <p> + “That's nice of her. That must be very nice for the girls, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I don't know, Papa.” + </p> + <p> + “What? don't you think it is nice to be able to coax people to do what you + want?” + </p> + <p> + “It is nice to get what you want, but I think REALLY, REALLY, you'd rather + you could not coax them to do it just because you coax them.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I see.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you see, you're never really quite sure after you get it whether you + ought to get it after all.” + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said her father; “that rather spoils it.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but you never do that, Papa.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you can't coax me, eh? I am glad to know that. I was afraid, rather.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, of course, I can coax you, Papa, but you usually find some other + way, and then I know it is quite right.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I was quite as sure of that, Jane. But you are going to bring + Larry home with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if Mrs. Gwynne will let him come. I told her we had four rooms and + we were only using two, and they are all crowded up in Mrs. Sleighter's, + two girls in each room, and Tom's room is so tiny, and I don't think Larry + would like to go in Tom's room. And we have two empty rooms, so we might + just as well.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, certainly, we might just as well. You might perhaps mention it to + Anna.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I did, Papa, and she said she would have it all ready.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is all arranged. I was thinking—but never mind.” + </p> + <p> + “I know you were thinking, that I ought to have asked you, Papa; and I + ought to have. But I knew that when a little boy had no home to go to you + would of course—” + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” replied her father hurriedly. “You were quite right, Jane. + And with those two rooms, why not bring them all, Joe and Pete—Pete, + is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Sam, Papa. I am not so sure. I think we should leave Joe and Sam. You see + Joe won't mind staying in the car. Nora says he lives in just a shack at + home, and Sam—I am a little afraid of Sam. We don't know him very + well, you see.” + </p> + <p> + “I see. We are quite safe in your hands, little woman. You can do just as + you and Mrs. Gwynne arrange.” + </p> + <p> + As the father watched the little, trim, sturdy figure stepping down the + street he muttered to himself, “That child grows more like her mother + every day.” He heaved a great sigh from the depths of his heart. “Well, + God keep her, wise little woman that she is! I wish I were a wiser man. I + must be firm with her; it would be a shame to spoil her. Yes, I must be + firm.” But he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at himself. “The worst of + it is, or the best of it is,” he continued, “the little witch is almost + always right, God bless her, just like her mother, just like her mother.” + He hastily wiped his eyes, and went off to his office where Mrs. Dean + awaited him and her little girl with the burned hand. And the mother + wondered at the gentleness of him as he dressed the little girl's wounded + hand. + </p> + <p> + It followed that the scouting party included not only Miss Hazel + Sleighter, but also her big brother Tom, who, being temporarily in the + high school, more perhaps because of his size and the maturity of his + bearing than by virtue of his educational qualifications, was at the + present moment most chiefly concerned in getting into form his baseball + team for the match the following Saturday in which the High School was to + meet All Comers under eighteen. The freight shed being on his way to the + practice ground, Tom deigned to join the party and to take in the circus + car as he passed. The car dwellers were discovered on the open prairie not + far from the freight shed, keeping guard over Rosie, who was stretching + her legs after her railway journey. The boys were tossing a baseball to + each other as Tom pedalled up on his wheel. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, there, here you are,” he shouted to Sam, holding up his hands for + a catch. + </p> + <p> + The ball came with such impact that Tom was distinctly jarred, and dropped + the ball. With all his force he threw the ball back to Sam, who caught it + with the ease of a professional and returned it with such vigour that + again Tom dropped it. + </p> + <p> + “Let's have a knock-up,” he said, hitting a long fly. + </p> + <p> + Sam flew after the ball with amazing swiftness, his scarecrow garments + fluttering and flapping in the air, and caught it with an upward leap that + landed him on his back breathless but triumphant. + </p> + <p> + “Say, you're a crackerjack,” said Tom; “here's another.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Larry was in the hands of his sisters, who had delightedly + kissed him to his shamefaced chagrin, and introduced him to their + new-found friends. + </p> + <p> + “So this is Larry.” said Miss Hazel Sleighter, greeting him with a + dazzling smile. “We have heard a lot about you. I think you must be quite + wonderful. Come here, Tom, and meet your friends.” + </p> + <p> + Poor Larry! In the presence of this radiant creature and of her + well-dressed brother, he felt terribly conscious of the shabbiness of the + second best suit which his mother had thought good enough for the journey + in the car. Tom glanced at the slight, poorly dressed, pale-faced lad who + stood before him with an embarrassed, almost a beseeching look in his + eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Can you play ball?” asked Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Not much,” replied Larry; “not like Sam. Come here, Sam,” he called, + remembering that he had not introduced his friend. Sam shuffled over with + an air of complete nonchalance. + </p> + <p> + “This is Sam,” said Larry. “Sam—I have forgotten your name.” + </p> + <p> + “Nolan,” said Sam shortly. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Hazel Sleighter,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, Miss Hazel,” said Sam, sweeping her an elaborate bow, and + then gazing boldly into her eyes. “I hope you're well. If you're as smart + as you look, I guess you're way up in G.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite well, thank you,” returned Miss Hazel, the angle of her chin + indicating her most haughty air. + </p> + <p> + “Say, young lady, pass up the chilly stuff,” replied Sam with a laugh. “It + don't go with that mighty fine complexion of yours. Say, did you ever see + the leading lady in 'The Spider's Web'? Well, you make me think of her, + and she was a peacherino. Never seen her? No? Well, you ought to see her + some day and think of me.” + </p> + <p> + Hazel turned a disgusted shoulder on Sam's impudent face and engaged Larry + in vivacious conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am off to the ball practice,” said Tom. “Got a match on Saturday—High + School against the world. Guess they would like to have you, Sam, only I + wouldn't care to have you play against us. You don't play baseball, eh?” + continued Tom, addressing Larry. “What do you play—football?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much; never tried much,” said Larry, flushing over his lack of + sporting qualifications. + </p> + <p> + “He plays the fiddle,” said a quiet little voice. + </p> + <p> + Larry, flushing violently, turned around and saw a little, brown-faced + maid gazing thoughtfully at him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he does, eh? Ha, ha, ha. Good game, eh? Ha, ha, ha.” They all joined + in the laugh. + </p> + <p> + “And he plays the mouth organ, too, and does funny stunts,” sturdily + continued the little girl, disdaining Tom's scornful laughter. + </p> + <p> + “Good for you, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and he passed his entrance to the High School a year ago when he was + fourteen, in Ontario, anyway.” This appeared to check Tom's hilarity. + </p> + <p> + “My, what a wonder he is! And did he tell you all this himself?” + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed,” said Jane indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am glad to hear that,” said Tom with a grin. “Won't you come along, + Sam? It's only a little way down.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Sam cheerfully. “So long, folks. See you later, Larry. + Au reservoir, young lady, as the camel said to the elephant when he asked + what he'd have. Hope I see you later if not sooner—ta-ta; + tinga-ling; honk honk.” Again he swept Miss Hazel an elaborate bow. + </p> + <p> + “Thinks he's smart,” said that young lady, lifting her nose. “He's a + regular scarecrow. Who in the world is he and where did he come from?” she + demanded of Larry, who proceeded to account for Sam's presence with their + party. + </p> + <p> + The visitors peered into the car and poked into its recesses, discovered + the food supplies for boy and beast, and inspected the dormitories under + Larry's guidance, while the boy, who had recovered from his embarrassment, + discoursed upon the wonderful experience of the journey. Miss Hazel + flashed her great blue eyes and her white teeth upon him, shook all her + frizzes in his face, smiled at him, chattered to him, jeered at him, + flattered him with all the arts and graces of the practiced flirt she was, + until Larry, swept from his bearings, walked the clouds in a wonder world + of rosy lights and ravishing airs. His face, his eyes, his eager words, + his tremulous lips, were all eloquent of this new passion that possessed + him. + </p> + <p> + As for Miss Hazel, accustomed as she was to the discriminating admiration + of her fellow clerks, the sincerity and abandonment of this devotion was + as incense to her flirtatious soul. Avid of admiration and experienced in + most of the arts and wiles necessary to secure this from contiguous males, + small wonder that the unsophisticated Larry became her easy prey long + before she had brought to bear the full complement of her enginery of war. + </p> + <p> + It was a happy afternoon for the boy, but when informed by his sisters of + his mother's desire that he should return with them, he was resolute in + his refusal, urging many reasons why it was impossible that he should + leave the car and his comrades. There was nothing for it but to leave him + there and report to his mother their failure. + </p> + <p> + “I might have known,” she said. “He would never come to a stranger's house + in his old clothes. I will just bring down his best suit after tea.” + </p> + <p> + The dinner hour at Dr. Brown's was fully occupied with an animated recital + of the adventures of the afternoon. Each member of the car party was + described with an accuracy and fulness of detail that would have surprised + him. + </p> + <p> + “And you know, Papa,” said the little maid, “Tom just laughed at Larry + because he could not play baseball and things, and I just told him that + Larry could play the mouth organ lovely and the fiddle, and they laughed + and laughed. I think they were laughing at me. Tom laughed loudest of all, + and he's not so smart himself, and anyway Larry passed the entrance a year + ago and I just told him so.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, did you,” said her father, “and how did Master Tom take that?” + </p> + <p> + “He didn't laugh quite as much. I don't think I like him very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah?” + </p> + <p> + “But Hazel, she was just lovely to Larry. I think she's nice, Papa, and + such lovely cheeks and hair.” Here Jane sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, has she? She is quite a grown-up young lady, is she not?” + </p> + <p> + “She has her hair up, Papa. She's sixteen, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember you told me that she had reached that mature age.” + </p> + <p> + “And I think Larry liked her, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah? And why do you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “He just looked at her, and looked, and looked.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that seems fairly good evidence.” + </p> + <p> + “And he is coming up here to-night when we bring him his good clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you are to bring him his good clothes, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mrs. Gwynne and I are taking them down in the carriage.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, in the carriage—Mrs. Gwynne—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you know—Oh, here's Nora at the door. Excuse me, Papa. I am + sure it is important.” + </p> + <p> + She ran to the door and in a moment or two returned with a note. “It's for + you, Papa, and I know it's about the carriage.” She watched her father + somewhat anxiously as he read the note. + </p> + <p> + “Umm-um. Very good, very nice and proper. Certainly. Just say to Mrs. + Gwynne that we are very pleased to be able to serve her with the carriage, + and that we hope Larry will do us the honour of coming to us.” + </p> + <p> + Jane nodded delightedly. “I know, Papa. I told her that already. But I'll + tell her this is the answer to the note.” + </p> + <p> + Under Jane's direction and care they made their visit to the car, but on + their return no Larry was with them. He would come after the picnic and + baseball game tomorrow, perhaps, but not to-night. His mother was plainly + disappointed, and indeed a little hurt. She could not understand her son. + It was not his clothes after all as she had thought. She pondered over his + last words spoken as he bade her farewell at the car door, and was even + more mystified. + </p> + <p> + “I'll be glad when we get to our own place again,” he said. “I hate to be + beholden to anybody. We're as good as any of them anyway.” The bitterness + in his tone mystified her still more. + </p> + <p> + It was little Jane who supplied the key to the mystery. “I don't think he + likes Tom very much,” said the little girl. “He likes Hazel, though. But + he might have come to our house; I did not laugh.” And then the mother + thought she understood. + </p> + <p> + That sudden intensity of bitterness in her boy's voice startled her a + little, but deep down in her heart she was conscious of a queer feeling of + satisfaction, almost of pride. “He's just like his father,” she said to + herself. “He likes to be independent.” Strict honesty in thought made her + add, “And like me, too, I fear.” + </p> + <p> + The picnic day was one of those intensely hot June days when the whole + world seems to stand quivering and breathlessly attent while Nature works + out one of her miracles over fields of grain, over prairie flowers, over + umbrageous trees and all things borne upon the bosom of Mother Earth, + checking the succulence of precocious overgrowths, hardening fibre, + turning plant energy away from selfish exuberance in mere stalk building + into the altruistic sacrament of ripening fruit and hardening grain. A + wise old alchemist is Mother Earth, working in time but ever for eternity. + </p> + <p> + The picnickers who went out to the park early in the day were driven for + refuge from the blazing sun to the trees and bushes, where prostrated by + the heat they lay limp and flaccid upon the grass. Miss Hazel Sleighter, + who for some reason which she could not explain to herself had joined the + first contingent of picnickers, was cross, distinctly and obviously cross. + The heat was trying to her nerves, but worse, it made her face red—red + all over. Her pink parasol intensified the glow upon her face. + </p> + <p> + “What a fool I was to come, in this awful heat,” she said to herself. + “They won't be here for hours, and I will be just like a wash-rag.” + </p> + <p> + Nor was Larry enjoying the picnic. The material comforts in the form of + sandwiches, cakes and pies, gloriously culminating in lemonade and ice + cream, while contributing a temporary pleasure, could not obliterate a + sense of misery wrought in him by Miss Hazel's chilly indifference. That + young lady, whose smiles so lavishly bestowed only yesterday had made for + him a new heaven and a new earth, had to-day merely thrown him a passing + glance and a careless “Hello,” as she floated by intent on bigger game. + </p> + <p> + In addition, the boy was conscious of an overpowering lassitude that + increased as the day wore on. His misery and its chief cause had not + escaped the observing eyes of the little maid, Jane Brown, whose clear and + incisive voice was distinctly audible as she confided to her friend Nora + her disappointment in Miss Hazel. + </p> + <p> + “She won't look at him to-day,” she said. “She's just waiting for the boys + to come. She'll be nicer then.” + </p> + <p> + There was no animus in the voice, only surprise and disappointment. To + Larry, however, the fact that the secret tragedy of his soul was thus laid + bare, filled him with a sudden rage. He cast a wrathful eye upon the + little maid. She met his glance with a placid smile, volunteering the + cheerful remark, “They won't be long now.” + </p> + <p> + A fury possessed the boy. “Oh shut your mouth, will you?” he said, glaring + at her. + </p> + <p> + For a moment little Jane looked at him, surprise, dismay, finally pity + succeeding each other in the deep blue eyes. Hastily she glanced about to + see if the others had heard the awful outburst. She was relieved to note + that only Joe and Nora were near enough to hear. She settled herself down + in a position of greater comfort and confided to her friend Nora with an + air of almost maternal solicitude, “I believe he has a pain. I am sure he + has a pain.” + </p> + <p> + Larry sprang to his feet, and without a glance at his anxious tormentor + said, “Come on, Joe, let's go for a hunt in the woods.” + </p> + <p> + Jane looked wistfully after the departing boys. “I wish they would ask us, + Nora. Don't you? I think he is nice when he isn't mad,” she said. To which + Nora firmly assented. + </p> + <p> + A breeze from the west and the arrival of the High School team, + resplendent in their new baseball uniforms, brought to the limp loiterers + under the trees a reviving life and interest in the day's doings. + </p> + <p> + It was due to Jane that Sam got into the game, for when young Frank Smart + was searching for a suitable left fielder to complete the All Comers team, + he spied seated among the boys the little girl. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Jane; in your usual place, I see!” he called out to her as he + passed. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Frank!” she called to him brightly. “Frank! Frank!” she cried, + after the young man had passed, springing up and running after him. + </p> + <p> + “I am in a hurry, Jane; I must get a man for left field.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Frank,” she said, catching his arm, for young Smart was a great + friend of hers and of her father's. “I want to tell you. You see that + funny boy under the tree,” she continued, lowering her voice. “Well, he's + a splendid player. Tom doesn't want him to play, and I don't either, + because I want the High School to beat. But it would not be fair not to + tell you, would it?” + </p> + <p> + Young Smart looked at her curiously. “Say, little girl, you're a sport. + And is he a good player?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he's splendid, but he's queer—I mean he looks queer. He's + awfully funny. But that doesn't matter, does it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a hair, if he can play ball. What's his name?” + </p> + <p> + “Sam—something.” + </p> + <p> + “Sam Something? That is a funny name.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you know, Sam. I don't know his other name.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll try him, Jane,” said young Smart, moving toward the boy and + followed by the eager eyes of the little girl. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Sam,” said Smart, “we want a man for left field. Will you take a + go at it?” + </p> + <p> + “Too hot,” grunted Sam. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you won't find it too hot when you get started. Rip off your coat and + get into the game. You can play, can't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Aw, what yer givin' us. I guess I can give them ginks a few pointers.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, come on.” + </p> + <p> + “Too hot,” said Sam. + </p> + <p> + Jane pulled young Smart by the sleeve. “Tell him you will give him a + jersey,” she said in a low voice. “His shirt is torn.” + </p> + <p> + Again young Smart looked at Jane with scrutinising eyes. “You're a + wonder,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, Sam. You haven't got your sweater with you, but I will get + one for you. Get into the bush there and change.” + </p> + <p> + With apparent reluctance, but with a gleam in his little red eyes, Sam + slouched into the woods to make the change, and in a few moments came + forth and ran to take his position at left field. + </p> + <p> + The baseball match turned out to be a mere setting for the display of the + eccentricities and superior baseball qualities of Sam, which apparently + quite outclassed those of his teammates in the match. After three + disastrous innings, Sam caused himself to be moved first to the position + of short stop, and later to the pitcher's box, to the immense advantage of + his side. But although, owing to the lead obtained by the enemy, his + prowess was unable to ward off defeat from All Comers, yet under his + inspiration and skilful generalship, the team made such a brilliant + recovery of form and came so near victory that Sam was carried from the + field in triumph shoulder high and departed with his new and + enthusiastically grateful comrades to a celebration. + </p> + <p> + Larry, however, was much too miserable and much too unhappy for anything + like a celebration. The boy was oppressed with a feeling of loneliness, + and was conscious chiefly of a desire to reach his car and crawl into his + bed there among the straw. Stumbling blindly along the dusty road; a + cheery voice hailed him. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Larry!” It was Jane seated beside her father in his car. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” he answered faintly and just glanced at her as the car passed. + </p> + <p> + But soon the car pulled up. “Come on, Larry, we'll take you home,” said + Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I'm all right,” said Larry, forcing his lips into his old smile and + resolutely plodding on. + </p> + <p> + “Better come up, my boy,” said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “I don't mind walking, sir,” replied Larry, stubbornly determined to go + his lonely way. + </p> + <p> + “Come here, boy,” said the doctor, regarding him keenly. Larry came over + to the wheel. “Why, boy, what is the matter?” The doctor took hold of his + hand. + </p> + <p> + Larry gripped the wheel hard. He was feeling desperately ill and unsteady + on his legs, but still his lips twisted themselves into a smile. “I'm all + right, sir,” he said; “I've got a headache and it was pretty hot out + there.” + </p> + <p> + But even as he spoke his face grew white and he swayed on his feet. In an + instant the doctor was out of his car. “Get in, lad,” he said briefly, and + Larry, surrendering, climbed into the back seat, fighting fiercely + meanwhile to prevent the tears from showing in his eyes. Keeping up a + brisk and cheerful conversation with Jane in regard to the game, the + doctor drove rapidly toward his home. + </p> + <p> + “You will come in with us, my boy,” said the doctor as they reached his + door. + </p> + <p> + By this time Larry was past all power of resistance and yielded himself to + the authority of the doctor, who had him upstairs and into bed within a + few minutes of his arrival. A single word Larry uttered during this + process, “Tell my mother,” and then sank into a long nightmare, through + which there mingled dim shapes and quiet voices, followed by dreamless + sleep, and an awakening to weakness that made the lifting of his eyelids + an effort and the movement of his hand a weariness. The first object that + loomed intelligible through the fog in which he seemed to move was a + little plain face with great blue eyes carrying in them a cloud of + maternal anxiety. Suddenly the cloud broke and the sun burst through in a + joyous riot, for in a voice that seemed to him unfamiliar and remote Larry + uttered the single word, “Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” cried the little girl rapturously. “Oh, Larry, wait.” She slipped + from the room and returned in a moment with his mother, who quickly came + to his side. + </p> + <p> + “You are rested, dear,” she said, putting her hand under his head. “Drink + this. No, don't lift your head. Now then, go to sleep again, darling,” + and, stooping down, she kissed him softly. + </p> + <p> + “Why—are—you—crying?” he asked faintly. “What's the—matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, darling; you are better. Just sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “Better?—Have—I—been—sick?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you have been sick,” said his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Awfully sick,” said Jane solemnly. “A whole week sick. But you are all + right now,” she added brightly, “and so is Joe, and Sam, and Rover and + Rosie. I saw them all this morning and you know we have been praying and + praying and—” + </p> + <p> + “Now he will sleep, Jane,” said his mother, gently touching the little + girl's brown tangle of hair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he will sleep; oh, I'm just awful thankful,” said Jane, suddenly + rushing out of the room. + </p> + <p> + “Dear little girl,” said the mother. “She has been so anxious and so + helpful—a wonderful little nurse.” + </p> + <p> + But Larry was fast asleep, and before he was interested enough to make + inquiry about his comrades in travel the car in charge of Joe and Sam, + with Mr. Gwynne in the caboose, was far on its way to Alberta. After some + days Jane was allowed to entertain the sick boy, as was her custom with + her father, by giving an account of her day's doings. These were happy + days for them both. Between the boy and the girl the beginnings of a great + friendship sprang up. + </p> + <p> + “Larry, I think you are queer,” said Jane to him gravely one day. “You are + not a bit like you were in the car.” + </p> + <p> + A quick flush appeared on the boy's face. “I guess I was queer that day, + Jane,” he said. “I know I felt queer.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's it,” said Jane, delighted by some sudden recollection. “You + were queer then, and now you're just ornary. My, you were sick and you + were cross, too, awful cross that day. I guess it was the headick. I get + awfully cross, too, when I have the headick. I don't think you will be + cross again ever, will you, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + Larry, smiling at her, replied, “I'll never be cross with you, Jane, + anyway, never again.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + THE GIRL OF THE WOOD LOT + </h3> + <p> + June, and the sun flooding with a golden shimmer a land of tawny prairie, + billowy hills, wooded valleys and mountain peaks white with eternal snows, + touching with silver a stream which, glacier-born, hurled itself down + mountain sides in fairy films of mist, rushed through canyons in a mad + torrent, hurried between hills in a swollen flood, meandered along wide + valleys in a full-lipped tide, lingered in a placid lake in a bit of + lowland banked with poplar bluffs, and so onward past ranch-stead and + homestead to the great Saskatchewan and Father Ocean, prairie and hills, + valleys and mountains, river and lake, making a wonder world of light and + warmth and colour and joyous life. + </p> + <p> + Two riders on rangey bronchos, followed by two Russian boarhounds, climbed + the trail that went winding up among the hills towards a height which + broke abruptly into a ridge of bare rock. Upon the ridge they paused. + </p> + <p> + “There! Can you beat that? If so, where?” The lady swept her gauntletted + hand toward the scene below. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt was tall, strongly made, + handsome with that comeliness which perfect health and out-of-doors life + combine to give, her dark hair, dark flashing eyes, straight nose, wide, + full-lipped curving mouth, and a chin whose chiselled firmness was + softened but not weakened by a dimple, making a picture good to look upon. + </p> + <p> + “There!” she cried again, “tell me, can you beat it?” + </p> + <p> + “Glorious! Sybil, utterly and splendidly glorious!” said her brother, his + eyes sweeping the picture below. “And you too, Sybil,” he said, turning + his eyes upon her. “This country has done you well. By jove, what a + transformation from the white-faced, willowy—” + </p> + <p> + “Weedy,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Well, as it's no longer true, weedy—woman that faded out of London, + how many—eight years ago!” + </p> + <p> + “Ten years, ten long, glorious, splendid years.” + </p> + <p> + “Ten years! Surely not ten!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, ten beautiful years.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to God I had come with you then. I might have been—well, I + should have been saved some bumps and a ghastly cropper at last.” + </p> + <p> + “'Cut it out,' Jack, as the boys say here. En avant! We never look back in + this land, but ever forward. Oh, now isn't this worth while?” Again she + swept her hand toward the scene below her. “Look at that waving line in + the east, that broad sweep; and here at our left, those great, majestic + things. I love them. I love every scar in their old grey faces. They have + been good friends to me. But for them some days might have been hard to + live through, but they were always there like friends, watching, + understanding. They kept me steady.” + </p> + <p> + “You must have had some difficult days, old girl, in this awful land. Yes, + yes, I know it's glorious, especially on a day like this and in a light + like this; but after all, you are away from the world, away from + everybody, and shut off from everything, from life, art—how could + you stick it?” + </p> + <p> + “Jack are you sympathising with me? Let me tell you your sympathy is + wasted. I have had lonely days in this land, of course. When Tom was off + on business—Oh! that man has been perfectly splendid. Jack! He's + been—well, I can't tell you all he has been to me—father, + mother, husband, chum, he's been to me, and more. And he's made good in + the country, too. Now look again at this view. We always stop to look at + it, Tom and I, from this point. Tell me if you have ever seen anything + quite as wonderful!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's glorious, a little like the veldt, with, of course, the + mountains extra, and they do rather finish the thing in the grand style.” + </p> + <p> + “Grand style, well, rather! A great traveller who has seen most of the + world's beautiful spots told me he had never looked on anything quite so + splendid as the view from here—so spacious, so varied, so majestic. + Ah, I love it, and the country has been good to me! + </p> + <p> + “I don't mean physically only, but in every way—in body, soul and + mind. And for Tom, too, the country has done much. In England, you know, + he was just loafing, filling in time with one useless thing after another, + and on the way to get fat and lazy. Here he is doing things, things worth + while. His ranch is quite a success. Then he is always busy organising + various sorts of industries in the country—dairying, lumbering and + that sort of thing. He has introduced thoroughbred stock. He helps with + the schools, the churches, the Agricultural Institutes. In short, he is + doing his part to bring this country to its best. And this, you know, is + the finest bit of all Canada!” + </p> + <p> + Her brother laughed. “Pardon me,” he said, “there are so many of these + 'finest bits.' In Nova Scotia, in Quebec, I have found them. The people of + Ontario are certain that the 'finest bit' is in their province, while in + British Columbia they are ready to fight if one suggests anything to the + contrary.” + </p> + <p> + “I know. I know. It is perfectly splendid of them. You know we Canadians + are quite foolish about our country.” + </p> + <p> + “WE Canadians!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. WE Canadians. What else? We are quite mad about the future of our + country. And that is why I wanted you to come out here, Jack. There is so + much a man like you might do with your brains and training. Yes. Your + Oxford training is none too good for this country, and your brain none too + clever for this big work of laying the foundations of a great Empire. This + is big enough for the biggest of you. Bigger, even, than the thing you + were doing at home, Jack. Oh, I heard all about it!” + </p> + <p> + “You heard all about it? I hope not. I hope you have not heard of the + awful mess I made of things.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Jack! 'Forward' is the word here. Here is an Empire in the + making, another Britain, greater, finer, and without the hideous + inequalities, injustices and foolish class distinctions of the old.” + </p> + <p> + “My God! Sybil, you sound like Lloyd George himself! Please don't recall + that ghastly radicalism to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind what it sounds like. You will get it too. We all catch it + here, especially Old Country folk. For instance, look away to the left + there. See that little clump of buildings beside the lake just through the + poplars. There is a family of Canadians typical of the best, the Gwynnes, + our closest neighbours. Good Irish stock, they are. They came two years + after we came. Lost their little bit of money. Suffered, my! how they must + have suffered! though they were too proud to tell any of us. The father is + a gentleman, finely educated, but with no business ability. The mother all + gold and grit, heroic little woman who kept the family together. The + eldest boy of fifteen or sixteen, rather delicate when he came, but + fearfully plucky, has helped amazingly. He taught the school, putting his + money into the farm year after year. While teaching the school he somehow + managed to grip hold of the social life of this community in a wonderful + way, preached for Mr. Rhye, taught a Bible Class for him, quite unique in + its way; organised a kind of Literary-Social-Choral-Minstrel Club and has + added tremendously to the life and gaiety of the neighbourhood. What we + shall do when he leaves, I know not. You will like them, I am sure. We + shall drop in there on our way, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, well, perhaps sometime later. They all sound rather terribly + industrious and efficient for a mere slacker like myself.” + </p> + <p> + Along the trail they galloped, following the dogs for a mile or so until + checked by a full flowing stream. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Willow Creek is really quite in flood,” said his sister. “The hot + sun has brought down the snows, you know. The logs are running, too. We + will have to go a bit carefully. Hold well up to the stream and watch the + logs. Keep your eye on the bank opposite. No, no, keep up, follow me. Look + out, or you will get into deep water. Keep to the right. There, that's + better.” + </p> + <p> + “I say,” said her brother, as his horse clambered out of the swollen + stream. “That's rather a close thing to a ducking. Awfully like the veldt + streams, you know. Ice cold, too, I fancy.” + </p> + <p> + “Ice cold, indeed, glacier water, you know, and these logs make it very + awkward. The Gwynnes must be running down their timber and firewood. We + might just run up and look in on them. It's only a mile or so. Nora will + be there. She will be 'bossing the job,' as she says. It will be rather + interesting.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope it is not too far, for I assure you I am getting quite + ravenous.” + </p> + <p> + “No, come along, there's a good trail here.” + </p> + <p> + A smart canter brought them to a rather pretentious homestead with + considerable barns and outbuildings attached. “This is the Switzers' + place,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “German-Americans, old settlers and quite + well off. The father owned the land on which Wolf Willow village stands. + He made quite a lot of money in real estate—village lots and farm + lands, you know. He is an excellent farmer and ambitious for his family—one + son and one daughter. They are quite plain people. They live like—well, + like Germans, you know. The mother is a regular hausfrau; the daughter, + quite nice, plays the violin beautifully. It was from her young Gwynne got + his violining. The son went to college in the States, then to Germany for + a couple of years. He came back here a year ago, terribly German and + terribly military, heel clicking, ram-rod back, and all that sort of + thing. Musical, too, awfully clever; rather think he has political + ambitions. We'll not go in to-day. Some day, perhaps. Indeed, we must be + neighbourly in this country. But the Switzers are a little trying.” + </p> + <p> + “Why know them at all?” + </p> + <p> + “There you are!” cried his sister. “Fancy living beside people in this + country and not knowing them. Can't you see that we must not let things + get awry that way? We must all pull together. Tom is fearfully strong on + that, and he is right, too, I suppose, although it is trying at times. Now + we begin to climb a bit here. Then there are good stretches further along + where we can hurry.” + </p> + <p> + But it seemed to her brother that the good stretches were rather fewer and + shorter than the others, for the sun was overhead when they pulled up + their horses, steaming and ready enough to halt, in a small clearing in + the midst of a thick bit of forest. The timber was for the main part of + soft woods, poplar, yellow and black, cottonwood, and further up among + hills spruce and red pine. In the centre of the clearing stood a rough log + cabin with a wide porch running around two sides. Upon this porch a young + girl was to be seen busy over a cook stove. At the noise of the + approaching horses the girl turned from her work and looked across the + clearing at them. + </p> + <p> + “Heavens above! who is that, Sybil?” gasped her brother. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Waring-Gaunt gave a delighted little cry. “Oh, my dear, you are + really back.” In a moment she was off her horse and rushing toward the + girl with her arms outstretched. “Kathleen, darling! Is it you? And you + have really grown, I believe! Or is it your hair? Come let me introduce + you to my brother.” + </p> + <p> + Jack Romayne was a young man with thirty years of experience of the normal + life of the well-born Englishman, during which time he had often known + what it was to have his senses stirred and his pulses quickened by the + sight of one of England's fair women, than whom none of fresher and fairer + beauty are to be found in all the world; yet never had he found himself + anything but master of his speech and behaviour. But to-day, when, in + obedience to his sister's call, he moved across the little clearing toward + the girl standing at her side, he seemed to lose consciousness of himself + and control of his powers of action. He was instead faintly conscious that + a girl of tall and slender grace, with an aura of golden hair about a face + lovelier than he had ever known, was looking at him out of eyes as blue as + the prairie crocus and as shy and sweet, that she laid her hand in his as + if giving him something of herself, that holding her hand how long he knew + not, he found himself gazing through those eyes of translucent blue into a + soul of unstained purity as one might gaze into a shrine, and that he + continued gazing until the blue eyes clouded and the fair face flushed + crimson, that then, without a word, he turned from her, thrilling with a + new gladness which seemed to fill not only his soul but the whole world as + well. When he came to himself he found his trembling fingers fumbling with + the bridle of his horse. For a few moments he became aware of a blind rage + possessing him and he cursed deeply his stupidity and the gaucherie of his + manner. But soon he forgot his rage for thinking of her eyes and of what + he had seen behind their translucent blue. + </p> + <p> + “My dear child,” again exclaimed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “I declare you have + actually grown taller and grown—a great many other things that I may + not tell you. What have they done to you at that wonderful school? Did you + love it?” + </p> + <p> + The girl flushed with a quick emotion. “Oh, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, it was + really wonderful. I had such a good time and every one was lovely to me. I + did not know people could be so kind. But it is good to get back home + again to them all, and to you, and to all this.” She waved her hand to the + forest about her. + </p> + <p> + “And who are up here to-day, and what are you doing?” inquired Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “In the meantime I am preparing dinner,” said the girl with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Dinner!” exclaimed Jack Romayne, who had meantime drawn near, determined + to rehabilitate himself in the eyes of this girl as a man familiar with + the decencies of polite society. “Dinner! It smells so good and we are + desperately hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” cried Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “My brother declared he was quite faint + more than an hour ago, and now I am sure he is.” + </p> + <p> + “Fairly ravenous.” + </p> + <p> + “But I don't know,” said the girl with serious anxiety on her face. “You + see, we have only pork and fried potatoes, and Nora just shot a chicken—only + one—and they are always so hungry. But we have plenty of bread and + tea. Would you stay?” + </p> + <p> + “It sounds really very nice,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “It would be awfully jolly of you, and I promise not to eat too much,” + said the young man. “I am actually faint with hunger, and a cup of tea + appears necessary to revive me.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, stay,” said the girl with quick sympathy. “We can't give you + much, but we can give you something.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh——ho!” + </p> + <p> + “O-h-o-o-o-h! O-h-o-o-o-h!” A loud call came from the woods. + </p> + <p> + “There's Nora,” said Kathleen. “O-o-o-o-o-h! O-o-o-o-o-h!” The girl's + answering call was like the winding of a silver horn. “Here she is.” + </p> + <p> + Out from the woods, striding into the clearing, came a young girl dressed + in workmanlike garb in short skirt, leggings and jersey, with a soft black + hat on the black tumbled locks. “Hello, Kathleen, dinner ready? I'm + famished. Oh, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, glad to see you.” + </p> + <p> + “And my brother, Nora, Mr. Jack Romayne, just come from England, and + hungry as a bear.” + </p> + <p> + “Just from England? And hungry? Well, we are glad to see you, Mr. + Romayne.” The girl came forward with a quick step and frankly offered her + brown, strong hand. “We're awfully glad to see you, Mr. Romayne,” she + repeated. “I ought to be embarrassed, I know, only I am so hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Just my fix, Miss Nora,” said the young man. “I am really anxious to be + polite. I feel we should decline the invitation to dinner which your + sister has pressed upon us; we know it is a shame to drop in on you like + this all unprepared, but I am so hungry, and really that smell is so + irresistible that I feel I simply cannot be polite.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't!” cried the girl, “or rather, do, and stay. There's enough of + something, and Joe will look after the horses.” She put her hands to her + lips and called, “J-o-o-e!” + </p> + <p> + A voice from the woods answered her, followed by Joe himself. “Here, Joe, + take the horses and unsaddle them and tether them out somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + Despite Kathleen's fears there was dinner enough for all. + </p> + <p> + “This is perfectly stunning!” said Romayne, glancing round the little + clearing and up at the trees waving overhead, through the interstices of + whose leafy canopy showed patches of blue sky. “Gorgeous, by Jove! Words + are futile things for really great moments.” + </p> + <p> + “Ripping,” said Nora, smiling impudently into his face. “Awfully jolly! + A-1! Top hole! That's the lot, I think, according to the best authorities. + Do you know any others?” + </p> + <p> + “I beg pardon, what?” said Romayne, looking up from his fried pork and + potatoes. + </p> + <p> + “Those are all I have learned in English at least,” said Nora. “I am keen + for some more. They are Oxford, I believe. Have you any others?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Romayne diverted his attention from his dinner. “What is she talking + about, Miss Gwynne? I confess to be entirely absorbed in these fried + potatoes.” + </p> + <p> + “Words, words, Mr. Romayne, vocabulary, adjectives,” replied Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Romayne, “but why should one worry about words, especially + adjectives, when one has such divine realities as these to deal with?” + </p> + <p> + “Have some muffles, Mr. Romayne,” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Muffles? Now what may muffles be?” + </p> + <p> + “Muffles are a cross between muffins and waffles.” + </p> + <p> + “Please elucidate their nature and origin,” said Mr. Romayne. + </p> + <p> + “Let me show you,” said Kathleen. She sprang up, dived into the cabin and + returned with a large, round, hard biscuit in her hand. “This is Hudson + Bay hard tack, the stand-by of all western people—Hudson Bay + freighters and cowboys, old timers and tenderfeet alike swear by it. See, + you moisten it slightly in water, fry it in boiling fat, sugar it and keep + hot till served. Thus Hudson Bay hard tack becomes muffles.” + </p> + <p> + “Marvellous!” exclaimed Mr. Romayne, “and truly delicious! And to think + that the Savoy chef knows nothing about muffles! But now that my first + faintness is removed and the mystery of muffles is solved, may I inquire + just what you are doing up here to-day, Miss Gwynne? What is the business + on hand, I mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Nora is getting out some logs for building and firewood for next + winter. The logs, you see, are cut during the winter and hauled to the + dump there.” + </p> + <p> + “Dump!” exclaimed Mr. Romayne faintly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. The bank there where you dump the logs into the creek below.” + </p> + <p> + “But what exactly has Miss Nora to do with all this?” + </p> + <p> + “I?” enquired Nora, “I only boss the job.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you believe her,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I happen to remember one + winter day coming upon this young lady in these very woods driving her + team and hauling logs to the dump while Sam and Joe did the cutting. Ask + the boys there? And why shouldn't she?” continued Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “She + can run a farm, with garden, pigs and poultry thrown in; open a coal mine + and—” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” exclaimed Nora, “the boys here do it all. Mother furnishes the + head work.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Nora!” protested Kathleen, “you know you manage everything. Isn't + that true, boys?” + </p> + <p> + “She's the hull works herself,” said Sam. “Ain't she, Joe?” + </p> + <p> + “You bet yeh,” said Joe, husky with the muffles. + </p> + <p> + “She's a corker,” continued Sam, “double compressed, compensating, forty + horsepower, ain't she, Joe?” + </p> + <p> + “You bet yeh!” adding, for purpose of emphasis, “By gar!” + </p> + <p> + “Six cylinder, self-starter,” continued Sam with increasing enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “Self-starter,” echoed Joe, going off into a series of choking chuckles. + “Sure t'ing, by gar!” Joe, having safely disposed of the muffles, gave + himself up to unrestrained laughter, throwing back his head, slapping his + knees and repeating at intervals, “Self-starter, by gar!” + </p> + <p> + So infectious was his laughter that the whole company joined in. + </p> + <p> + “Cut it out, boys,” said Nora. “You are all talking rot, you know; and + what about you,” she added, turning swiftly upon her sister. “Who runs the + house, I'd like to know, and looks after everything inside, and does the + sewing? This outfit of mine, for instance? And her own outfit?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Nora,” protested Kathleen, the colour rising in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Did you make your own costume?” inquired Mr. Romayne. + </p> + <p> + “She did that,” said Nora, “and mine and mother's, and she makes father's + working shirts.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Nora, stop, please. You know I do very little.” + </p> + <p> + “She makes the butter as well.” + </p> + <p> + “They're a pair,” said Sam in a low growl, but perfectly audible to the + company, “a regular pair, eh, Joe?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure t'ing,” replied Joe, threatening to go off again into laughter, but + held in check by a glance from Nora. + </p> + <p> + For an hour they lingered over the meal. Then Nora, jumping up quickly, + took Mrs. Waring-Gaunt with her to superintend the work at the dump, + leaving Mr. Romayne reclining on the grass smoking his pipe in abandoned + content, while Kathleen busied herself clearing away and washing up the + dishes. + </p> + <p> + “May I help?” inquired Mr. Romayne, when the others had gone. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no,” replied Kathleen. “Just rest where you are, please; just take it + easy; I'd really rather you would, and there's nothing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not an expert at this sort of thing,” said Mr. Romayne, “but at + least I can dry dishes. I learned that much on the veldt.” + </p> + <p> + “In South Africa? You were in the war?” replied Kathleen, giving him a + towel. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I had a go at it.” + </p> + <p> + “It must have been terrible—to think of actually killing men.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not pleasant,” replied Romayne, shrugging his shoulders, “but it + has to be done sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do you think so? It does not seem as if it should be necessary at any + time,” said the girl with great earnestness. “I can't believe it is either + right or necessary ever to kill men; and as for the Boer War, don't you + think everybody agrees now that it was unnecessary?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Romayne was always prepared to defend with the ardour of a British + soldier the righteousness of every war in which the British Army has ever + been engaged. But somehow he found it difficult to conduct an argument in + favour of war against this girl who stood fronting him with a look of + horror in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Romayne, “I believe there is something to be said on both + sides. No doubt there were blunders in the early part of the trouble, but + eventually war had to come.” + </p> + <p> + “But that's just it,” cried the girl. “Isn't that the way it is always? In + the early stages of a quarrel it is so easy to come to an understanding + and to make peace; but after the quarrel has gone on, then war becomes + inevitable. If only every dispute could be submitted to the judgment of + some independent tribunal. Nations are just like people. They see things + solely from their own point of view. Do you know, Mr. Romayne, there is no + subject upon which I feel so keenly as upon the subject of war. I just + loathe and hate and dread the thought of war. I think perhaps I inherit + this. My mother, you know, belongs to the Friends, and she sees so clearly + the wickedness and the folly of war. And don't you think that all the + world is seeing this more clearly to-day than ever before?” + </p> + <p> + There was nothing new in this argument or in this position to Mr. Romayne, + but somehow, as he looked at the girl's eager, enthusiastic face, and + heard her passionate denunciation of war, he found it difficult to defend + the justice of war under any circumstances whatever. + </p> + <p> + “I entirely agree with you, Miss Gwynne, that war is utterly horrible, + that it is silly, that it is wicked. I would rather not discuss it with + you, but I can't help feeling that there are circumstances that make it + necessary and right for men to fight.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't wish to discuss this with me?” said Kathleen. “I am sorry, for + I have always wished to hear a soldier who is also”—the girl + hesitated for a moment—“a gentleman and a Christian—” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Miss Gwynne,” said Romayne, with quiet earnestness. + </p> + <p> + “Discuss the reasons why war is ever necessary.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a very big subject,” said Mr. Romayne, “and some day I should like + to give you my point of view. There are multitudes of people in Britain + to-day, Miss Gwynne, who would agree with you. Lots of books have been + written on both sides. I have listened to hours and hours of discussion, + so that you can easily see that there is much to be said on both sides. I + always come back, however, to the point that among nations of similar + ethical standards and who are equally anxious to preserve the peace of the + world, arbitration as a method of settling disputes ought to be perfectly + simple and easy. It is only when you have to deal with nations whose + standards of ethics are widely dissimilar or who are possessed with + another ambition than that of preserving the peace of the world that you + get into difficulty.” + </p> + <p> + “I see your point,” replied Kathleen, “but I also see that just there you + allow for all sorts of prejudice to enter and for the indulgence in unfair + argument and special pleading. But there, we are finished,” she said, “and + you do not wish to discuss this just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Some time, Miss Gwynne, we shall have this out, and I have some + literature on the subject that I should like to give you.” + </p> + <p> + “And so have I,” cried the girl, with a smile that rendered Mr. Romayne + for some moments quite incapable of consecutive thought. “And now shall we + look up the others?” + </p> + <p> + At the dump they found Joe and Sam rolling the logs, which during the + winter had been piled high upon the bank, down the steep declivity or + “dump” into the stream below. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt and Nora were seated on a + log beside them engaged in talk. + </p> + <p> + “May I inquire if you are bossing the job as usual?” said Mr. Romayne, + after he had watched the operation for a few moments. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, there's no bossing going on to-day. But,” said the girl, “I + rather think the boys like to have me around.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't wonder,” said Mr. Romayne, enthusiastically. + </p> + <p> + “Are you making fun of me, Mr. Romayne?” said the girl, her face + indicating that she was prepared for battle. + </p> + <p> + “God forbid,” replied Mr. Romayne, fervently. + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit of it, Nora dear,” said his sister. “He is simply consumed with + envy. He has just come from a country, you know, where only the men do + things; I mean things that really count. And it makes him furiously + jealous to see a young woman calmly doing things that he knows quite well + he could not attempt to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true,” replied her brother. “I am humbled to the ground at my own + all to obvious ineptitude, and am lost in admiration of the marvellous + efficiency of the young ladies of Canada whom it has been my good fortune + to meet.” + </p> + <p> + Nora glanced at him suspiciously. “You talk well,” she said. “I half + believe you're just making fun of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit, Nora, not a bit,” said his sister. “It is as I have said + before. The man is as jealous as he can be, and, like all men, he hates to + discover himself inferior in any particular to a woman. But we must be + going. I am so glad you are home again, dear,” she said, turning to + Kathleen. “We shall hope to see a great deal of you. Thank you for the + delightful lunch. It was so good of you to have us.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed,” added the young man. “You saved my life. I had just about + reached the final stage of exhaustion. I, too, hope to see you again very + soon and often, for you know we must finish that discussion and settle + that question.” + </p> + <p> + “What question is that,” inquired his sister, “if I may ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the old question,” said her brother, “the eternal question—war.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose,” said Nora, “Kathleen has been giving you some of her peace + talk. I want you to know, Mr. Romayne, that I don't agree with her in the + least, and I am quite sure you don't either.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure of that,” replied the young man. “We have not finished + it out yet. I feel confident, however, that we shall come to an agreement + on it.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not,” replied Nora, “for in that case you would become a pacifist, + for Kathleen, just like mother, you know, is a terrible peace person. + Indeed, our family is divided on that question—Daddy and I opposed + to the rest. And you know pacifists have this characteristic, that they + are always ready to fight.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said her sister. “We are always ready to fight for peace. But do + not let us get into that discussion now. I shall walk with you a little + way.” + </p> + <p> + Arm in arm she and Mrs. Waring-Gaunt walked down the steep trail, Mr. + Romayne following behind, leading the horses. As they walked together, + Mrs. Waring-Gaunt talked to the girl of her brother. + </p> + <p> + “You know he was in the Diplomatic Service, went in after the South + African War, and did awfully well there in the reconstruction work, was + very popular with the Boers, though he had fought them in the war. He got + to know their big men, and some of them are really big men. As a matter of + fact, he became very fond of them and helped the Government at Home to see + things from their point of view. After that he went to the Continent, was + in Italy for a while and then in Germany, where, I believe, he did very + good work. He saw a good deal of the men about the Kaiser. He loathed the + Crown Prince, I believe, as most of our people there do. Suddenly he was + recalled. He refused, of course, to talk about it, but I understand there + was some sort of a row. I believe he lost his temper with some exalted + personage. At any rate, he was recalled, chucked the whole service, and + came out here. He felt awfully cut up about it. And now he has no faith in + the German Government, says they mean war. He's awfully keen on + preparation and that sort of thing. I thought I would just tell you, + especially since I heard you had been discussing war with him.” + </p> + <p> + As they neared the Switzer place they saw a young man standing on the + little pier which jutted out into the stream with a pike-pole in his hand, + keeping the logs from jambing at the turn. + </p> + <p> + “It's Ernest Switzer,” cried Kathleen. “I have not seen him for ever so + long. How splendidly he is looking! Hello, Ernest!” she cried, waving her + hand and running forward to meet him, followed by the critical eyes of + Jack Romayne. + </p> + <p> + The young man came hurrying toward her. “Kathleen!” he cried. “Is it + really you?” He threw down his pole as he spoke and took her hand in both + of his, the flush on his fair face spreading to the roots of his hair. + </p> + <p> + “You know Mrs. Waring-Gaunt,” said Kathleen to him, for he paid no + attention at all to the others. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt acknowledged Switzer's + heel clicks, as also did her brother when introduced. + </p> + <p> + “You have been keeping the logs running, Ernest, I see. That is very good + of you,” said Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there was the beginning of a nice little jamb here,” said Switzer. + “They are running right enough now. But when did you return?” he + continued, dropping into a confidential tone and turning his back upon the + others. “Do you know I have not seen you for nine months?” + </p> + <p> + “Nine months?” said Kathleen. “I was away seven months.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I was away two months before you went. You forget that,” he + added reproachfully. “But I do not forget. Nine months—nine long + months. And are you glad to be back, Kathleen, glad to see all your + friends again, glad to see me?” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to be at home, Ernest, glad to see all of my friends, of + course, glad to get to the West again, to the woods here and the mountains + and all.” + </p> + <p> + “And you did not come in to see us as you passed,” gazing at her with + reproachful eyes and edging her still further away from the others. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we intended to come in on our way back.” + </p> + <p> + “Let's move on,” said Romayne to his sister. + </p> + <p> + “We must be going, Kathleen dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “You will soon + be coming to see us?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed, you may be sure. It is so good to see you,” replied the girl + warmly, as Mrs. Waring-Gaunt kissed her good-bye. “Good-bye, Mr. Romayne; + we must finish our discussion another time.” + </p> + <p> + “Always at your service,” replied Mr. Romayne, “although I am rather + afraid of you. Thank you again for your hospitality. Good-bye.” He held + her hand, looking down into the blue depths of her eyes until as before + the crimson in her face recalled him. “Good-bye. This has been a wonderful + day to me.” He mounted his horse, lifted his hat, and rode off after his + sister. + </p> + <p> + “What sort of a chap is the Johnnie?” said Jack to his sister as they rode + away. + </p> + <p> + “Not a bad sort at all; very bright fellow, quite popular in this + community with the young fellows. He has lots of money, you know, and + spends it. Of course, he is fearfully German, military style and all + that.” + </p> + <p> + “Seems to own that girl, eh?” said Jack, glancing back over his shoulder + at the pair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the two families are quite intimate. Ernest and his sister were in + Larry's musical organisations and they are quite good friends.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove, Sybil, she is wonderful! Why didn't you give me a hint?” + </p> + <p> + “I did. But really, she has come on amazingly. That college in Winnipeg—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, college! It is not a question of college!” said her brother + impatiently. “It's herself. Why, Sybil, think of that girl in London in a + Worth frock. But no! That would spoil her. She is better just as she is. + Jove, she completely knocked me out! I made a fool of myself.” + </p> + <p> + “She has changed indeed,” said his sister. “She is a lovely girl and so + simple and unaffected. I have come really to love her. We must see a lot + of her.” + </p> + <p> + “But where did she get that perfectly charming manner? Do you realise what + a perfectly stunning girl she is? Where did she get that style of hers?” + </p> + <p> + “You must see her mother, Jack. She is a charming woman, simple, quiet, a + Quaker, I believe, but quite beautiful manners. Her father, too, is a + gentleman, a Trinity man, I understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said her brother with a laugh, “I foresee myself falling in love + with that girl in the most approved style.” + </p> + <p> + “You might do worse,” replied his sister, “though I doubt if you are not + too late.” + </p> + <p> + “Why? That German Johnnie?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is never wise to despise the enemy. He really is a fine chap, + his prospects are very good; he has known her for a long while, and he is + quite mad about her.” + </p> + <p> + “But, good Lord, Sybil, he's a German!” + </p> + <p> + “A German,” said his sister, “yes. But what difference does that make? He + is a German, but he is also a Canadian. We are all Canadians here whatever + else we may be or have ever been. We are all sorts and classes, high and + low, rich and poor, and of all nationalities—Germans, French, + Swedes, Galicians, Russians—but we all shake down into good Canadian + citizens. We are just Canadians, and that is good enough for me. We are + loyal to Canada first.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be right as far as other nationalities are concerned, but, Sybil, + believe me, you do not know the German. I know him and there is no such + thing as a German loyal to Canada first.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Jack, you are so terribly insular. You must really get rid of all + that. I used to think like you, but here we have got to the place where we + can laugh at all that sort of thing.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, Sybil. I know. They are laughing in England to-day at Roberts and + Charlie Beresford. But I know Germany and the German mind and the German + aim and purpose, and I confess to you that I am in a horrible funk at the + state of things in our country. And this chap Switzer—you say he has + been in Germany for two years? Well, he has every mark characteristic of + the German. He reproduces the young German that I have seen the world over—in + Germany, in the Crown Prince's coterie (don't I know them?), in South + Africa, in West Africa, in China. He has every mark, the same military + style, the same arrogant self-assertion, the same brutal disregard of the + ordinary decencies.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Jack, how you talk! You are actually excited.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you not notice his manner with that girl? He calmly took possession + of her and ignored us who were of her party, actually isolated her from + us.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Jack, this seems to me quite outrageous.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Sybil, and there are more like you. But I happen to know from + experience what I am talking about. The elementary governing principle of + life for the young German of to-day is very simple and is easily + recognised, and it is this: when you see anything you want, go for it and + take it, no matter if all the decencies of life are outraged.” + </p> + <p> + “Jack, I cannot, frankly, I cannot agree with you in regard to young + Switzer. I know him fairly well and—” + </p> + <p> + “Let's not talk about it, Sybil,” said her brother, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, all right, Jack.” + </p> + <p> + They rode on in silence, Romayne gloomily keeping his eye on the trail + before him until they neared the Gwynne gate, when the young man exclaimed + abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “My God, it would be a crime!” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever do you mean, Jack?” + </p> + <p> + “To allow that brute to get possession of that lovely girl.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Jack,” persisted his sister. “Brute?” + </p> + <p> + “Sybil, I have seen them with women, their own and other women; and, now + listen to me, I have yet to see the German who regards or treats his frau + as an English gentleman treats his wife. That is putting it mildly.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack!” + </p> + <p> + “It ought to be stopped.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, stop it then.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to God I could,” said her brother. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + YOU FORGOT ME + </h3> + <p> + The Lakeside House, substantially built of logs, with “frame” kitchen + attached, stood cosily among the clump of trees, poplar and spruce, + locally described as a bluff. The bluff ran down to the little lake a + hundred yards away, itself an expansion of Wolf Willow Creek. The + whitewashed walls gleaming through its festoons of Virginia creeper, a + little lawn bordered with beds filled with hollyhocks, larkspur, + sweet-william and other old-fashioned flowers and flanked by a heavy + border of gorgeous towering sunflowers, gave a general air, not only of + comfort and thrift, but of refinement as well, too seldom found in + connection with the raw homesteads of the new western country. + </p> + <p> + At a little distance from the house, at the end of a lane leading through + the bluff, were visible the stables, granary and other outhouses, with + corral attached. + </p> + <p> + Within, the house fulfilled the promise of its external appearance and + surroundings. There was dignity without stiffness, comfort without luxury, + simplicity without any suggestion of the poverty that painfully obtrudes + itself. + </p> + <p> + At the open window whose vine shade at once softened the light and invited + the summer airs, sat Mrs. Gwynne, with her basket of mending at her side. + Eight years of life on an Alberta ranch had set their mark upon her. The + summers' suns and winters' frosts and the eternal summer and winter winds + had burned and browned the soft, fair skin of her earlier days. The + anxieties inevitable to the struggle with poverty had lined her face and + whitened her hair. But her eyes shone still with the serene light of a + soul that carries within it the secret of triumph over the carking cares + of life. + </p> + <p> + Seated beside her was her eldest daughter Kathleen, sewing; and stretched + upon the floor lay Nora, frankly idle and half asleep, listening to the + talk of the other two. Their talk turned upon the theme never long absent + from their thought—that of ways and means. + </p> + <p> + “Tell you what, Mummie,” droned Nora, lazily extending her lithe young + body to its utmost limits, “there is a simple way out of our never ending + worries, namely, a man, a rich man, if handsome, so much the better, but + rich he must be, for Kathleen. They say they are hanging round the Gateway + City of the West in bunches. How about it, Kate?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Nora,” gently chided her mother, “I wish you would not talk in + that way. It is not quite nice. In my young days—” + </p> + <p> + “In your young days I know just exactly what happened, Mother. There was + always a long queue of eligible young men dangling after the awfully + lovely young Miss Meredith, and before she was well out of her teens the + gallant young Gwynne carried her off.” + </p> + <p> + “We never talked about those things, my dear,” said her mother, shaking + her head at her. + </p> + <p> + “You didn't need to, Mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if it comes to that, Nora,” said her sister, “I don't think you + need to, very much, either. You have only got to look at—” + </p> + <p> + “Halt!” cried Nora, springing to her feet. “But seriously, Mother dear, I + think we can weather this winter right enough. Our food supply is + practically visible. We have oats enough for man and beast, a couple of + pigs to kill, a steer also, not to speak of chickens and ducks. We shall + have some cattle to sell, and if our crops are good we ought to be able to + pay off those notes. Oh, why will Dad buy machinery?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said her mother with gentle reproach, “your father says + machinery is cheaper than men and we really cannot do without machines.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, Mother. I'm not criticising father. He is a perfect + dear and I am awfully glad he has got that Inspectorship.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied her mother, “your father is suited to his new work and + likes it. And Larry will be finishing his college this year, I think. And + he has earned it too,” continued the mother. “When I think of all he has + done and how generously he has turned his salary into the family fund, and + how often he has been disappointed—” Here her voice trembled a + little. + </p> + <p> + Nora dropped quickly to her knees, taking her mother in her arms. “Don't + we all know, Mother, what he has done? Shall I ever forget those first two + awful years, the winter mornings when he had to get up before daylight to + get the house warm, and that awful school. Every day he had to face it, + rain, sleet, or forty below. How often I have watched him in the school, + always so white and tired. But he never gave up. He just would not give + up. And when those big boys were unruly—I could have killed those + boys—he would always keep his temper and joke and jolly them into + good order. And all the time I knew how terribly his head was aching. What + are you sniffling about, Kate?” + </p> + <p> + “I think it was splendid, just splendid, Nora,” cried Kathleen, swiftly + wiping away her tears. “But I can't help crying, it was all so terrible. + He never thought of himself, and year after year he gave up his money—” + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” cried a voice at the door. “Who gave up his money and to whom and + is there any more around?” His eye glanced around the group. “What's up, + people? Mummie, are these girls behaving badly? Let me catch them at it!” + The youth stood smiling down upon them. His years in the West had done + much for him. He was still slight, but though his face was pale and his + body thin, his movements suggested muscular strength and sound health. He + had not grown handsome. His features were irregular, mouth wide, cheek + bones prominent, ears large; yet withal there was a singular + attractiveness about his appearance and manner. His eyes were good; + grey-blue, humorous, straight-looking eyes they were, deep set under + overhanging brows, and with a whimsical humour ever lingering about them; + over the eyes a fore-head, broad, suggesting intellect, and set off by + heavy, waving, dark hair. + </p> + <p> + “Who gave his money? I insist upon knowing. No reply, eh? I have evidently + come upon a deep and deadly plot. Mother?—no use asking you. + Kathleen, out with it.” + </p> + <p> + “You gave your money,” burst forth Nora in a kind of passion as she flew + at him, “and everything else. But now that's all over. You are going to + finish your college course this year, that's what.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's it, eh? I knew there was some women's scheme afloat. Well, + children,” said the youth, waving his hand over them in paternal + benediction, “since this thing is up we might as well settle it 'right + here and n-a-o-w,' as our American friend, Mr. Ralph Waldo Farwell, would + say, and a decent sort he is too. I have thought this all out. Why should + not a man gifted with a truly great brain replete with grey matter (again + in the style of the aforesaid Farwell) do the thinking for his wimmin + folk? Why not? Hence the problem is already solved. The result is hereby + submitted, not for discussion but for acceptance, for acceptance you + understand, to-wit and namely, as Dad's J. P. law books have it: I shall + continue the school another year.” + </p> + <p> + “You shan't,” shouted Nora, seizing him by the arm and shaking him with + all the strength of her vigorous young body. + </p> + <p> + “Larry, dear!” said his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry!” exclaimed Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “We shall then be able to pay off all our indebtedness,” continued Larry, + ignoring their protests, “and that is a most important achievement. This + new job of Dad's means an addition to our income. The farm management will + remain in the present capable hands. No, Miss Nora, I am not thinking of + the boss, but of the head, the general manager.” He waved his hand toward + his mother. “The only change will be in the foreman. A new appointment + will be made, one who will bring to her task not only experience and with + it a practical knowledge, but the advantage of intellectual discipline + recently acquired at a famous educational centre; and the whole concern + will go on with its usual verve, swing, snap, toward another year's + success. Then next year me for the giddy lights of the metropolitan city + and the sacred halls of learning.” + </p> + <p> + “And me,” said Nora, “what does your high mightiness plan for me this + winter, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Not quite so much truculence, young lady,” replied her brother. “For you, + the wide, wide world, a visit to the seat of light and learning already + referred to, namely, Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + For one single moment Nora looked at him. Then, throwing back her head, + she said with unsteady voice: “Not this time, old boy. One man can lead a + horse to water but ten cannot make him drink, and you may as well + understand now as later that this continual postponement of your college + career is about to cease. We have settled it otherwise. Kathleen will take + your school—an awful drop for the kids, but what joy for the big + boys. She and I will read together in the evenings. The farm will go on. + Sam and Joe are really very good and steady; Joe at least, and Sam most of + the time. Dad's new work will not take him from home so much, he says. And + next year me for the fine arts and the white lights of Winnipeg. That's + all that needs to be said.” + </p> + <p> + “I think, dear,” said the mother, looking at her son, “Nora is right.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Mother,” exclaimed Larry, “I don't like to hear your foot come down + just yet. I know that tone of finality, but listen—” + </p> + <p> + “We have listened,” said Kathleen, “and we know we are right. I shall take + the school, Mr. Farwell—” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Farwell, eh?—” exclaimed Nora significantly. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Farwell has promised me,” continued Kathleen, “indeed has offered me, + the school. Nora and I can study together. I shall keep up my music. Nora + will keep things going outside, mother will look after every thing as + usual, Dad will help us outside and in. So that's settled.” + </p> + <p> + “Settled!” cried her brother. “You are all terribly settling. It seems to + me that you apparently forget—” + </p> + <p> + Once more the mother interposed. “Larry, dear, Kathleen has put it very + well. Your father and I have talked it over”—the young people + glanced at each other and smiled at this ancient and well-worn phrase—“we + have agreed that it is better that you should finish your college this + winter. Of course we know you would suggest delay, but we are anxious that + you should complete your course.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Mother, listen—” began Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Larry, 'children, obey your parents' is still valid,” said + Nora. “What are you but a child after all, though with your teaching and + your choral society conducting, and your nigger show business, and your + preaching in the church, and your popularity, you are getting so uplifted + that there's no holding you. Just make up your mind to do your duty, do + you hear? Your duty. Give up this selfish determination to have your own + way, this selfish pleasing of yourself.” Abruptly she paused, rushed at + him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. “You darling old + humbug,” she said with a very unsteady voice. “There, I will be blubbering + in a minute. I am off for the timber lot. What do you say, Katty? It's + cooler now. We'll go up the cool road. Are you coming?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; wait until I change.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, I will saddle up. You coming, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I'll catch up later.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Mother,” warned Nora, “I know his ways and wiles. Remember your duty + to your children. You are also inclined to be horribly selfish. Be firm. + Hurry up, Kate.” + </p> + <p> + Left alone with his mother, Larry went deliberately to work with her. Well + he knew the immovable quality of her resolution when once her mind was + made up. Patiently, quietly, steadily, he argued with her, urging Nora's + claims for a year at college. + </p> + <p> + “She needs a change after her years of hard work.” + </p> + <p> + Her education was incomplete; the ground work was sound enough, but she + had come to the age when she must have those finishing touches that girls + require to fit them for their place in life. “She is a splendid girl, but + in some ways still a child needing discipline; in other ways mature, too + mature. She ought to have her chance and ought to have it now.” One never + knew what would happen in the case of girls. + </p> + <p> + His mother sighed. “Poor Nora, she has had discipline enough of a kind, + and hard discipline it has been indeed for you all.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Mother, we have had a perfectly fine time together, all of us. + God knows if any one has had a hard time it is not the children in this + home. I do not like to think of those awful winters, Mother, and of the + hard time you had with us all.” + </p> + <p> + “A hard time!” exclaimed his mother. “I, a hard time, and with you all + here beside me, and all so well and strong? What more could I want?” The + amazed surprise in her face stirred in her son a quick rush of emotion. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mother, Mother, Mother,” he whispered in her ear. “There is no one + like you. Did you ever in all your life seek one thing for yourself, one + thing, one little thing? Away back there in Ontario you slaved and slaved + and went without things yourself that all the rest of us might get them. + Here it has been just the same. Haven't I seen your face and your hands, + your poor hands,”—here the boy's voice broke with an indignant + passion—“blue with the cold when you could not get furs to protect + them? Never, never shall I forget those days.” The boy stopped abruptly, + unable to go on. + </p> + <p> + Quickly the mother drew her son toward her. “Larry, my son, my son, you + must never think that a hard time. Did ever a woman have such joy as I? + When I think of other mothers and of other children, and then think of you + all here, I thank God every day and many times a day that he has given us + each other. And, Larry, my son, let me say this, and you will remember it + afterwards. You have been a continual joy to me, always, always. You have + never given me a moment's anxiety or pain. Remember that. I continually + thank God for you. You have made my life very happy.” + </p> + <p> + The boy put his face down on her lap with his arms tight around her waist. + Never in their life together had they been able to open these deep, sacred + chambers in their souls to each other's gaze. For some moments he remained + thus, then lifting up his face, he kissed her again and again, her + forehead, her eyes, her lips. Then rising to his feet, he stood with his + usual smile about his lips. “You always beat me. But will you not think + this all over again carefully, and we will do what you say? But will you + promise, Mother, to think it over again and look at my side of it too?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Larry, I promise,” said his mother. “Now run after the girls, and I + shall have tea ready for you.” + </p> + <p> + As Larry rode down the lane he saw the young German, Ernest Switzer, and + his sister riding down the trail and gave them a call. They pulled up and + waited. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Ernest; whither bound? How are you, Dorothea?” + </p> + <p> + “Home,” said the young man, “and you?” + </p> + <p> + “Going up by the timber lot, around by the cool road. The girls are on + before.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, so?” said the young man, evidently waiting for an invitation. + </p> + <p> + “Do you care to come? It's not much longer that way,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “I might,” said the young man. Then looking doubtfully at his sister, “You + cannot come very well, Dorothea, can you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, that is, I'm afraid not,” she replied. She was a pretty girl with + masses of yellow hair, light blue eyes, a plump, kindly face and a timid + manner. As she spoke she, true to her German training, evidently waited + for an indication of her brother's desire. + </p> + <p> + “There are the cows, you know,” continued her brother. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there are the cows,” her face clouding as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, rot!” said Larry, “you don't milk until evening, and we get back + before tea. Come along.” + </p> + <p> + Still the girl hesitated. “Well,” said her brother brusquely, “do you want + to come?” + </p> + <p> + She glanced timidly at his rather set face and then at Larry. “I don't + know. I am afraid that—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come along, Dorothea, do you hear me telling you? You will be in + plenty of time and your brother will help you with the milking.” + </p> + <p> + “Ernest help! Oh, no!” + </p> + <p> + “Not on your life!” said that young man. “I never milk. I haven't for + years. Well, come along then,” he added in a grudging voice. + </p> + <p> + “That is fine,” said Larry. “But, Dorothea, you ought to make him learn to + milk. Why shouldn't he? The lazy beggar. Do you mean to say that he never + helps with the milking?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never,” said Dorothea. + </p> + <p> + “Our men don't do women's work,” said Ernest. “It is not the German way. + It is not fitting.” + </p> + <p> + “And what about women doing men's work?” said Larry. “It seems to me I + have seen German women at work in the fields up in the Settlement.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no doubt you have,” replied Ernest stiffly. “It is the German + custom.” + </p> + <p> + “You make me tired,” said Larry, “the German custom indeed! Does that make + it right?” + </p> + <p> + “For us, yes,” replied Ernest calmly. + </p> + <p> + “But you are Canadians, are you not? Are there to be different standards + in Canada for different nationalities?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the Germans will follow the German way. Because it is German, and + demonstrated through experience to be the best. Look at our people. Look + at our prosperity at home, at our growth in population, at our wealth, at + our expansion in industry and commerce abroad. Look at our social + conditions and compare them with those in this country or in any other + country in the world. Who will dare to say that German methods and German + customs are not best, at least for Germans? But let us move a little + faster, otherwise we shall never catch up with them.” He touched his + splendid broncho into a sharp gallop, the other horses following more + slowly behind. + </p> + <p> + “He is very German, my brother,” said Dorothea. “He thinks he is Canadian, + but he is not the same since he went over Home. He is talking all the time + about Germany, Germany, Germany. I hate it.” Her blue eyes flashed fire + and her usually timid voice vibrated with an intense feeling. Larry gazed + at her in astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “You may look at me, Larry,” she cried. “I am German but I do not like the + German ways. I like the Canadian ways. The Germans treat their women like + their cows. They feed them well, they keep them warm because—because—they + have calves—I mean the cows—and the women have kids. I hate + the German ways. Look at my mother. What is she in that house? Day and + night she has worked, day and night, saving money—and what for? For + Ernest. Running to wait on him and on Father and they never know it. It's + women's work with us to wait on men, and that is the way in the Settlement + up there. Look at your mother and you. Mein Gott! I could kill them, those + men!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Dorothea, you amaze me. What's up with you? I never heard you talk + like this. I never knew that you felt like this.” + </p> + <p> + “No, how could you know? Who would tell you? Not Ernest,” she replied + bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “But, Dorothea, you are happy, are you not?” + </p> + <p> + “Happy, I was until I knew better, till two years ago when I saw your + mother and you with her. Then Ernest came back thinking himself a German + officer—he is an officer, you know—and the way he treated our + mother and me!” + </p> + <p> + “Treated your mother! Surely he is not unkind to your mother?” Larry had a + vision of a meek, round-faced, kindly, contented woman, who was obviously + proud of her only son. + </p> + <p> + “Kind, kind,” cried Dorothea, “he is kind as German sons are kind. But you + cannot understand. Why did I speak to you of this? Yes, I will tell you + why,” she added, apparently taking a sudden resolve. “Let's go slowly. + Ernest is gone anyway. I will tell you why. Before Ernest went away he was + more like a Canadian boy. He was good to his mother. He is good enough + still but—oh, it is so hard to show you. I have seen you and your + mother. You would not let your mother brush your boots for you, you would + not sit smoking and let her carry in wood in the winter time, you would + not stand leaning over the fence and watch your mother milk the cow. Mein + Gott! Ernest, since he came back—the women are only good for waiting + on him, for working in the house or on the farm. His wife, she will not + work in the fields; Ernest is too rich for that. But she will not be like”—here + the girl paused abruptly, a vivid colour dyeing her fair skin—“like + your wife. I would die sooner than marry a German man.” + </p> + <p> + “But Ernest is not like that, Dorothea. He is not like that with my + sisters. Why, he is rather the other way, awfully polite and all that sort + of thing, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's the way with young German gentlemen to young ladies, that is, + other people's ladies. But to their own, no. And I must tell you. Oh, I am + afraid to tell you,” she added breathlessly. “But I will tell you, you + have been so kind, so good to me. You are my friend, and you will not + tell. Promise me you will never tell.” The girl's usually red face was + pale, her voice was hoarse and trembling. + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, Dorothea? Of course I won't tell.” + </p> + <p> + “Ernest wants to marry your sister, Kathleen. He is just mad to get her, + and he always gets his way too. I would not like to see your sister his + wife. He would break her heart and,” she added in a lower voice, “yours + too. But remember you are not to tell. You are not to let him know I told + you.” A real terror shone in her eyes. “Do you hear me?” she cried. “He + would beat me with his whip. He would, he would.” + </p> + <p> + “Beat you, beat you?” Larry pulled up his horse short. “Beat you in this + country—oh, Dorothea!” + </p> + <p> + “They do. Our men do beat their women, and Ernest would too. The women do + not think the same way about it as your women. You will not tell?” she + urged. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think I am, Dorothea? And as for beating you, let me catch + him. By George, I'd, I'd—” + </p> + <p> + “What?” said Dorothea, turning her eyes full upon him, her pale face + flushing. + </p> + <p> + Larry laughed. “Well, he's a big chap, but I'd try to knock his block off. + But it's nonsense. Ernest is not that kind. He's an awfully good sort.” + </p> + <p> + “He is, he is a good sort, but he is also a German officer and, ah, you + cannot understand, but do not let him have your sister. I have told you. + Come, let us go quickly.” + </p> + <p> + They rode on in silence, but did not overtake the others until they + reached the timber lot where they found the party waiting. With what + Dorothea had just told him in his mind, Larry could not help a keen + searching of Kathleen's face. She was quietly chatting with the young + German, with face serene and quite untouched with anything but the + slightest animation. “She is not worrying over anything,” said Larry to + himself. Then he turned and looked upon the face of the young man at her + side. A shock of surprise, of consternation, thrilled him. The young man's + face was alight with an intensity of eagerness, of desire, that startled + Larry and filled him with a new feeling of anxiety, indeed of dismay. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you people are slow,” cried Nora. “What is keeping you? Come along or + we shall be late. Shall we go through the woods straight to the dump, or + shall we go around?” + </p> + <p> + “Let's go around,” cried Kathleen. “Do you know I have not been around for + ever so long?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Larry, “let's go around by Nora's mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Nora's mine!” exclaimed Ernest. “Do you know I've heard about that mine a + great deal but I have never seen Nora's mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Come along, then,” said Nora, “but there's almost no trail and we shall + have to hurry while we can. There's only a cow track.” + </p> + <p> + “Move along then,” said her brother; “show us the way and we will follow. + Go on, Ernest.” + </p> + <p> + But Ernest apparently had difficulty with his broncho so that he was found + at the rear of the line with Kathleen immediately in front of him. The cow + trail led out of the coolee over a shoulder of a wooded hill and down into + a ravine whose sharp sides made the riding even to those experienced + westerners a matter of difficulty, in places of danger. At the bottom of + the ravine a little torrent boiled and foamed on its way to join Wolf + Willow Creek a mile further down. After an hour's struggle with the + brushwood and fallen timber the party was halted by a huge spruce tree + which had fallen fair across the trail. + </p> + <p> + “Where now, boss?” cried Larry to Nora, who from her superior knowledge of + the ground, had been leading the party. + </p> + <p> + “This is something new,” answered Nora. “I think we should cross the water + and try to break through to the left around the top of the tree.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Ernest, “the right looks better to me, around the root here. It + is something of a scramble, but it is better than the left.” + </p> + <p> + “Come along,” said Nora; “this is the way of the trail, and we can get + through the brush of that top all right.” + </p> + <p> + “I am for the right. Come, let's try it, Kathleen, shall we?” said Ernest. + </p> + <p> + Kathleen hesitated. “Come, we'll beat them out. Right turn, march.” + </p> + <p> + The commanding tones of the young man appeared to dominate the girl. She + set her horse to the steep hillside, following her companion to the right. + A steep climb through a tangle of underbrush brought them into the cleared + woods, where they paused to breathe their animals. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that was splendidly done. You are a good horsewoman,” said Ernest. + “If you only had a horse as good as mine we could go anywhere together. + You deserve a better horse, too. I wonder if you know how fine you look.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear old Kitty is not very quick nor very beautiful, but she is very + faithful, and so kind,” said Kathleen, reaching down and patting her mare + on the nose. “Shall we go on?” + </p> + <p> + “We need not hurry,” replied her companion. “We have beaten them already. + I love the woods here, and, Kathleen, I have not seen you for ever so + long, for nine long months. And since your return fifteen days ago I have + seen you only once, only once.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry,” said Kathleen, hurrying her horse a little. “We happened to + be out every time you called.” + </p> + <p> + “Other people have seen you,” continued the young man with a note almost + of anger in his voice. “Everywhere I hear of you, but I cannot see you. At + church—I go to church to see you—but that, that Englishman is + with you. He walks with you, you go in his motor car, he is in your house + every day.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you talking about, Ernest? Mr. Romayne? Of course. Mother likes + him so much, and we all like him.” + </p> + <p> + “Your mother, ah!” Ernest's tone was full of scorn. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my mother—we all like him, and his sister, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, + you know. They are our nearest neighbours, and we have come to know them + very well. Shall we go on?” + </p> + <p> + “Kathleen, listen to me,” said the young man. + </p> + <p> + At this point a long call came across the ravine. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, there they are,” cried the girl. “Let's hurry, please do.” She + brought her whip down unexpectedly on Kitty's shoulders. The mare, + surprised at such unusual treatment from her mistress, sprang forward, + slipped on the moss-covered sloping rock, plunged, recovered herself, + slipped again, and fell over on her side. At her first slip, the young man + was off his horse, and before the mare finally pitched forward was at her + head, and had caught the girl from the saddle into his arms. For a moment + she lay there white and breathing hard. + </p> + <p> + “My God, Kathleen!” he cried. “You are hurt? You might have been killed.” + His eyes burned like two blazing lights, his voice was husky, his face + white. Suddenly crushing her to him, he kissed her on the cheek and again + on her lips. The girl struggled to get free. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let me go, let me go,” she cried. “How can you, how can you?” + </p> + <p> + But his arms were like steel about her, and again and again he continued + to kiss her, until, suddenly relaxing, she lay white and shuddering in his + arms. + </p> + <p> + “Kathleen,” he said, his voice hoarse with passion, “I love you, I love + you. I want you. Gott in Himmel, I want you. Open your eyes, Kathleen, my + darling. Speak to me. Open your eyes. Look at me. Tell me you love me.” + But still she lay white and shuddering. Suddenly he released her and set + her on her feet. She stood looking at him with quiet, searching eyes. + </p> + <p> + “You love me,” she said, her voice low and quivering with a passionate + scorn, “and you treat me so? Let us go.” She moved toward her horse. + </p> + <p> + “Kathleen, hear me,” he entreated. “You must hear me. You shall hear me.” + He caught her once more by the arm. “I forgot myself. I saw you lying + there so white. How could I help it? I meant no harm. I have loved you + since you were a little girl, since that day I saw you first herding the + cattle. You had a blue dress and long braids. I loved you then. I have + loved you every day since. I think of you and I dream of you. The world is + full of you. I am offering you marriage. I want you to be my wife.” The + hands that clutched her arm were shaking, his voice was thick and broken. + But still she stood with her face turned from him, quietly trying to break + from his grasp. But no word did she speak. + </p> + <p> + “Kathleen, I forgot myself,” he said, letting go of her arm. “I was wrong, + but, my God, Kathleen, I am not stone, and when I felt your heart beat + against mine—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” she cried, shuddering and drawing further away from him. + </p> + <p> + “—and your face so white, your dear face so near mine, I forgot + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the girl, turning her face toward him and searching him with + her quiet, steady, but contemptuous eyes, “you forgot me.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + EXCEPT HE STRIVE LAWFULLY + </h3> + <p> + The Wolf Willow Dominion Day Celebration Committee were in session in the + schoolhouse with the Reverend Evans Rhye in the chair, and all of the + fifteen members in attendance. The reports from the various sub-committees + had been presented and approved. + </p> + <p> + The programme for the day was in the parson's hand. “A fine programme, + ladies and gentlemen, thanks to you all, and especially to our friend + here,” said Mr. Rhye, placing his hand on Larry's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + A chorus of approval greeted his remark, but Larry protested. “Not at all. + Every one was keen to help. We are all tremendous Canadians and eager to + celebrate Dominion Day.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let us go over it again,” said Mr. Rhye. “The football match with + the Eagle Hill boys is all right. How about the polo match with the High + River men, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “The captain of the High River team wrote to express regret that two of + his seniors would not be available, but that he hoped to give us a decent + game.” + </p> + <p> + “There will only be one fault with the dinner and the tea, Mrs. Kemp.” + </p> + <p> + “And what will that be, sir?” enquired Mrs. Kemp, who happened to be + Convener of the Refreshment Committee. + </p> + <p> + “They will receive far too much for their money,” said Mr. Rhye. “How + about the evening entertainment, Larry?” he continued. + </p> + <p> + “Everything is all right, I think, sir,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Are the minstrels in good form?” enquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “This is + your last appearance, you know, and you must go out in a blaze of glory.” + </p> + <p> + “We hope to get through somehow,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “And the speakers?” enquired Mr. Rhye. + </p> + <p> + “Both will be on hand. Mr. Gilchrist promises a patriotic address. Mr. + Alvin P. Jones will represent Wolf Willow in a kind of local glorification + stunt.” + </p> + <p> + “This is all perfectly splendid,” said Mr. Rhye, “and I cannot tell you + how grateful I am to you all. We ought to have a memorable day to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + And a memorable day it was. The weather proved worthy of Alberta's best + traditions, for it was sunny, with a fine sweeping breeze to temper the + heat and to quicken the pulses with its life-bringing ozone fresh from the + glacier gorges and the pine forests of the Rockies. + </p> + <p> + The captain of the Wolf Willow football team was awake and afoot soon + after break of day that he might be in readiness for the Eagle Hill team + when they arrived. Sam was in his most optimistic mood. His team, he knew, + were in the finest condition and fit for their finest effort. Everything + promised victory. But alas! for Sam's hopes. At nine o'clock a staggering + blow fell when Vial, his partner on the right wing of the forward line, + rode over with the news that Coleman, their star goal-keeper, their + ultimate reliance on the defence line, had been stepped on by a horse and + rendered useless for the day. It was, indeed, a crushing calamity. Sam + spent an hour trying to dig up a substitute. The only possible substitutes + were Hepworth and Biggs, neither of them first class men but passable, and + Fatty Rose. The two former, however, had gone for the day to Calgary, and + Fatty Rose was hopelessly slow. Sam discussed the distressing situation + with such members of the team as could be hastily got together. + </p> + <p> + “Dere's dat new feller,” suggested Joe. + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” said Vial, familiarly known as Bottles. “That chap Sykes, + Farwell's friend. He's a dandy dribbler. He could take Cassap's place on + left wing and let Cassap take goal.” + </p> + <p> + With immense relief the team accepted this solution of the difficulty. But + gloom still covered Sam's face. “He's only been here two weeks,” he said, + “and you know darn well the rule calls for four.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, hang it!” said Bottles, “he's going to be a resident all right. He's + a real resident right now, and anyway, they won't know anything about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, cut it out,” said Sam, suddenly flaring into wrath. “You know we + can't do that sort of thing. It ain't the game and we ain't goin' to do + it.” + </p> + <p> + “What ain't the game?” enquired Larry, who had come upon the anxious and + downcast group. + </p> + <p> + Farwell told him the calamitous news and explained the problem under + discussion. “We'd play Sykes, only he hasn't been here a month yet, and + Sam won't stand for it,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Of course Sam won't stand for it, and the Captain is right,” said Larry. + “Is there nobody else, Sam?” Sam shook his head despondently. “Would I be + any good, Sam? I am not keen about it, but if you think I could take + Cassap's place on left wing, he could take goal.” + </p> + <p> + Sam brightened up a little. “Guess we can't do no better,” he said + doubtfully. “I mean,” he added in answer to the shout of laughter from the + team—“Aw, shut up, can that cackle. We know the Master hates + football an' this is goin' to be a real fightin' game. He'll get all + knocked about an' I don't want that. You know he'll be takin' all kinds of + chances.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, quit, Sam. I am in pretty good shape,” said Larry. “They can't kill + me. That's the best I can do anyway, so let's get to them.” + </p> + <p> + The situation was sufficiently gloomy to stir Joe to his supremest efforts + and to kindle Sam's spirit to a blazing flame. “We don't need Sykes nor + nobody else,” he shouted to his men as they moved on to the field. “They + can wear their boots out on that defence line of ours an' be derned to + 'em. An', Bottles, you got to play the game of your life to-day. None of + your fancy embroidery, just plain knittin'. Every feller on the ball an' + every feller play to his man. There'll be a lot of females hangin' around, + but we don't want any frills for the girls to admire. But all at it an' + all the time.” Sam's little red eyes glowed with even a more fiery hue + than usual; his rat-like face assumed its most belligerent aspect. + </p> + <p> + Before the match Larry took the Eagle Hill captain, a young Englishman who + had been trying for ten years to make a living on a ranch far up among the + foothills and was only beginning to succeed, to his mother, who had been + persuaded to witness the game. They found her in Kathleen's care and under + instruction from young Farwell as to the fundamental principles of the + game. Near them a group of men were standing, among whom were Switzer, + Waring-Gaunt, and Jack Romayne, listening to Farwell's dissertation. + </p> + <p> + “You see, Mrs. Gwynne,” he said, “no one may handle the ball—head, + feet, body, may be used, but not the hands.” + </p> + <p> + “But I understand they sometimes hurt each other, Mr. Farwell.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, accidents will happen even on the farm, Mrs. Gwynne. For instance, + Coleman this morning had a horse step on his foot, necessitating Larry's + going on.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Lawrence going to play?” said Mrs. Gwynne. “Ah, here he is. Lawrence, + are you in good condition? You have not been playing.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not really very fit, Mother, not very hard, but I have been running + a good deal. I don't expect I shall be much use. Sam is quite dubious + about it.” + </p> + <p> + “He will be all right, Mrs. Gwynne,” said Farwell confidently. “He is the + fastest runner in the team. If he were only twenty pounds heavier and if + he were a bit more keen about the game he would be a star.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don't they play Sykes?” inquired Kathleen. “I heard some of the boys + say this morning that Sykes was going to play. He is quite wonderful, I + believe.” + </p> + <p> + “He is,” replied Larry, “quite wonderful, but unfortunately he is not + eligible. But let me introduce Mr. Duckworth, Captain of our enemy.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne received the young man with a bright smile. “I am sorry I + cannot wish you victory, and all the more now that my own son is to be + engaged. But I don't understand, Larry,” she continued, “why Mr. Sykes + cannot play.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, because there's a League regulation, Mother, that makes a month's + residence in the district necessary to a place on the team. Unfortunately + Sykes has been here only two weeks, and so we are unwilling to put one + over on our gallant foe. Got to play the game, eh, Duckworth?” + </p> + <p> + Duckworth's face grew fiery red. “Yes, certainly,” he said. “Rather an + awkward rule but—” + </p> + <p> + “You see, Mother, we want to eliminate every sign of professionalism,” + said Larry, “and emphasise the principle of local material for clubs.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I see, and a very good idea, I should say,” said his mother. “The + Eagle Hill team, for instance, will be made up of Eagle Hill men only. + That is really much better for the game because you get behind your team + all the local pride and enthusiasm.” + </p> + <p> + “A foolish rule, I call it,” said Switzer abruptly to Kathleen, “and you + can't enforce it anyway. Who can tell the personality of a team ten, + twenty or fifty miles away?” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy they can tell themselves,” said Jack Romayne. “Their Captain can + certify to his men.” + </p> + <p> + “Aha!” laughed Switzer. “That's good. The Captain, I suppose, is keen to + win. Do you think he would keep a man off his team who is his best player, + and who may bring him the game?” Switzer's face was full of scorn. + </p> + <p> + “I take it they are gentlemen,” was Romayne's quiet rejoinder. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, Mr. Romayne,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “That gets rid of all the + difficulty. Otherwise it seems to me that all the pleasure would be gone + from the contest, the essential condition of which is keeping to the + rules.” + </p> + <p> + “Good for you, Mother. You're a real sport,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Besides,” replied his mother, “we have Scripture for it. You remember + what it says? 'If a man strive for masteries yet is he not crowned except + he strive lawfully.' 'Except he strive lawfully,' you see. The crown he + might otherwise win would bring neither honour nor pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Good again, Mother. You ought to have a place on the League committee. We + shall have that Scripture entered on the rules. But I must run and dress. + Farwell, you can take charge of Duckworth.” + </p> + <p> + But Duckworth was uneasy to be gone. “If you will excuse me, Mrs. Gwynne, + I must get my men together.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Duckworth,” said Mrs. Gwynne, smiling on him as she gave him + her hand, “I am sorry we cannot wish you a victory, but we can wish you + your very best game and an honourable defeat.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Duckworth. “I feel you have done your best.” + </p> + <p> + “Come and see us afterward, Mr. Duckworth. What a splendid young man,” she + continued, as Duckworth left the party and set off to get his men together + with the words “except he strive lawfully” ringing in his ears. + </p> + <p> + “She's a wonder,” he said to himself. “I wonder how it is she got to me as + she has. I know. She makes me think—” But Duckworth refused even to + himself to say of whom she made him think. “Except he strive lawfully” the + crown would bring “neither honour nor pleasure.” Those words, and the face + which had suddenly been recalled to Duckworth's memory reconstructed his + whole scheme of football diplomacy. “By George, we cannot play Liebold; we + can't do it. The boys will kick like steers, but how can we? I'm up + against a fierce proposition, all right.” + </p> + <p> + And so he found when he called his men together and put to them the + problem before him. “It seems a rotten time to bring this matter up just + when we are going on to the ground, but I never really thought much about + it till that little lady put it to me as I told you. And, fellows, I have + felt as if it were really up to me to put it before you. They have lost + their goal man, Coleman—there's no better in the League—and + because of this infernal rule they decline to put on a cracking good + player. They are playing the game on honour, and they are expecting us to + do the same, and as that English chap says, they expect us to be + gentlemen. I apologise to you all, and if you say go on as we are, I will + go on because I feel I ought to have kicked before. But I do so under + protest and feeling like a thief. I suggest that Harremann take Liebold's + place. Awfully sorry about it, Liebold, and I apologise to you. I can't + tell you how sorry I am, boys, but that's how it is with me.” + </p> + <p> + There was no time for discussion, and strangely enough there was little + desire for it, the Captain's personality and the action of the Wolf Willow + team carrying the proposition through. Harremann took his place on the + team, and Liebold made his contribution that day from the side lines. But + the team went on to the field with a sense that whatever might be the + outcome of the match they had begun the day with victory. + </p> + <p> + The match was contested with the utmost vigour, not to say violence; but + there was a absence of the rancour which had too often characterised the + clashing of these teams on previous occasions, the Eagle Hill team + carrying on to the field a new respect for their opponents as men who had + shown a true sporting spirit. And by the time the first quarter was over + their action in substituting an inferior player for Liebold for honour's + sake was known to all the members of the Wolf Willow team, and awakened in + them and in their friends among the spectators a new respect for their + enemy. The match resulted in a victory for the home team, but the generous + applause which followed the Eagle Hill team from the field and which + greeted them afterward at the dinner where they occupied an honoured place + at the table set apart for distinguished guests, and the excellent dinner + provided by the thrifty Ladies' Aid of All Saints Church went far to + soothe their wounded spirits and to atone for their defeat. + </p> + <p> + “Awfully fine of you, Duckworth,” said Larry, as they left the table + together. “That's the sort of thing that makes for clean sport.” + </p> + <p> + “I promised to see your mother after the match,” said Duckworth. “Can we + find her now?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Gwynne received the young man with hand stretched far out to meet + him. + </p> + <p> + “You made us lose the game, Mrs. Gwynne,” said Duckworth in a half-shamed + manner, “and that is one reason why I came to see you again.” + </p> + <p> + “I?” exclaimed Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you quoted Scripture against us, and you know you can't stand up + against Scripture and hope to win, can you?” said Duckworth with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down here beside me, Mr. Duckworth,” she said, her eyes shining. “I + won't pretend not to understand you;” she continued when he had taken his + place beside her. “I can't tell you how proud I am of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Duckworth. “I like to hear that. You see I never thought + about it very much. I am not excusing myself.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I know you are not, but I heard about it, Mr. Duckworth. We all think + so much of you. I am sure your mother is proud of you.” + </p> + <p> + Young Duckworth sat silent, his eyes fastened upon the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Please forgive me. Perhaps she is—no longer with you,” said Mrs. + Gwynne softly, laying her hand upon his. Duckworth nodded, refusing to + look at her and keeping his lips firmly pressed together. “I was wrong in + what I said just now,” she continued. “She is with you still; she knows + and follows all your doings, and I believe she is proud of you.” + </p> + <p> + Duckworth cleared his throat and said with an evident effort, “You made me + think of her to-day, and I simply had to play up. I must go now. I must + see the fellows.” He rose quickly to his feet. + </p> + <p> + “Come and see us, won't you?” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Won't I just,” replied Duckworth, holding her hand a moment or two. “I + can't tell you how glad I am that I met you to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, wait, Mr. Duckworth. Nora, come here. I want you to meet my second + daughter. Nora, this is Mr. Duckworth, the Captain.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I know him, the Captain of the enemy,” cried Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Of our friends, Nora,” said her mother. + </p> + <p> + “All right, of our friends, now that we have beaten you, but I want to + tell you, Mr. Duckworth, that I could gladly have slain you many times + to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “And why, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you were so terribly dangerous, and as for Larry, why you just played + with him. It was perfectly maddening to me.” + </p> + <p> + “All the same your brother got away from me and shot the winning goal. + He's fearfully fast.” + </p> + <p> + “A mere fluke, I tell him.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you think it for one little minute. It was a neat bit of work.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + THE SPIRIT Of CANADA + </h3> + <p> + Whatever it was that rendered it necessary for Duckworth to “see the + fellows,” that necessity vanished in the presence of Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going to take in the polo?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Am I? Am I going to continue breathing?” cried Nora. “Come along, Mother, + we must go if we are to get a good place.” + </p> + <p> + “May I find one for you,” said Mr. Duckworth, quite forgetting that he + “must see the fellows,” and thinking only of his good luck in falling in + with such a “stunning-looking girl.” He himself had changed into flannels, + and with his athletic figure, his brown, healthy face, brown eyes and + hair, was a thoroughly presentable young man. He found a place with ease + for his party, a dozen people offering to make room for them. As Mr. + Duckworth let his eyes rest upon the young lady at his side his sense of + good-fortune grew upon him, for Nora in white pique skirt and batiste + blouse smartly girdled with a scarlet patent leather belt, in white canvas + shoes and sailor hat, made a picture good to look at. Her dark olive brown + skin, with rich warm colour showing through the sunburn of her cheeks, her + dark eyes, and her hair for once “done up in style” under Kathleen's + supervision, against the white of her costume made her indeed what her + escort thought, “a stunning-looking girl.” Usually careless as to her + appearance, she had yielded to Kathleen's persuasion and had “gotten + herself up to kill.” No wonder her friends of both sexes followed her with + eyes of admiration, for no one envied Nora, her frank manner, her generous + nature, her open scorn at all attempts to win admiration, made her only + friends. + </p> + <p> + “Bring your mother over here,” cried Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, who rejoiced + exceedingly in the girl's beauty. “Why, how splendidly you are looking + to-day,” she continued in a more confidential tone as the party grouped + themselves about her. “What have you been doing to yourself? You are + looking awfully fine.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I?” said Nora, exceedingly pleased with herself. “I am awfully glad. + It is all Kathleen's doing. I got me the belt and the hat new for this + show.” + </p> + <p> + “Very smart, that belt, my dear,” said her friend. + </p> + <p> + “I rather fancy it myself, and Kathleen would do up my hair in this new + way,” said Nora, removing her hat that the full glory of her coiffure + might appear. “Do you like it?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly spiffing!” ejaculated Mr. Duckworth, who had taken a seat just + behind her chair. + </p> + <p> + Nora threw him a challenging glance that made that young man's heart skip + a beat or two as all the excitements of the match had not. + </p> + <p> + “Are you a judge?” said the girl, tipping her saucy chin at him. + </p> + <p> + “Am I? With four sisters and dozens of cousins to practise on, I fancy I + might claim to be a regular bench show expert.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” cried Nora with sudden animation, “you are the very man I want.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you so much,” replied Mr. Duckworth fervently. + </p> + <p> + “I mean, perhaps you can advise me. Now as you look at me—” The + young man's eyes burned into hers so that with all her audacity Nora felt + the colour rising in her face. “Which would you suggest as the most + suitable style for me, the psyche knot or the neck roll?” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon? I rather—” + </p> + <p> + “Or would you say the French twist?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, the French twist—” + </p> + <p> + “Or simply marcelled and pomped?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid—” + </p> + <p> + “Or perhaps the pancake or the coronet?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the young man, desperately plunging, “the coronet I should + say would certainly not be inappropriate. It goes with princesses, + duchesses and that sort of thing. Don't you think so, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt?” + said Duckworth, hoping to be extricated. That lady, however, gave him no + assistance but continued to smile affectionately at the girl beside her. + “What style is this that you have now adopted, may I ask?” inquired Mr. + Duckworth cautiously. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's a combination of several. It's a creation of Kathleen's which + as yet has received no name.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it should be named at once,” said Duckworth with great emphasis. + “May I suggest the Thunderbolt? You see, of course—so stunning.” + </p> + <p> + “They are coming on,” cried Nora, turning her shoulder in disdain upon the + young man. “Look, there's your brother, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. I think he is + perfectly splendid.” + </p> + <p> + “Which is he?” said Mr. Duckworth, acutely interested. + </p> + <p> + “That tall, fine-looking man on the brown pony.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, I see. Met him this morning. By Jove, he is some looker too,” + replied Mr. Duckworth with reluctant enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “And there is the High River Captain,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “on the + grey.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, Monteith, he played for All Canada last year, didn't he?” said + Nora with immense enthusiasm. “He is perfectly splendid.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear the High River club has really sent only its second team, or at + least two of them,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “Certainly Tremaine is not + with them.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope they get properly trimmed for it,” said Nora, indignantly. “Such + cheek!” + </p> + <p> + The result of the match quite exceeded Nora's fondest hopes, for the High + River team, having made the fatal error of despising the enemy, suffered + the penalty of their mistake in a crushing defeat. It was certainly a + memorable day for Wolf Willow, whose inhabitants were exalted to a height + of glory as they never experienced in all their history. + </p> + <p> + “Serves us right,” said Monteith, the High River Captain, apologising for + his team's poor display to his friend, Hec Ross, who had commanded the + Wolf Willow team. “We deserved to be jolly well licked, and we got what + was coming to us.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we're not worrying,” replied the Wolf Willow Captain, himself a + sturdy horseman and one of the most famous stick handlers in the West. “Of + course, we know that if Murray and Knight had been with you the result + would have been different.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not at all sure about that,” replied Monteith. “That new man of + yours, Romayne, is a wonder. Army man, isn't he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, played in India, I believe.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no wonder he's such a don at it. You ought to get together a great + team here, Ross, and I should like to bring our team down again to give + you a real game.” + </p> + <p> + “When?” + </p> + <p> + “Say two weeks. No. That throws it a little late for the harvest. Say a + week from to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall let you know to-night,” said Ross. “You are staying for the + spellbinding fest and entertainment, are you not?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing; we are out for the whole day. Who are on for the speaking?” + </p> + <p> + “Gilchrist for one, our Member for the Dominion, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, strong man, I believe. He's a Liberal, of Course.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied Ross, “he's a Grit all right, hide-bound too—” + </p> + <p> + “Which you are not, I take it,” replied Monteith with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Traditionally I am a Conservative,” said Ross, “but last election I voted + Liberal. I don't know how you were but I was keen on Reciprocity.” + </p> + <p> + “The contrary with me,” replied Monteith. “Traditionally I am a Liberal, + but I voted Conservative.” + </p> + <p> + “You voted against Reciprocity, you a western man voted against a better + market for our wheat and stuff, and against cheaper machinery?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I knew quite well it would give us a better market for our grain + here, and it would give us cheaper machinery too, but—do you really + care to know why I switched?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing; I'd like awfully to hear if you don't mind. We are not + discussing politics, you understand.” + </p> + <p> + “No. Well,” said Monteith, “two things made me change my party. In the + first place, to be quite frank, I was afraid of American domination. We + are a small people yet. Their immense wealth would overwhelm our + manufacturers and flood our markets with cheap stuff, and with trade + dominance there would more easily go political dominance. You remember + Taft's speech? That settled it for me. That was one thing. The other was + the Navy question. I didn't like Laurier's attitude. I am a Canadian, born + right here in Alberta, but I am an Imperialist. I am keen about the Empire + and that sort of thing. I believe that our destiny is with the Empire and + that with the Empire we shall attain to our best. And since the Empire has + protected us through all of our history, I believe the time has come when + we should make our contribution to its defence. We ought to have a fleet, + and that fleet in time of war should automatically be merged with the + Imperial Navy. That's how I felt at the last election. This autonomy stuff + of Laurier's is all right, but it should not interfere with Imperial + unity.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a funny thing,” replied Ross. “I take the opposite side on both + these points. I was born in the Old Country and like most Old Country + people believe in Free Trade. So I was keen to wipe out all barriers + between the United States and ourselves in trade. I believe in trading + wherever you can get the best terms. As for American domination, I have + not the slightest fear in the world of the Yankees. They might flood our + markets at first, probably would, but they would certainly bring in + capital. We need capital badly, you know that. And why should not + factories be established on this side of the line with American money? + Pennsylvania does not hurt New York, nor Illinois Dakota. Why then, with + all trade barriers thrown down, should the United States hurt Canada? And + then on the other side, we get a market for everything we grow at our + doors. Reciprocity looked good to me. As for imperilling our Imperial + connections—I do not mean to be offensive at all—of course you + see what your position amounts to—that our financial interests would + swamp our loyalty, that our loyalty is a thing of dollars and cents. My + idea is that nothing in the world from the outside can ever break the + bonds that hold Canada to the Empire, and after all, heart bonds are the + strong bonds. Then in regard to the Navy, I take the other view from you + also. I believe I am a better Canadian than you, although I am not + Canadian born. I think there's something awfully fine in Canada's splendid + independence. She wants to run her own ranch, and by George she will, and + everything on it. She is going to boss her own job and will allow no one + else to butt in. I agree with what you say about the Empire. Canada ought + to have a Navy and quick. She ought to take her share of the burden of + defence. But I agree here with Laurier. I believe her ships should be + under her own control. For after all only the Canadian Government has the + right to speak the word that sends them out to war. Of course, when once + Canada hands them over to the Imperial Navy, they will fall into line and + take their orders from the Admiral that commands the fleet. Do you know I + believe that Laurier is right in sticking out for autonomy.” + </p> + <p> + “I am awfully interested in what you say, and I don't believe we are so + far apart. It's a thousand pities they did not keep together in the + Commons. They could easily have worked it out.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it was a beastly shame,” replied Ross. + </p> + <p> + “But isn't it rather queer,” said Monteith, “and isn't it significant, + too? Here I am, born in Canada, sticking out against reciprocity and + anxious to guard our Imperial connection and ready to hand our Navy clean + over to the Imperial authorities, and on the other hand, there you are, + born in the Old Country, you don't appear to care a darn about Imperial + connections. You let that take care of itself, and you stick up for + Canadian autonomy to the limit.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, for one thing,” replied Ross, “we ought to get together on the Navy + business. On the trade question we represent, of course, two schools of + economics, but we ought not to mix up the flag with our freight. This + flag-flapping business makes me sick.” + </p> + <p> + “There you are again,” said Monteith. “Here I am, born right here in the + West, and yet I believe in all the flag-flapping you can bring about and + right here in this country too. Why, you know how it is with these + foreigners, Ruthenians, Russians, Germans, Poles. Do you know that in + large sections of this western country the foreign vote controls the + election? I believe we ought to take every means to teach them to love the + flag and shout for it too. Oh, I know you Old Country chaps. You take the + flag for granted, and despise this flag-raising business. Let me tell you + something. I went across to Oregon a little while ago and saw something + that opened my eyes. In a little school in the ranching country in a + settlement of mixed foreigners—Swedes, Italians, Germans, Jews—they + had a great show they called 'saluting the flag.' Being Scotch you despise + the whole thing as a lot of rotten slushy sentimentality, and a lot of + Canadians agree with you. But let me tell you how they got me. I watched + those kids with their foreign faces, foreign speech—you ought to + hear them read—Great Scott, you'd have to guess at the language. + Then came this flag-saluting business. A kid with Yiddish written all over + his face was chosen to carry in the flag, attended by a bodyguard for the + colours, and believe me they appeared as proud as Punch of the honour. + They placed the flag in position, sang a hymn, had a prayer, then every + kid at a signal shot out his right hand toward the flag held aloft by the + Yiddish colour bearer and pledged himself, heart, and soul, and body, to + his flag and to his country. The ceremony closed with the singing of the + national hymn, mighty poor poetry and mighty hard to sing, but do you know + listening to those kids and watching their foreign faces I found myself + with tears in my eyes and swallowing like a darn fool. Ever since that day + I believe in flag-flapping.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you are right,” replied Ross. “You know we British folk are so + fearfully afraid of showing our feelings. We go along like graven images; + the more really stirred up, the more graven we appear. But suppose we move + over to the platform where the speechifying is to be done.” + </p> + <p> + In front of the school building a platform had been erected, and before + the stage, preparations had been made for seating the spectators as far as + the school benches and chairs from neighbours' houses would go. The + programme consisted of patriotic songs and choruses with contributions + from the minstrel company. The main events of the evening, however, were + to be the addresses, the principal speech being by the local member for + the Dominion Parliament, Mr. J. H. Gilchrist, who was to be followed by a + local orator, Mr. Alvin P. Jones, a former resident of the United States, + but now an enthusiastic, energetic and most successful farmer and business + man, possessing one of the best appointed ranches in Alberta. The chairman + was, of course, Reverend Evans Rhye. The parson was a little Welshman, fat + and fussy and fiery of temper, but his heart was warmly human, and in his + ministry he manifested a religion of such simplicity and devotion, of such + complete unselfishness as drew to him the loyal affection of the whole + community. Even such sturdy Presbyterians as McTavish, the Rosses, Angus + Frazer and his mother, while holding tenaciously and without compromise to + their own particular form of doctrine and worship, yielded Mr. Rhye, in + the absence of a church and minister of their own denomination, a support + and esteem unsurpassed even among his own folk. Their attitude was + considered to be stated with sufficient clearness by Angus Frazer in + McTavish's store one day. “I am not that sure about the doctrine, but he + has the right kind of religion for me.” And McTavish's reply was + characteristic: “Doctrine! He has as gude as you can expec' frae thae + Episcopawlian buddies. But he's a Godly man and he aye pays his debts + whatever,” which from McTavish was as high praise as could reasonably be + expected. + </p> + <p> + The audience comprised the total population of Wolf Willow and its + vicinity, as well as visitors from the country within a radius of ten or + fifteen miles. + </p> + <p> + Mr. J. H. Gilchrist, M. P., possessed the initial advantages of Scotch + parentage and of early Scotch training, and besides these he was a farmer + and knew the farmer's mind. To these advantages he added those of a course + of training in Toronto University in the departments of metaphysics and + economics, and an additional advantage of five years' pedagogical + experience. He possessed, moreover, the gift of lucid and forceful speech. + With such equipment small wonder that he was in demand for just such + occasions as a Dominion Day celebration and in just such a community as + Wolf Willow. The theme of his address was Canadian Citizenship, Its Duties + and Its Responsibilities, a theme somewhat worn but possessing the special + advantage of being removed from the scope of party politics while at the + same time affording opportunity for the elucidation of the political + principles of that party which Mr. Gilchrist represented, and above all + for a fervid patriotic appeal. With Scotch disdain of all that savoured of + flattery or idle compliment, Mr. Gilchrist plunged at once into the heart + of his subject. + </p> + <p> + “First, the area of Canada. Forty-six years ago, when Canada became a + nation, the Dominion possessed an area of 662,148 square miles; to-day her + area covers 3,729,665 square miles, one-third the total size of the + British Empire, as large as the continent of Europe without Russia, larger + by over one hundred thousand square miles than the United States.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear, hear,” cried an enthusiastic voice from the rear. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, water and snow,” in a rasping voice from old McTavish. + </p> + <p> + “Water and snow,” replied Mr. Gilchrist. “Yes, plenty of water, 125,000 + square miles of it, and a good thing it is too for Canada. Some people + sniff at water,” continued the speaker with a humorous glance at McTavish, + “but even a Scotchman may with advantage acknowledge the value of a little + water.” The crowd went off into a roar of laughter at the little Scotchman + who was supposed to be averse to the custom of mixing too much water with + his drink. + </p> + <p> + “My friend, Mr. McTavish,” continued the speaker, “has all a Scotchman's + hatred of bounce and brag. I am not indulging in foolish brag, but I + maintain that no Canadian can rightly prize the worth of his citizenship + who does not know something of his country, something of the wealth of + meaning lying behind that word 'Canada,' and I purpose to tell you this + evening something of some of Canada's big things. I shall speak of them + with gratitude and with pride, but chiefly with a solemnising sense of + responsibility. + </p> + <p> + “As for the 'water and the snow' question: Let me settle that now. Water + for a great inland continental country like ours is one of its most + valuable assets for it means three things. First, cheap transportation. We + have the longest continuous waterway in the world, and with two small + cuttings Canada can bring ocean-going ships into the very heart of the + continent. Second, water means climate rainfall, and there need be no fear + of snow and frost while great bodies of open water lie about. And third, + water power. Do you know that Canada stands first in the world in its + water power? It possesses twice the water power of the United States (we + like to get something in which we can excel our American cousins), and + lying near the great centres of population too. Let me give you three + examples. Within easy reach of Vancouver on the west coast there is at + least 350,000 horse power, of which 75,000 is now in use. Winnipeg, the + metropolitan centre of Canada, where more than in any place else can be + heard the heart beat of the Dominion, has 400,000 horse power available, + of which she now uses 50,000. Toronto lies within reach of the great + Niagara, whose power no one can estimate, while along the course of the + mighty St. Lawrence towns and cities lie within touch of water power that + is beyond all calculation as yet. And do you Alberta people realise that + right here in your own province the big Bassano Dam made possible by a + tiny stream taken from the Bow River furnishes irrigation power for over a + million acres? Perhaps that will do about the water.” + </p> + <p> + “Oo aye,” said McTavish, with profound resignation in his voice. “Ye'll + dae wi' that.” + </p> + <p> + “And snow,” cried the speaker. “We would not willingly be without our snow + in Canada. Snow means winter transport, better business, lumbering, and + above all, wheat. Where you have no snow and frost you cannot get the No. + 1 hard wheat. Don't quarrel with the snow. It is Canada's snow and frost + that gives her the first place in the world in wheat production. So much + for the water and the snow.” + </p> + <p> + McTavish hitched about uneasily. He wanted to have the speaker get done + with this part of his theme. + </p> + <p> + From Canada's area Mr. Gilchrist passed on to deal with Canada's + resources, warning his audience that the greater part of these resources + was as yet undeveloped and that he should have to indulge in loud-sounding + phrases, but he promised them that whatever words he might employ he would + still be unable to adequately picture to their imagination the magnitude + of Canada's undeveloped wealth. Then in a perfect torrent he poured forth + upon the people statistics setting forth Canada's possessions in mines and + forests, in fisheries, in furs, in agricultural products, and especially + in wheat. At the word “wheat” he pulled up abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “Wheat,” he exclaimed, “the world's great food for men. And Canada holds + the greatest wheat farm in all the world. Not long ago Jim Hill told the + Minneapolis millers that three-fourths of the wheat lands on the American + continent were north of the boundary line and that Canada could feed every + mouth in Europe. Our wheat crop this year will go nearly 250,000,000 + bushels, and this, remember, without fertilisation and with very poor + farming, for we Western Canadians are poor farmers. We owe something to + our American settlers who are teaching us something of the science and art + of agriculture. Remember, too, that our crop comes from only one-seventh + of our wheat lands. Had the other six-sevenths been cropped, our wheat + yield would be over three and a half billion bushels—just about the + world's supply. We should never be content till Canada does her full duty + to the world, till Canada gives to the world all that is in her power to + give. I make no apology for dwelling at such length upon Canada's extent + and resources. + </p> + <p> + “Now let me speak to you about our privileges and responsibilities as + citizens of this Dominion. Our possessions and material things will be our + destruction unless we use them not only for our own good, but for the good + of the world. And these possessions we can never properly use till we + learn to prize those other possessions of heart and mind and soul.” + </p> + <p> + With a light touch upon the activities of Canadians, in the development of + their country in such matters as transportation and manufactures, he + passed to a consideration of the educational, social, industrial, + political and religious privileges which Canadian citizens enjoyed. + </p> + <p> + “These are the things,” he cried, “that have to do with the nation's soul. + These are the things that determine the quality of a people and their + place among the nations, their influence in the world. In the matter of + education it is the privilege of every child in Canada to receive a sound + training, not only in the elementary branches of study, but even in higher + branches as well. In Canada social distinctions are based more upon worth + than upon wealth, more upon industry and ability than upon blue blood. + Nowhere in the world is it more profoundly true that + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “'A man's a man for a' that; + The rank is but the guinea's stamp; + The man's the gowd for a' that.'” + </pre> + <p> + At this old McTavish surprised the audience and himself by crying out, + “Hear-r-r, hear-r-r,” glancing round defiantly as if daring anyone to take + up his challenge. + </p> + <p> + “In matters of religion,” continued the speaker, “the churches of Canada + hold a position of commanding influence, not because of any privileges + accorded them by the State, nor because of any adventitious or + meretricious aids, but solely because of their ability to minister to the + social and spiritual needs of the people.” + </p> + <p> + Briefly the speaker proceeded to touch upon some characteristic features + of Canadian political institutions. + </p> + <p> + “Nowhere in the world,” he said, “do the people of a country enjoy a + greater measure of freedom. We belong to a great world Empire. This + connection we value and mean to cherish, but our Imperial relations do not + in the slightest degree infringe upon our liberties. The Government of + Canada is autonomous. Forty-six years ago the four provinces of Canada + were united into a single Dominion with representative Government of the + most complete kind. Canada is a Democracy, and in no Democracy in the + world does the will of the people find more immediate and more complete + expression than in our Dominion. With us political liberty is both a + heritage and an achievement, a heritage from our forefathers who made this + Empire what it is, and an achievement of our own people led by great and + wise statesmen. This priceless possession of liberty we shall never + surrender, for the nation that surrenders its liberty, no matter what + other possessions it may retain, has lost its soul.” + </p> + <p> + The address concluded with an appeal to the people for loyal devotion to + the daily duties of life in their various relations as members of + families, members of the community, citizens of the Province and of the + Dominion. In the applause that followed the conclusion of this address, + even old McTavish was observed to contribute his share with something + amounting almost to enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + THE SHADOW OF WAR + </h3> + <p> + It was finally agreed that a part at least of the responsibility for the + disturbance which marred the harmony of the Dominion Day celebration at + Wolf Willow upon this occasion must rest on the shoulders of Mr. Alvin P. + Jones. The impressive presentation by Mr. Gilchrist of Canada's greatness + and the splendour of her future appeared to stimulate Mr. Jones to unusual + flights of oratory. Under ordinary circumstances Mr. Jones' oratory was + characterised by such extraordinary physical vigour, if not violence, and + by such a fluency of orotund and picturesque speech, that with the + multitude sound passed for eloquence and platitudes on his lips achieved + the dignity of profound wisdom. Building upon the foundation laid by the + previous speaker, Mr. Jones proceeded to extol the grandeur of the + Dominion, the wonders of her possessions, the nobility of her people, the + splendour of her institutions, the glory of her future. He himself was not + by birth a Canadian, but so powerful a spell had the Dominion cast over + him that he had become a Canadian by adoption. Proud of his American birth + and citizenship, he was even more proud of his Canadian citizenship. He + saw before him a large number of American citizens who had come to throw + in their lot with the Dominion of Canada. He believed they had done a wise + thing, and that among the most loyal citizens of this Dominion none would + be found more devoted to the material welfare and the spiritual well-being + of Canada than those who came from the other side of the line. He saw a + number of those who were sometimes improperly called foreigners. He said + “improperly” because whatever their origin, whether Ruthenian, Swede, + French, German, or whatever their race might be, here they were simply + Canadians with all the rights of Canadian citizenship assured to them. He + was glad to see so many of his German friends present. They represent a + great nation whose achievements in every department of human activity, in + learning, in industrial enterprise, in commerce, were the envy and + admiration of the world (excursus here in glorification of the great + German people): To these, his German fellow citizens, he would say that no + matter how deep their devotion to the Vaterland (Mr. Jones pronounced it + with a “v”) he knew they would be loyal citizens of Canada. The German + Empire had its differences and disagreements with Great Britain, the + American Republic has had the same, and indeed it was possible that there + were a number present who might not cherish any very passionate regard for + the wealthy, complaisant, self-contained somewhat slow-going old + gentleman, John Bull. But here in Canada, we were all Canadians! First, + last and all the time, Canadians (great applause). Whatever might be said + of other countries, their wealth, their power, their glory, Canada was + good enough for him (more applause, followed by a further elaboration of + Canada's vast resources, etc., etc.). Canada's future was unclouded by the + political complications and entanglements of the older countries in + Europe. For one hundred years they had been at peace with the Republic + south of that imaginary line which delimited the boundaries, but which did + not divide the hearts of these two peoples (great applause). For his part, + while he rejoiced in the greatness of the British Empire he believed that + Canada's first duty was to herself, to the developing here of a strong and + sturdy national spirit. Canada for Canadians, Canada first, these were the + motives that had guided his life both in public service and as a private + citizen (loud applause). In this country there was a place for all, no + matter from what country they came, a place for the Ruthenian (enumeration + of the various European and Asiatic states from which potential citizens + of Canada had come). Let us join hands and hearts in building up a great + empire where our children, free from old-world entanglements, free to + develop in our own way our own institutions (eloquent passages on freedom) + in obedience to laws of our own making, defended by the strong arms and + brave hearts of our own sons, aided (here the speaker permitted himself a + smile of gentle humour) by the mighty wing of the American eagle + (references to the Monroe Doctrine and its protection of Canada's shores) + we shall abide in peace and security from all aggression and all alarm. + (Thunderous and continued applause, during which the speaker resumed his + seat.) + </p> + <p> + It was old McTavish who precipitated the trouble. The old Highlander + belonged to a family that boasted a long line of fighting forbears. Ever + since The Forty-five when the German king for the time occupying the + English throne astutely diverted the martial spirit of the Scottish clans + from the business of waging war against his own armies, their chief + occupation, to that of fighting his continental foes, The McTavish was to + be found ever in the foremost ranks of British men-of-war, joyously doing + battle for his clan and for his king, who, if the truth were told, he + regarded with scant loyalty. Like so many of the old timers in western + Canada, this particular McTavish had been at one time a servant of the + Hudson Bay Company and as such had done his part in the occupation, + peaceful and otherwise, of the vast territories administered by that great + trading company. In his fiery fighting soul there burned a passionate + loyalty to the name and fame of the land of his birth, and a passionate + pride in the Empire under whose flag the Company's ships had safely sailed + the northern seas and had safely traded in these vast wild lands for + nearly three hundred years. Deep as this loyalty and pride in the soul of + him there lay a cold suspicion of the Yankee. He had met him in those old + days of trade war, had suffered and had seen his Company suffer from his + wiles, and finally had been compelled to witness with bitter but + unavailing hate the steady encroachment of those rival traders upon the + ancient prerogatives and preserves of his own Company, once the sole and + undisputed lords of the northern half of the American continent. In the + person of Mr. Alvin P. Jones, McTavish saw the representative of those + ancient enemies of his, and in the oration to which he had just listened + he fancied he detected a note of disloyalty to the flag, a suggestion of a + break in the allegiance of Canada to the Empire, and worst of all, a hint + that Canada might safely depend for protection upon something other than + the naval power which had guarded the shores of his country these many + years from enemy invasion. These things wrought in old McTavish an + uncontrollable anger, and no sooner had the tumultuous applause died away + than he was on his feet and in a high, rasping voice demanding audience. + </p> + <p> + “Will ye per-r-rmit me, Mr. Chair-r-rman, a few words in regar-r-d to the + remarkable address to which we haf listened?” Permission was graciously + granted by the chairman, surprise and complaisant delight mantling the + steaming face of Mr. Alvin P. Jones, albeit at his heart there lurked a + certain uneasiness, for on more than one occasion had he suffered under + the merciless heckling of the little Scotchman. + </p> + <p> + “'Tis a wonderful address we haf been hearing, an eloquent address. Some + of it iss true an' some of it iss lies [commotion in the audience—the + smile on Mr. Alvin P. Jones's face slightly less expansive]. The speaker + has told us about Canada, its great extent, its vast r-r-resources. Some + of us haf known about these things while yet his mother was still sucking + him [snickers of delight from the younger members of the audience and + cries of, 'Go to it, Mack]. 'Tis a great Dominion whatefer and will be a + gr-r-reater Dominion yet so lang as it keeps to right ways. He has told us + of the mighty achievements of Cher-r-rmany. I will jist be askin' him what + has Cher-r-rmany done for this country or for any country but her ainsel? + She has cluttered us up wi' pot-metal, cutlery an' such things, an' cheap + cloth that ye can put yer finger through, an' that will be done in a + month's wear-r-ring. Musick, ye'll be sayin'! Musick! I was in Calgary not + long since. They took me to what they will be callin' a music-kale + [delighted roars of laughter from the audience]. A music-kale indeed! I + haf hear-r-rd of cauld kale an' het kale, of kale porridge an' kale brose, + but nefer haf I hear-r-rd before of a music-kale. Bless me, man, I cud + make neither head nor tail o' it, and they wer-r-re no better themsel's. + They had printed notes about it an' a bit man makin' a speech about it, + but not one of them knew a thing about the hale hypotheck. Musick, quare + musick I call it! If it is musick yer wantin', gif me Angus there wi' the + pipes [wild cheers testifying to Angus's popularity] or the master-r-r + himsel' an' the young lady here [this with a courteous bow to Miss + Switzer] wi' their feeddles. That's what I will be callin' musick. An' + lairnin'! Lairnin' that will lay sacraleegious hands upon the Sacred Word, + an' tear-r-r it to bits. That like thing the Cher-r-rman lairnin' is + doin', and ye can ask Mr. Rhye yonder. An' other things the Cher-r-rmans + are doin' that keep us all from restin' quiet in our beds. Let them come + her-r-re to us if they will. Let them come from all the countries of the + ear-r-rth. We will share wi' them what we haf, provided they will be + behavin' themsel's and mindin' their peeziness. But this man is sayin' + somethin' more. He is tellin' us how safe we are, an' that the great + Republic south o' us will be guar-r-rdin' us frae our enemies. I doubt it + will be the fox guar-r-rdin' the chicken frae the weasel. Now I'll ask + this gentleman what it is that has guar-r-rded these shores for the past + two hundred and fifty year-r-rs? I will tell him—the Br-r-ritish + Navy. What has kept the peace of Europe once an' again? The Br-r-ritish + Navy. Aye, what has protected America not once or twice frae her enemies? + The Br-r-ritish Navy, an' that same Br-r-ritish Navy is gude enough fer + me.” + </p> + <p> + The tumultuous din that followed the conclusion of the cantankerous little + Highlander's speech was beyond all words, but before the chairman could + get to his feet, through the uproar a voice strident with passion was + demanding a hearing. “Mr. Ernest Switzer has the floor,” said the + chairman. + </p> + <p> + The young man's face was white and his voice shaking when he began. “Mr. + Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: I stand here to claim the fair play that + you say is British for myself and for my race. I am a Canadian citizen. I + was born in America, but my blood is German. As a Canadian citizen, as an + American by birth, as a German by blood, I have been insulted to-night, + and I demand the right to reply to the man who has insulted me. There are + Canadians here to guard their own honour; the Americans can be trusted to + protect themselves. Germany is not here to refute the slanders uttered + against her, but I claim the honour to speak for that great nation, for + she is a great nation. There is none greater. There is none so great in + the world to-day.” The young man's voice rang out with passionate + conviction, his pale set face, his blue eyes flaming with rage proclaimed + the intensity of his emotion. Before his flaming passion the audience was + subdued into a silence tense and profound. “What has Germany done for the + world? this man asks. I would like to ask in reply where he has lived for + the last twenty-five years, and if during those years he has read anything + beyond his local newspaper? What has Germany done for the world? Germany + has shown the way to the world, even to America, in every activity of + life, in industrial organisation, in scientific inquiry in the laboratory + and in the practical application of science to every-day life. Where do + your philosophers go for their training? To German universities where they + seek to understand the philosophy of the immortal Emanuel Kant. Where in + the world has social reform reached its highest achievement? In Germany. + Where do you go for your models for municipal government? To Germany. + Mention any department of human enterprise to-day and in that department + Germany stands easily in the lead. This man asks what has kept Europe at + peace all these years, and suggests the British Navy, the one constant + menace to the peace of Europe and to the freedom of the seas. No, if you + ask who has kept the peace of Europe I will tell you. The German Kaiser, + Wilhelm II. To him and to the Empire of which he is the glorious head + Europe owes its peace and the world its greatest blessings to-day.” + </p> + <p> + When Switzer sat down a half a dozen men were on their feet demanding to + be heard. Above the din a quiet, but penetrating voice was distinguished. + “Mr. Romayne has the floor,” said the Reverend Mr. Rhye, who himself was + tingling with desire for utterance. Mr. Romayne's appearance and voice + suggested the boredom of one who felt the whole thing to be rather a + nuisance. + </p> + <p> + “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he began, “I must apologise for venturing to speak + at all, having so recently come to this country, though I am glad to say + that I have been received with such cordial kindness that I do not feel + myself a stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “You're all right, Jack,” cried a voice. “You're right at home.” + </p> + <p> + “I am at home,” said Jack, “and that is one thing that makes me able to + speak. Few of you can understand the feeling that comes to one who, + travelling six thousand miles away from the heart of the Empire, finds + himself still among his own folk and under the same old flag. Nor can I + express the immense satisfaction and pride that come to me when I find + here in this new world a virile young nation offering a welcome to men of + all nationalities, an equal opportunity to make home and fortune for + themselves, and find also these various nationalities uniting in the one + purpose of building solid and secure an outpost of the Empire to which we + all belong. I rise chiefly to say two things. The first is that if Germany + continues in her present mind she will be at war with our country within a + very short time. The young man who has just sat down assures us that + Germany is a great country. Let us at once frankly grant this fact, for + indeed it is a fact. Whether she is as wonderful or as great as she thinks + herself to be may be doubted. But it is of importance to know that the + opinion stated here to-night is the opinion held by the whole body of the + German people from the Kaiser to the lowest peasant in the Empire. The + universal conviction throughout that Empire is that not only is Germany + the greatest nation on earth, but that it has a divine mission to confer + her own peculiar quality of civilisation upon the other nations of Europe, + and indeed upon the whole world. We might not quarrel with Germany for + cherishing this pleasing opinion in regard to herself, but when this + opinion is wrought into a purpose to dominate the whole world in order + that this mission might be accomplished the thing takes on a somewhat + serious aspect. Let me repeat, Germany is a great nation, marvellously + organised in every department of her life, agricultural, manufacturing, + educational, commercial. But to what intent? What is the purpose + dominating this marvellous organisation? The purpose, Ladies and + Gentlemen, is war. The supreme industry of the German nation is the + manufacturing of a mighty war machine. I challenge the gentleman who has + just spoken to deny either of these statements, that Germany believes that + she has a definite mission to lift up the other nations of Europe to her + own high level and that to fulfil this mission it is necessary that she be + in a position of control.” The speaker paused for a moment or two. “He + cannot deny these because he knows they are true. The second thing I wish + to say is that the Kaiser means war and is waiting only for the favourable + moment. I believe it is correct to say that for many years after his + accession to the throne he used his influence on the side of peace, but I + have every reason to believe that for some years past he has cherished + another purpose, the purpose of war.” + </p> + <p> + At this point Switzer sprang to his feet and cried, “I challenge the truth + of that statement. Modern European history proves it to be false, and + again and again the Kaiser has prevented war. So much is this the case + that the trustees of the only European fund that recognises distinguished + service in the interests of peace bestowed upon the Kaiser the Nobel + Prize.” + </p> + <p> + “That is quite true,” replied Mr. Romayne. “But let me recall to this + young man's mind a few facts. In 1875 Bismarck was determined to make war + upon France. He was prevented by the united action of England and Russia. + Germany made the same attempt in '87 and '91. In 1905 so definite was the + threat of war that France avoided it only by dismissing her war minister, + Delcasse. Perhaps my young friend remembers the Casablanca incident in + 1908 where again the Kaiser threatened France with war. Indeed, for the + last twenty years, even while he was doubtless anxious to maintain peace, + he has been rattling his sword in his scabbard and threatening war against + the various nations of Europe. In most of these cases even when he wanted + peace he bluffed with threats of war. Then came the Agadir incident in + 1911 when once more the Kaiser bluffed. But Great Britain called his bluff + that time and the great War Lord had to back down with great loss of + prestige not only with his own people but with the whole of Europe. It + hurt the Kaiser to think that any nation in Europe should move in any + direction without his consent. Agadir taught him that he must quit + bluffing or make up his mind to fight.” + </p> + <p> + Again Switzer was upon his feet. “This is a slanderous falsehood,” he + cried. “How does this man know?” + </p> + <p> + “I happened to be there,” was the quiet reply. + </p> + <p> + “How do we know?” again cried Switzer. + </p> + <p> + “Will you kindly repeat that remark?” said Mr. Romayne quietly. + </p> + <p> + “I believe this statement,” shouted Switzer, “to be a slanderous + falsehood.” + </p> + <p> + “If you accuse me of falsehood,” said Romayne even more quietly, “that is + a matter of which we shall not discuss here, but later. But these + statements that I have made are history. All Germany knows, all Europe + knows, that at Agadir the Kaiser backed down. He was not ready to fight, + and he lost prestige by it. When Italy, one of the Triple Alliance, went + to war against Turkey without consulting him, this lowered still further + German prestige. In the late Balkan War Germany was again humiliated. She + backed the wrong horse. Her protege and pupil in war, Turkey, was + absolutely beaten. These things convince me that Germany knows that her + hope of dominating Europe is rapidly waning, and she believes that this + hope can only be realised by war and, therefore, I repeat that the Kaiser + and his people are only waiting a favourable moment to launch war upon + Europe and more particularly upon the British Empire, which, along with + the great American democracy, stands between her and the realisation of + her dream.” + </p> + <p> + “The British Empire!” cried Switzer scornfully as Romayne took his seat, + “the British Empire! at the first stern blow this ramshackle empire will + fall to pieces. Then Great Britain will be forced to surrender her robber + hold upon these great free states which she has stolen and which she now + keeps in chains.” (Cries of “Never!” “Rot!” “Shut your trap!”) Switzer + sprang to his feet and, shaking his fist in their faces, cried: “I know + what I am saying. This you will see before many months have passed.” + </p> + <p> + Again Romayne rose to his feet and waited till a silence fell upon the + audience. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said solemnly, “this German officer + knows what he is talking about. That Germany within a few months will make + her supreme attempt to smash the British Empire I believe is certain. I am + equally certain that the result of that attempt will not be what this + gentleman anticipates and desires.” + </p> + <p> + For some moments the silence remained unbroken. Then young Monteith sprang + to his feet and led the audience in a succession of mad cheers that + indicated the depth of passion to which they were stirred. After the + cheering had subsided Larry rose and in a slightly querulous tone and with + a humorous smile upon his face he said: + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Chairman, don't you think we are becoming unnecessarily serious? And + are there not certain things on which we all agree? First that we are all + Canadians, first, last and all the time. Secondly, that we greatly respect + and admire our American cousins and we desire only better mutual + acquaintance for our mutual good. Third, that we are loyal to and + immensely proud of our Empire, and we mean to stick to it. And fourth, + that Germany is a great country and has done great things for the world. + As to the historical questions raised, these are not settled by discussion + but by reliable historic documents. As to the prophecies made, we can + accept or reject them as we choose. Personally I confess that I am unable + to get up any real interest in this German war menace. I believe Germany + has more sense, not to say proper Christian feeling, than to plunge + herself and the world into war. I move, Mr. Chairman, that we pass to the + next order of business.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear! Hear!” cried some. “Go on with the programme.” + </p> + <p> + “No! No!” said others. “Let's have it out.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Chairman,” said Hec Ross, rising to his feet, “this thing is better + than any silly old programme, let's have it out.” + </p> + <p> + But the chairman, much against his inclination, for he was a fighter, + ruled otherwise. “The differences that separate us from one another here + to-night are not differences that can be settled by argument. They are + differences that are due partly to our history and partly to the ideals + which we cherish. We shall go on with the programme.” + </p> + <p> + At first the people were in no mood for mere amusement. They had been made + to face for a brief moment the great and stern reality of war. The words + and more the manner of Jack Romayne had produced a deep sense in their + minds of the danger of a European conflagration, and the ominous words of + the young German spoken as from intimate knowledge only served to deepen + the impression made by Romayne. But the feeling was transitory, and + speedily the possibility of war was dismissed as unthinkable. The bogey of + a German war was familiar and therefore losing its power to disturb them. + So after two or three musical numbers had been given the audience had + settled back into its normal state of mind which accepted peace as the + natural and permanent condition for the world. + </p> + <p> + The entertainment would have come to a perfectly proper and harmonious + close had it not been for the unrestrained exuberance of Sam's humorous + qualities on the one hand and the complete absence of sense of humour in + Ernest Switzer on the other. The final number on the programme, which was + to be a series of humorous character sketches, had been left entirely in + Sam's hands and consisted of a trilogy representing the characteristics as + popularly conceived of the French Canadian habitant, the humorous Irishman + and the obese Teuton. Sam's early association with the vaudeville stage + had given him a certain facility in the use of stage properties and + theatrical paraphernalia generally, and this combined with a decided gift + of mimicry enabled him to produce a really humorous if somewhat broadly + burlesqued reproduction of these characters. In the presentation of his + sketch Sam had reserved to the close his representation of the obese + Teuton. The doings of this Teuton, while sending the audience into roars + of laughter, had quite a different effect upon Switzer, who after a few + moments of wrathful endurance made toward the rear of the audience. + </p> + <p> + Meantime the obese Teuton has appeared upon the stage in a famished + condition demanding vociferously and plaintively from the world at large + sausage. But no sausage is available. At this point a stray dog wanders + upon the stage. With a cry of delight the famished Teuton seizes the + unfortunate cur and joyously announcing that now sausage he will have, + forthwith disappears. Immediately from the wings arise agonised canine + howlings with which mingles the crashing of machinery. Gradually the + howlings die into choking silence while the crash of the machinery + proceeds for a few moments longer. Thereupon reappears the Teuton, + ecstatic and triumphant, bearing with him a huge sausage, which he + proceeds to devour with mingled lamentations over his departed “hund” and + raptures over its metamorphosed condition. In the midst of this mingled + lamentation and rapture is heard in the distance upon a mouth organ band + the sound of the German national air. The Teuton is startled, drops his + sausage upon the stage and exclaiming “Der Kronprinz,” hastily beats a + retreat. + </p> + <p> + At the mention of this august name Switzer disappears from the rear of the + audience and makes his way to the back of the stage. In the meantime, to + the accompaniment of organs and drums, appears upon the stage no less a + personage than “der Kronprinz,” to the reproduction of whose features + Sam's peculiar facial appearance admirably lends itself. From this point + the action proceeds with increased rapidity. No sooner had “der + Kronprinz,” who is also in a famished condition, appeared upon the stage + than his eyes light upon the sausage. With a cry of delight he seizes it + and proceeds ravenously to devour it. But at the first mouthful renewed + howlings arise. “Der Kronprinz,” in a state of intense excitement, drops + his sausage and begins a wild search in the corners of the stage and in + the wings for the source of the uproar. The sausage thus abandoned, aided + by an invisible cord, wabbles off the stage before the eyes of the + wondering and delighted audience. Thereafter “der Kronprinz” reappears + with his “hund” under his arm and begins an active and distracted search + for his precious sausage. Disappointed in his search for the sausage and + rendered desperate by his famished condition, he seizes the wretched cur + and begins gnawing at the tail and retires from the scene, accompanied by + the howls of the unhappy canine and the applauding shouts of the audience. + </p> + <p> + Meantime while Sam is engaged in executing a lightning change from the + role of “der Kronprinz” to that of the original obese Teuton, Switzer + beside himself with rage comes upon him at the precise moment when he is + engaged in tying up his shoe preparatory to making his final entry upon + the stage. The posture is irresistibly inviting. The next instant the + astonished audience beholds the extraordinary spectacle of the obese + Teuton under the impulse of the irate Switzer's boot in rapid flight + across the stage upon all fours, bearing down with terrific speed upon the + rear of the unsuspecting chairman who, facing the audience and with a + genial smile upon his countenance, is engaged in applauding Sam's previous + performance. Making frantic but futile efforts to recover himself, Sam + plunges head on with resistless impact full upon the exact spot where the + legs of the parson effect a junction with the rest of his person and + carries that gentleman with him clear off the stage and fairly upon the + top of old McTavish, who at that moment is engaged in conversation with + little Miss Haight immediately behind him. Immediately there is a terrific + uproar, in which through the delighted yells of the crowd, the crashing of + the overturned chairs, and the general confusion could be heard the + shrieks of the little spinster and weird Scotch oaths from McTavish. After + the noise had somewhat subsided and when the confusion had been reduced to + a semblance of order, McTavish was discovered with his hand upon the + collar of the dazed parson who in turn held the obese Teuton in a firm and + wrathful grip, at which once more the whole crowd rocked with an unholy + but uncontrollable joy. + </p> + <p> + It was Larry who saved the situation by appearing upon the stage and + gravely announcing that this unfortunate catastrophe was due to a sudden + international upheaval which as usual in such cases had come about in an + absolutely unexpected manner and as a result of misunderstandings and + mistakes for which no one could be held responsible. He proposed in the + name of the audience votes of thanks to those who had laboured so + diligently to make the Dominion Day celebration so great a success, + especially to the ladies and gentlemen who had served upon the various + committees, to the speakers of the evening, to those who had provided the + entertainment, and last but not least to the chairman who had presided + with such grace and dignity over the proceedings of the evening. The + motion was carried with tumultuous applause, and after the singing of “The + Maple Leaf” and the national anthem, the meeting came to a close. + </p> + <p> + After the entertainment was over Larry and his mother slowly took the + trail homewards, declining many offers of a lift from their friends in + cars and carriages. It was the Harvest Moon. Upon the folds of the rolling + prairie, upon the round tops of the hills, upon the broad valleys, and + upon the far-away peaks in the west the white light lay thick and soft + like a mantle. Above the white-mantled world the concave of the sky hung + blue and deep and pricked out with pale star points. About the world the + night had thrown her mystic jewelled robes of white and blue, making a + holy shrine, a very temple of peace for God and man. For some minutes they + walked together in silence, after they had bidden good-night to the last + of their friends. + </p> + <p> + “What a world it is, Mother!” said Larry, gazing about him at the beauty + of the night. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but alas, alas, that God's own children should spoil all this glory + with hatred and strife! This very night in the unhappy Balkan States men + are killing each other. It is too sad and too terrible to think of. Oh, if + men would be content only to do justly by each other.” + </p> + <p> + “Those people of the Balkan States are semi-barbarians,” said Larry, “and + therefore war between them is to be expected; but I cannot get myself to + believe in the possibility of war between Christians, civilised nations + to-day. But, Mother, for the first time in my life, listening to those two + men, Romayne and Switzer, I had a feeling that war might be possible. + Switzer seemed so eager for it, and so sure about it, didn't he? And + Romayne, too, seemed ready to fight. But then I always remember that + military men and military nations are for ever talking war.” + </p> + <p> + “That is quite true, my dear,” said his mother. “I too find it difficult + to believe that war is possible in spite of what we have heard to-night. + Our Friends at Home do not believe that war is imminent. They tell me that + the feeling between Germany and Britain is steadily improving.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet two years ago, Mother, in connection with the Agadir incident war + might have happened any minute.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true,” replied his mother, “but every year of peace makes war + less likely. The Friends are working and praying for a better + understanding between these nations, and they are very confident that + these peace delegations that are exchanging visits are doing a great deal + for peace. Your Uncle Matthew, who has had a great deal to do with them, + is very hopeful that a few years of peace will carry us past the danger + point.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope so, Mother. I loathe the very thought of war,” said Larry. + “I think I am like you in this. I never did fight, you know; as a boy I + always got out of it. Do you know, Mother, I think I would be afraid to + fight.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” replied his mother. “Fighting is no work for man, but for + brute.” + </p> + <p> + “But you would not be afraid, Mother. I know you would stand up to + anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, no,” cried his mother. “I could stand up to very little. After + all, it is only God that makes strong to endure.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is not quite the question of enduring, it is not the suffering, + Mother. It is the killing. I don't believe I could kill a man, and yet in + the Bible they were told to kill.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely, Larry, we read our Bible somewhat differently these days. + Surely we have advanced since the days of Abraham. We do not find our Lord + and master commanding men to kill.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Mother, in these present wars should not men defend their women and + children from such outrages as we read about?” + </p> + <p> + “When it comes to the question of defending women and children it seems to + me that the question is changed,” said his mother. “As to that I can never + quite make up my mind, but generally speaking we hold that it is the + Cross, not the sword, that will save the world from oppression and break + the tyrant's power.” + </p> + <p> + “But after all, Mother,” replied Larry, “it was not Smithfield that saved + England's freedom, but Naseby.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps both Naseby and Smithfield,” said his mother. “I am not very wise + in these things.” + </p> + <p> + At the door of their house they came upon Nora sitting in the moonlight. + “Did you meet Ernest and Mr. Romayne?” she inquired. “They've only gone + five minutes or so. They walked down with us.” + </p> + <p> + “No, we did not meet them.” + </p> + <p> + “You must be tired after the wild excitement of the day, Mother,” said + Nora. “I think you had better go at once to bed. As for me, I am going for + a swim.” + </p> + <p> + “That's bully; I'm with you,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes they were dressed in their bathing suits, and, wrapped up + in their mackintosh coats, they strolled toward the little lake. + </p> + <p> + “Let's sit a few moments and take in this wonderful night,” said Nora. + “Larry, I want to talk to you about what we heard to-night from those two + men. They made me feel that war was not only possible but near.” + </p> + <p> + “It did not impress me in the very least,” said Larry. “They talked as + military men always talk. They've got the war bug. These men have both + held commissions in their respective armies. Romayne, of course, has seen + war, and they look at everything from the military point of view.” + </p> + <p> + As he was speaking there came across the end of the lake the sound of + voices. Over the water the still air carried the words distinctly to their + ears. + </p> + <p> + “Explain what?” It was Switzer's voice they heard, loud and truculent. + </p> + <p> + “Just what you meant by the words 'slanderous falsehood' which you used + to-night,” replied a voice which they recognised to be Jack Romayne's. + </p> + <p> + “I meant just what I said.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you mean to impugn my veracity, because—” + </p> + <p> + “Because what?” + </p> + <p> + “Because if you did I should have to slap your face just now.” + </p> + <p> + “Mein Gott! You—!” + </p> + <p> + “Not so loud,” said Romayne quietly, “unless you prefer an audience.” + </p> + <p> + “You schlap my face!” cried the German, in his rage losing perfect control + of his accent. “Ach, if you were only in my country, we could settle this + in the only way.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you will answer my question.” Romayne's voice was low and clear + and very hard. “Did you mean to call me a liar? Yes or no.” + </p> + <p> + “A liar,” replied the German, speaking more quietly. “No, it is not a + question of veracity. It is a question of historical accuracy.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, very well. That's all.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it is not all,” exclaimed the German. “My God, that I should have to + take insult from you! In this country of barbarians there is no way of + satisfaction except by the beastly, the savage method of fists, but some + day we will show you schwein of England—” + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” Romayne's voice came across the water with a sharp ring like the + tap of a hammer on steel. “You cannot use your hands, I suppose? That + saves you, but if you say any such words again in regard to England or + Englishmen, I shall have to punish you.” + </p> + <p> + “Punish me!” shouted the German. “Gott in Himmel, that I must bear this!” + </p> + <p> + “They are going to fight,” said Nora in an awed and horrified voice. “Oh, + Larry, do go over.” + </p> + <p> + “He-l-l-o,” cried Larry across the water. “That you, Switzer? Who is that + with you? Come along around here, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + There was a silence of some moments and then Romayne's voice came quietly + across the water. “That you, Gwynne? Rather late to come around, I think. + I am off for home. Well, Switzer, that's all, I think, just now. I'll say + good-night.” There was no reply from Switzer. + </p> + <p> + “You won't come then?” called Larry. “Well, goodnight, both of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, good-night,” came from both men. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think they will fight?” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not. There's Switzer riding off now. What fools they are.” + </p> + <p> + “And Jack Romayne is so quiet and gentlemanly,” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Quiet, yes, and gentlemanly, yes too. But I guess he'd be what Sam calls + a 'bad actor' in a fight. Oh, these men make me tired who can't have a + difference of opinion but they must think of fighting.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry, I don't understand you a bit,” cried Nora. “Of course they + want to fight when they get full of rage. I would myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you,” said Larry. “You are a real Irish terrier. You are like + father. I am a Quaker, or perhaps there's another word for it. I only hope + I shall never be called on to prove just what I am. Come on, let's go in.” + </p> + <p> + For a half hour they swam leisurely to and fro in the moonlit water. But + before they parted for the night Nora returned to the subject which they + had been discussing. + </p> + <p> + “Larry, I don't believe you are a coward. I could not believe that of + you,” she said passionately; “I think I would rather die.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, don't believe it then. I hope to God I am not, but then one can + never tell. I cannot see myself hitting a man on the bare face, and as for + killing a fellow being, I would much rather die myself. Is that being a + coward?” + </p> + <p> + “But if that man,” breathed Nora hurriedly, for the household were asleep, + “if that man mad with lust and rage were about to injure your mother or + your sisters—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Larry, drawing in his breath quickly, “that would be different, + eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Good-night, you dear goose,” said his sister, kissing him quickly. “I am + not afraid for you.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + MEN AND A MINE + </h3> + <p> + It was early in July that Mr. Gwynne met his family with a proposition + which had been elaborated by Ernest Switzer to form a company for the + working of Nora's mine. With characteristic energy and thoroughness + Switzer had studied the proposition from every point of view, and the + results of his study he had set down in a document which Mr. Gwynne laid + before his wife and children for consideration. It appeared that the mine + itself had been investigated by expert friends of Switzer's from the + Lethbridge and Crows' Nest mines. The reports of these experts were + favourable to a degree unusual with practical mining men, both as to the + quality and quantity of coal and as to the cost of operation. The quality + was assured by the fact that the ranchers in the neighbourhood for years + had been using the coal in their own homes. In addition to this Switzer + had secured a report from the Canadian Pacific Railway engineers showing + that the coal possessed high steaming qualities. And as to quantity, the + seam could be measured where the creek cut through, showing enough coal in + sight to promise a sufficient supply to warrant operation for years to + come. In brief, the report submitted by the young German was that there + was every ground for believing that a paying mine, possibly a great mine, + could be developed from the property on Mr. Gwynne's land. In regard to + the market, there was of course no doubt. Every ton of coal produced could + be sold at the mine mouth without difficulty. There remained only the + question of finance to face. This also Switzer had considered, and the + result of his consideration was before them in a detailed scheme. By this + scheme a local company was to be organised with a capitalisation of + $500,000, which would be sufficient to begin with. Of this amount $200,000 + should be assigned to the treasury, the remaining $300,000 disposed of as + follows: to Mr. Gwynne, as owner of the mine, should be allotted $151,000 + stock, thus giving him control; the remaining $149,000 stock should be + placed locally. The proposition contained an offer from Switzer to + organise the company and to place the stock, in consideration for which + service he asked a block of stock such as the directors should agree upon, + and further that he should be secretary of the company for a term of five + years at a salary of $2,000 per annum, which should be a first charge upon + the returns from the mine. + </p> + <p> + “Ernest insists on being secretary?” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, naturally. His interests are all here. He insists also that I be + president.” + </p> + <p> + “And why, Dad?” enquired Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Gwynne, with a slight laugh, “he frankly says he would + like to be associated with me in this business. Of course, he said some + nice things about me which I need not repeat.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh pshaw!” exclaimed Nora, patting him on the shoulder, “I thought you + were a lot smarter man than that. Can't you see why he wants to be + associated with you? Surely you don't need me to tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Nora dear, hush,” said her mother. + </p> + <p> + With an imploring look at her sister, Kathleen left the room. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, Mother, I think it is no time to hush. I will tell you, Dad, why + he wants to be associated with you in this coal mine business. Ernest + Switzer wants our Kathleen. Mother knows it. We all know it.” + </p> + <p> + Her father gazed at her in astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Surely this is quite unwarranted, Nora,” he said. “I cannot allow a + matter of this kind to be dragged into a matter of business.” + </p> + <p> + “How would it do to take a few days to turn it over in our minds?” said + his wife. “We must not forget, dear,” she continued, a note of grave + anxiety in her voice, “that if we accept this proposition it will mean a + complete change in our family life.” + </p> + <p> + “Family life, Mother,” said Mr. Gwynne with some impatience. “You don't + mean—” + </p> + <p> + “I mean, my dear,” replied the mother, “that we shall no longer be + ranchers, but shall become coal miners. Let us think it over and perhaps + you might consult with some of our neighbours, say with Mr. Waring-Gaunt.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, surely,” replied her husband. “Your advice is wise, as always. I + shall just step over to Mr. Waring-Gaunt's immediately.” + </p> + <p> + After Mr. Gwynne's departure, the others sat silent for some moments, + their minds occupied with the question raised so abruptly by Nora. + </p> + <p> + “You may as well face it, Mother,” said the girl. “Indeed, you must face + it, and right now. If this Company goes on with Ernest as secretary, it + means that he will necessarily be thrown into closer relationship with our + family. This will help his business with Kathleen. This is what he means. + Do you wish to help it on?” + </p> + <p> + The mother sat silent, her face showing deep distress. “Nora dear,” at + length she said, “this matter is really not in our hands. Surely you can + see that. I can't discuss it with you.” And so saying she left the room. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Nora,” said Larry severely, “you are not to worry Mother. And + besides you can't play Providence in this way. You must confess that you + have a dreadful habit of trying to run things. I believe you would have a + go at running the universe.” + </p> + <p> + “Run things?” cried Nora. “Why not? There is altogether too much of + letting things slide in this family. It is all very well to trust to + Providence. Providence made the trees grow in the woods, but this house + never would have been here if Mr. Sleighter had not got on to the job. Now + I am going to ask you a straight question. Do you want Ernest Switzer to + have Kathleen?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he's a decent sort and a clever fellow,” began Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Larry, you may as well cut that 'decent sort,' 'clever fellow' stuff + right out. I want to know your mind. Would you like to see Ernest Switzer + have Kathleen, or not?” + </p> + <p> + “Would you?” retorted her brother. + </p> + <p> + “No. I would not,” emphatically said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “To tell the truth, ever since that concert night I feel I can't trust + him. He is different from us. He is no real Canadian. He is a German.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Nora, you amaze me,” said Larry. “What supreme nonsense you are + talking! You have got that stuff of Romayne's into your mind. The war bug + has bitten you too. For Heaven's sake be reasonable. If you object to + Ernest because of his race, I am ashamed of you and have no sympathy with + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Not because of his race,” said Nora, “though, Larry, let me tell you he + hates Britain. I was close to him that night, and hate looked out of his + eyes. But let that pass. I have seen Ernest with 'his women' as he calls + them, and, Larry, I can't bear to think of our Kathleen being treated as + he treats his mother and sister.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Nora, let us be reasonable. Let us look at this fairly,” began + Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry! stop or I shall be biting the furniture next. When you assume + that judicial air of yours I want to swear. Answer me. Do you want him to + marry Kathleen? Yes or no.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as I was about to say—” + </p> + <p> + “Larry, will you answer yes or no?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, no, then,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Thank God!” cried Nora, rushing at him and shaking him vigorously. “You + wretch! Why did you keep me in suspense? How I wish that English stick + would get a move on!” + </p> + <p> + “English stick? Whom do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “You're as stupid as the rest, Larry. Whom should I mean? Jack Romayne, of + course. There's a man for you. I just wish he'd waggle his finger at me! + But he won't do things. He just 'glowers' at her, as old McTavish would + say, with those deep eyes of his, and sets his jaw like a wolf trap, and + waits. Oh, men are so stupid with women!” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed?” said Larry. “And how exactly?” + </p> + <p> + “Why doesn't he just make her love him, master her, swing her off her + feet?” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Like Switzer, eh? The cave man idea?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. Surely you see the difference?” + </p> + <p> + “Pity my ignorance and elucidate the mystery.” + </p> + <p> + “Mystery? Nonsense. It is quite simple. It is a mere matter of emphasis.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I see,” said Larry, “or at least I don't see. But credit me with the + earnest and humble desire to understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said his sister, “the one—” + </p> + <p> + “Which one?” + </p> + <p> + “Switzer. He is mad to possess her for his very own. He would carry her + off against her will. He'd bully her to death.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you would like that?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. Let him try it on. The other, Romayne, is mad to have her too. He + would give her his very soul. But he sticks there waiting till she comes + and flings herself into his arms.” + </p> + <p> + “You prefer that, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that makes me tired!” said Nora in a tone of disgust. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I give it up,” said Larry hopelessly. “What do you want?” + </p> + <p> + “I want both. My man must want me more than he wants Heaven itself, and he + must give me all he has but honour. Such a man would be my slave! And such + a man—oh, I'd just love to be bullied by him.” + </p> + <p> + For some moments Larry stood looking into the glowing black eyes, then + said quietly, “May God send you such a man, little sister, or none at + all.” + </p> + <p> + In a few weeks the Alberta Coal Mining and Development Company was an + established fact. Mr. Waring-Gaunt approved of it and showed his + confidence in the scheme by offering to take a large block of stock and + persuade his friends to invest as well. He also agreed that it was + important to the success of the scheme both that Mr. Gwynne should be the + president of the company and that young Switzer should be its secretary. + Mr. Gwynne's earnest request that he should become the treasurer of the + company Mr. Waring-Gaunt felt constrained in the meantime to decline. He + already had too many irons in the fire. But he was willing to become a + director and to aid the scheme in any way possible. Before the end of the + month such was the energy displayed by the new secretary of the company in + the disposing of the stock it was announced that only a small block of + about $25,000 remained unsold. A part of this Mr. Waring-Gaunt urged his + brother-in-law to secure. + </p> + <p> + “Got twenty thousand myself, you know—looks to me like a sound + proposition—think you ought to go in—what do you say, eh, + what?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; get ten or fifteen thousand for me,” said his brother-in-law. + </p> + <p> + Within two days Mr. Waring-Gaunt found that the stock had all been + disposed of. “Energetic chap, that young Switzer,—got all the stock + placed—none left, so he told me.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you tell him the stock was for me?” enquired Romayne. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably that accounts for it. He would not be especially anxious to have + me in.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say? Nothing in that, I fancy. But I must see about that, + what?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let it go,” said Romayne. + </p> + <p> + “Gwynne was after me again to take the treasurership,” said Waring-Gaunt, + “but I am busy with so many things—treasurership very hampering—demands + close attention—that sort of thing, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “Personally I wish you would take it,” said Romayne. “You would be able to + protect your own money and the investments of your friends. Besides, I + understand the manager is to be a German, which, with a German secretary, + is too much German for my idea.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you don't like Switzer, eh? Natural, I suppose. Don't like him + myself; bounder sort of chap—but avoid prejudice, my boy, eh, what? + German—that sort of thing—don't do in this country, eh? + English, Scotch, Irish, French, Galician, Swede, German—all sound + Canadians—melting pot idea, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “I am getting that idea, too,” said his brother-in-law. “Sybil has been + rubbing it into me. I believe it is right enough. But apart altogether + from that, frankly I do not like that chap; I don't trust him. I fancy I + know a gentleman when I see him.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, all right, my boy, gentleman idea quite right too—but + new country, new standards—'Old Family' idea played out, don't you + know. Burke's Peerage not known here—every mug on its own bottom—rather + touchy Canadians are about that sort of thing—democracy stuff and + all that you know. Not too bad either, eh, what? for a chap who has got + the stuff in him—architect of his fortune—founder of his own + family and that sort of thing, don't you know. Not too bad, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “I quite agree,” cried Jack, “at least with most of it. But all the same I + hope you will take the treasurership. Not only will you protect your own + and your friends' investments, but you will protect the interests of the + Gwynnes. The father apparently is no business man, the son is to be away; + anything might happen. I would hate to see them lose out. You understand?” + </p> + <p> + His brother-in-law turned his eyes upon him, gazed at him steadily for a + few moments, then taking his hand, shook it warmly, exclaiming, + “Perfectly, old chap, perfectly—good sort, Gwynne—good family. + Girl of the finest—hope you put it off, old boy. Madame has put me + on, you know, eh, what? Jolly good thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Now what the deuce do you mean?” said Romayne angrily. + </p> + <p> + “All right—don't wish to intrude, don't you know. Fine girl though—quite + the finest thing I've seen—could go anywhere.” + </p> + <p> + His brother-in-law's face flushed fiery red. “Now look here, Tom,” he said + angrily, “don't be an ass. Of course I know what you mean but as the boys + say here, 'Nothing doing!'” + </p> + <p> + “What? You mean it? Nothing doing? A fine girl like that—sweet girl—good + clean stock—wonderful mother—would make a wife any man would + be proud of—the real thing, you know, the real thing—I have + known her these eight years—watched her grow up—rare courage—pure + soul. Nothing doing? My God, man, have you eyes?” It was not often that + Tom Waring-Gaunt allowed himself the luxury of passion, but this seemed to + him to be an occasion in which he might indulge himself. Romayne stood + listening to him with his face turned away, looking out of the window. + “Don't you hear me, Jack?” said Waring-Gaunt. “Do you mean there's nothing + in it, or have you burned out your heart with those fool women of London + and Paris?” + </p> + <p> + Swiftly his brother-in-law turned to him. “No, Tom, but I almost wish to + God I had. No, I won't say that; rather do I thank God that I know now + what it is to love a woman. I am not going to lie to you any longer, old + chap. To love a sweet, pure woman, sweet and pure as the flowers out + there, to love her with every bit of my heart, with every fibre of my + soul, that is the finest thing that can come to a man. I have treated + women lightly in my time, Tom. I have made them love me, taken what they + have had to give, and left them without a thought. But if any of them have + suffered through me, and if they could know what I am getting now, they + would pity me and say I had got enough to pay me out. To think that I + should ever hear myself saying that to another man, I who have made love + to women and laughed at them and laughed at the poor weak devils who fell + in love with women. Do you get me? I am telling you this and yet I feel no + shame, no humiliation! Humiliation, great heaven! I am proud to say that I + love this girl. From the minute I saw her up there in the woods I have + loved her. I have cursed myself for loving her. I have called myself fool, + idiot, but I cannot help it. I love her. It is hell to me or heaven, which + you like. It's both.” He was actually trembling, his voice hoarse and + shaking. + </p> + <p> + Amazement, then pity, finally delight, succeeded each other in rapid + succession across the face of his brother-in-law as he listened. “My dear + chap, my dear chap,” he said when Romayne had finished. “Awfully glad, you + know—delighted. But why the howl? The girl is there—go in and + get her, by Jove. Why not, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “It's no use, I tell you,” said Romayne. “That damned German has got her. + I have seen them together too often. I have seen in her eyes the look that + women get when they are ready to give themselves body and soul to a man. + She loves that man. She loves him, I tell you. She has known him for + years. I have come too late to have a chance. Too late, my God, too late!” + He pulled himself up with an effort, then with a laugh said, “Do you + recognise me, Tom? I confess I do not recognise myself. Well, that's out. + Let it go. That's the last you will get from me. But, Tom, this is more + than I can stand. I must quit this country, and I want you to make it easy + for me to go. We'll get up some yarn for Sibyl. You'll help me out, old + man? God knows I need help in this.” + </p> + <p> + “Rot, beastly rot. Give her up to that German heel-clicking bounder—rather + not. Buck up, old man—give the girl a chance anyway—play the + game out, eh, what? Oh, by the way, I have made up my mind to take that + treasurership—beastly nuisance, eh? Goin'? Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Off with the dogs for a run somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + “No, take the car—too beastly hot for riding, don't you know. Take + my car. Or, I say, let's go up to the mine. Must get to know more about + the beastly old thing, eh, what? We'll take the guns and Sweeper—we'll + be sure to see some birds and get the evening shoot coming back. But, last + word, my boy, give the girl a chance to say no. Think of it, a German, + good Lord! You go and get the car ready. We'll get Sybil to drive while we + shoot.” + </p> + <p> + Tom Waring-Gaunt found his great, warm, simple heart overflowing with + delight at the tremendous news that had come to him. It was more than his + nature could bear that he should keep this from his wife. He found her + immersed in her domestic duties and adamant against his persuasion to + drive them to the mine. + </p> + <p> + “A shoot,” she cried, “I'd love to. But, Tom, you forget I am a rancher's + wife, and you know, or at least you don't know, what that means. Run along + and play with Jack. Some one must work. No, don't tempt me. I have my + programme all laid out. I especially prayed this morning for grace to + resist the lure of the outside this day. 'Get thee behind me—' What? + I am listening, but I shouldn't be. What do you say? Tom, it cannot be!” + She sat down weakly in a convenient chair and listened to her husband + while he retailed her brother's great secret. + </p> + <p> + “And so, my dear, we are going to begin a big campaign—begin to-day—take + the girls off with us for a shoot—what do you say, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, certainly, Tom. Give me half an hour to get Martha fairly on the + rails, and I am with you. We'll take those dear girls along. Oh, it is + perfectly splendid. Now let me go; that will do, you foolish boy. Oh, yes, + how lovely. Trust me to back you up. What? Don't spoil things. Well, I + like that. Didn't I land you? That was 'some job,' as dear Nora would say. + You listen to me, Tom. You had better keep in the background. Finesse is + not your forte. Better leave these things to me. Hurry up now. Oh, I am so + excited.” + </p> + <p> + Few women can resist an appeal for help from a husband. The acknowledgment + of the need of help on the part of the dominating partner is in itself the + most subtle flattery and almost always irresistible. No woman can resist + the opportunity to join in that most fascinating of all sport—man-hunting. + And when the man runs clear into the open wildly seeking not escape from + but an opening into the net, this only adds a hazard and a consequent zest + to the sport. Her husband's disclosures had aroused in Sybil Waring-Gaunt + not so much her sporting instincts, the affair went deeper far than that + with her. Beyond anything else in life she desired at that time to bring + together the two beings whom, next to her husband, she loved best in the + world. From the day that her brother had arrived in the country she had + desired this, and more or less aggressively had tried to assist Providence + in the ordering of events. But in Kathleen, with all her affection and all + her sweet simplicity, there was a certain shy reserve that prevented + confidences in the matter of her heart affairs. + </p> + <p> + “How far has the German got with her? That is what I would like to know,” + said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt to herself as she hastily prepared for the motor + ride. “There's no doubt about him. Every one can see how he stands, and he + has such a masterful way with him that it makes one think that everything + is settled. If it is there is no chance for Jack, for she is not the + changing kind.” Meantime she would hope for the best and play the game as + best she could. + </p> + <p> + “Would you mind running into the Gwynnes' as we pass, Tom?” said his wife + as they settled themselves in the car. “I have a message for Nora.” + </p> + <p> + “Righto!” said her husband, throwing his wife a look which she refused + utterly to notice. “But remember you must not be long. We cannot lose the + evening shoot, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, just a moment will do,” said his wife. + </p> + <p> + At the door Nora greeted them. “Oh, you lucky people—guns and a dog, + and a day like this,” she cried. + </p> + <p> + “Come along—lots of room—take my gun,” said Mr. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Don't tempt me, or I shall come.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell us what is your weakness, Miss Nora,” said Jack. “How can we get you + to come?” + </p> + <p> + “My weakness?” cried the girl eagerly, “you all are, and especially your + dear Sweeper dog there.” She put her arms around the neck of the beautiful + setter, who was frantically struggling to get out to her. + </p> + <p> + “Sweeper, lucky dog, eh, Jack, what?” said Mr. Waring-Gaunt, with a warm + smile of admiration at the wholesome, sun-browned face. “Come along, Miss + Nora—back in a short time, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “Short time?” said Nora. “Not if I go. Not till we can't see the birds.” + </p> + <p> + “Can't you come, Nora?” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “I want to talk to you, + and we'll drive to-day and let the men shoot. Where is Kathleen? Is she + busy?” + </p> + <p> + “Busy? We are all positively overwhelmed with work. But, oh, do go away, + or I shall certainly run from it all.” + </p> + <p> + “I am going in to get your mother to send you both out. Have you had a gun + this fall? I don't believe you have,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Not once. Yes, once. I had a chance at a hawk that was paying too much + attention to our chickens. No, don't go in, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, I beg of + you. Well, go, then; I have fallen shamelessly. If you can get Kathleen, I + am on too.” + </p> + <p> + In a few moments Mrs. Waring-Gaunt returned with Kathleen and her mother. + “Your mother says, Nora, that she does not need you a bit, and she insists + on your coming, both of you. So be quick.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mother,” cried the girl in great excitement. “You cannot possibly get + along without us. There's the tea for all those men.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, Nora, run along. I can do quite well without you. Larry is + coming in early and he will help. Run along, both of you.” + </p> + <p> + “But there isn't room for us all,” said Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “Room? Heaps,” said Mr. Waring-Gaunt. “Climb in here beside me, Miss + Nora.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it will be great,” said Nora. “Can you really get along, Mother?” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” said the mother. “You think far too much of yourself. Get your + hat.” + </p> + <p> + “Hat; who wants a hat?” cried the girl, getting in beside Mr. + Waring-Gaunt. “Oh, this is more than I had ever dreamed, and I feel so + wicked!” + </p> + <p> + “All the better, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “Here, Kathleen,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “here between us.” + </p> + <p> + “I am so afraid I shall crowd you,” said the girl, her face showing a + slight flush. + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit, my dear; the seat is quite roomy. There, are you comfortable? + All right, Tom. Good-bye, Mrs. Gwynne. So good of you to let the girls + come.” + </p> + <p> + In high spirits they set off, waving their farewell to the mother who + stood watching till they had swung out of the lane and on to the main + trail. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + A DAY IN SEPTEMBER + </h3> + <p> + A September day in Alberta. There is no other day to be compared to it in + any other month or in any other land. Other lands have their September + days, and Alberta has days in other months, but the combination of + September day in Alberta is sui generis. The foothill country with plain, + and hill, and valley, and mighty mountain, laced with stream, and river, + and lake; the over-arching sheet of blue with cloud shapes wandering and + wistful, the kindly sun pouring its genial sheen of yellow and gold over + the face of the earth below, purple in the mountains and gold and pearly + grey, and all swimming in air blown through the mountain gorges and over + forests of pine, tingling with ozone and reaching the heart and going to + the head like new wine—these things go with a September day in + Alberta. + </p> + <p> + And like new wine the air seemed to Jack Romayne as the Packard like a + swallow skimmed along the undulating prairie trail, smooth, resilient, of + all the roads in the world for motor cars the best. For that day at least + and in that motor car life seemed good to Jack Romayne. Not many such days + would be his, and he meant to take all it gave regardless of cost. His + sister's proposal to call at the Gwynnes' house he would have rejected + could he have found a reasonable excuse. The invitation to the Gwynne + girls to accompany them on their shoot he resented also, and still more + deeply he resented the arrangement of the party that set Kathleen next to + him, a close fit in the back seat of the car. But at the first feeling of + her warm soft body wedged closely against him, all emotions fled except + one of pulsating joy. And this, with the air rushing at them from the + western mountains, wrought in him the reckless resolve to take what the + gods offered no matter what might follow. As he listened to the chatter + about him he yielded to the intoxication of his love for this fair slim + girl pressing soft against his arm and shoulder. He allowed his fancy to + play with surmises as to what would happen should he turn to her and say, + “Dear girl, do you know how fair you are, how entrancingly lovely? Do you + know I am madly in love with you, and that I can hardly refrain from + putting this arm, against which you so quietly lean your warm soft body, + about you?” He looked boldly at the red curves of her lips and allowed + himself to riot in the imagination of how deliciously they would yield to + his pressed against them. “My God!” he cried aloud, “to think of it.” + </p> + <p> + The two ladies turned their astonished eyes upon him. “What is it, Jack? + Wait, Tom. Have you lost something?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that is, I never had it. No, go on, Tom, it cannot be helped now. Go + on, please do. What a day it is!” he continued. “'What a time we are + having,' as Miss Nora would say.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, what a time!” exclaimed Nora, turning her face toward them. “Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, I think I must tell you that your husband is making love to + me so that I am quite losing my head.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor things,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “How could either of you help it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why is it that all the nice men are married?” inquired Nora. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, Miss Nora,” said Jack in a pained voice. + </p> + <p> + “I mean—why—I'm afraid I can't fix that up, can I?” she said, + appealing to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly you can. What you really mean is, why do all married men become + so nice?” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, the answer is so obvious. Do you know, I feel wild + to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “And so do I,” replied Kathleen, suddenly waking to life. “It is the + wonderful air, or the motor, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “Me, too,” exclaimed Jack Romayne, looking straight at her, “only with me + it is not the air, nor the motor.” + </p> + <p> + “What then!” said Kathleen with a swift, shy look at him. + </p> + <p> + “'The heart knoweth its own bitterness and a stranger intermeddleth not + with its joy.'” + </p> + <p> + “That's the Bible, I know,” said Kathleen, “and it really means 'mind your + own business.'” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, not that exactly,” protested Jack, “rather that there are things + in the heart too deep if not for tears most certainly for words. You can + guess what I mean, Miss Kathleen,” said Jack, trying to get her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” said the girl, “there are things that we cannot trust to words, + no, not for all the world.” + </p> + <p> + “I know what you are thinking of,” replied Jack. “Let me guess.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, you must not, indeed,” she replied quickly. “Look, isn't that the + mine? What a crowd of people! Do look.” + </p> + <p> + Out in the valley before them they could see a procession of teams and men + weaving rhythmic figures about what was discovered to be upon a nearer + view a roadway which was being constructed to cross a little coolee so as + to give access to the black hole on the hillside beyond which was the coal + mine. In the noise and bustle of the work the motor came to a stop + unobserved behind a long wooden structure which Nora diagnosed as the + “grub shack.” + </p> + <p> + “In your English speech, Mr. Romayne, the dining room of the camp. He is + certainly a hustler,” exclaimed Nora, gazing upon the scene before them. + </p> + <p> + “Who?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Ernest Switzer,” said Nora, unable to keep the grudge out of her voice. + “It is only a week since I was up here and during that time he has + actually made this village, the streets, the sidewalks—and if that + is not actually a system of water pipes.” + </p> + <p> + “Some hustler, as you say, Miss Nora, eh, what?” said Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Wonderful,” replied Nora; “he is wonderful.” + </p> + <p> + Jack glanced at the girl beside him. It seemed to him that it needed no + mind-reader to interpret the look of pride, yes and of love, in the + wonderful blue-grey eyes. Sick as from a heavy blow he turned away from + her; the flicker of hope that his brother-in-law's words had kindled in + his heart died out and left him cold. He was too late; why try to deceive + himself any longer? The only thing to do was to pull out and leave this + place where every day brought him intolerable pain. But today he would get + all he could, to-day he would love her and win such poor scraps as he + could from her eyes, her smiles, her words. + </p> + <p> + “Glorious view that,” he said, touching her arm and sweeping his hand + toward the mountains. + </p> + <p> + She started at his touch, a faint colour coming into her face. “How + wonderful!” she breathed. “I love them. They bring me my best thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + Before he could reply there came from behind the grub shack a torrent of + abusive speech florid with profane language and other adornment and in a + voice thick with rage. + </p> + <p> + “That's him,” said Nora. “Some one is getting it.” The satisfaction in her + voice and look were in sharp contrast to the look of dismay and shame that + covered the burning face of her sister. From English the voice passed into + German, apparently no less vigorous or threatening. “That's better,” said + Nora with a wicked glance at Romayne. “You see he is talking to some one + of his own people. They understand that. There are a lot of Germans from + the Settlement, Freiberg, you know.” + </p> + <p> + As she spoke Switzer emerged from behind the shack, driving before him a + cringing creature evidently in abject terror of him. “Get back to your + gang and carry out your orders, or you will get your time.” He caught + sight of the car and stopped abruptly, and, waving his hand imperiously to + the workman, strode up to the party, followed by a mild-looking man in + spectacles. + </p> + <p> + “Came to see how you are getting on, Switzer, eh, what?” said Tom. + </p> + <p> + “Getting on,” he replied in a loud voice, raising his hat in salutation. + “How can one get on with a lot of stupid fools who cannot carry out + instructions and dare to substitute their own ideas for commands. They + need discipline. If I had my way they would get it, too. But in this + country there is no such thing as discipline.” He made no attempt to + apologise for his outrageous outburst, was probably conscious of no need + of apology. + </p> + <p> + “This is your foreman, I think?” said Nora, who alone of the party seemed + to be able to deal with the situation. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, Mr. Steinberg,” said Switzer, presenting the spectacled man. + </p> + <p> + “You are too busy to show us anything this afternoon?” said Nora sweetly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, much too busy,” said Switzer, gruffly. “I have no time for anything + but work these days.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot come along for a little shoot?” she said, innocently. Nora was + evidently enjoying herself. + </p> + <p> + “Shoot!” cried Switzer in a kind of contemptuous fury. “Shoot, with these + dogs, these cattle, tramping around here when they need some one every + minute to drive them. Shoot! No, no. I am not a gentleman of leisure.” + </p> + <p> + The distress upon Kathleen's face was painfully apparent. Jack was in no + hurry to bring relief. Like Nora he was enjoying himself as well. It was + Tom who brought about the diversion. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we must go on, Switzer. Coming over to see you one of these days + and go over the plant. Treasurer's got to know something about it, eh, + what?” + </p> + <p> + Switzer started and looked at him in surprise. “Treasurer, who? Are you to + be treasurer of the company? Who says so? Mr. Gwynne did not ask—did + not tell me about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, sorry—premature announcement, eh?” said Tom. “Well, good-bye. + All set.” + </p> + <p> + The Packard gave forth sundry growls and snorts and glided away down the + trail. + </p> + <p> + Nora was much excited. “What's this about the treasurership?” she + demanded. “Are you really to be treasurer, Mr. Waring-Gaunt? I am awfully + glad. You know this whole mine was getting terribly Switzery. Isn't he + awful? He just terrifies me. I know he will undertake to run me one of + these days.” + </p> + <p> + “Then trouble, eh, what?” said Waring-Gaunt, pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + After a short run the motor pulled up at a wheat field in which the shocks + were still standing and which lay contiguous to a poplar bluff. + </p> + <p> + “Good chicken country, eh?” said Tom, slipping out of the car quietly. + “Nora, you come with me. Quiet now. Off to the left, eh, what? You handle + Sweeper, Jack.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll drive the car,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “Go on with Jack, Kathleen.” + </p> + <p> + “Come on, Miss Kathleen, you take the gun, and I'll look after the dog. + Let me have the whistle, Tom.” + </p> + <p> + They had not gone ten yards from the car when the setter stood rigid on + point. “Steady, old boy,” said Jack. “Move up quickly, Miss Kathleen. Is + your gun ready? Sure it's off safe?” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said the girl, walking steadily on the dog. + </p> + <p> + Bang! Bang! went Nora's gun. Two birds soared safely aloft. Bang! Bang! + went Kathleen's gun. “Double, by jove! Steady, Sweeper!” Again the dog + stood on point. Swiftly Jack loaded the gun. “Here you are, Miss Kathleen. + You will get another,” he said. “There are more here.” As he spoke a bird + flew up at his right. Bang! went Kathleen's gun. “Another, good work.” + Bang! went Nora's gun to the left. “Look out, here he comes,” cried Jack, + as Nora's bird came careening across their front. It was a long shot. Once + more Kathleen fired. The bird tumbled in the air and fell with a thump + right at their feet. + </p> + <p> + Sweeper, released from his point, went bounding joyfully over the stubble. + Jack rushed up toward the girl, and taking her hand in both of his, shook + it warmly. “Oh, splendid, partner, splendid, great shooting!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it was easy. Sweeper had them fast,” said Kathleen. “And that last + shot was just awfully good luck.” + </p> + <p> + “Good luck! Good Lord! it was anything but luck. It was great shooting. + Well, come along. Oh, we're going to have a glorious day, aren't we, + partner?” And catching hold of her arm, he gave her a friendly little + shake. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she cried, responding frankly to his mood, “we will. Let's have a + good day.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you learn to shoot?” inquired Jack. + </p> + <p> + “Nora and I have always carried guns in the season,” replied Kathleen, + “even when we were going to school. You see, Larry hates shooting. We + loved it and at times were glad to get them—the birds, I mean. We + did not do it just for sport.” + </p> + <p> + “Can your sister shoot as well as you?” + </p> + <p> + “Hardly, I think. She pulls too quickly, you see, but when she steadies + down she will shoot better than I.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a wonder,” said Jack enthusiastically. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not a wonder,” said the girl. + </p> + <p> + “Wait till I get the birds back to the car,” he cried. + </p> + <p> + “He-l-l-o,” cried his sister as he came running. “What, four of them?” + </p> + <p> + “Four,” he answered. “By jove, she's a wonder, isn't she. She really bowls + me over.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” said his sister in a low voice. “She's just a fine girl with a + steady hand and a quick eye, and,” she added as Jack turned away from her, + “a true heart.” + </p> + <p> + “A true heart,” Jack muttered to himself, “and given to that confounded + bully of a German. If it had been any other man—but we have got one + day at least.” Resolutely he brushed away the thoughts that maddened him + as he ran to Kathleen's side. Meantime, Tom and Nora had gone circling + around toward the left with Sweeper ranging widely before them. + </p> + <p> + “Let's beat round this bluff,” suggested Kathleen. “They may not have left + the trees yet.” + </p> + <p> + Together they strolled away through the stubble, the girl moving with an + easy grace that spoke of balanced physical strength, and with an eagerness + that indicated the keen hunter's spirit. The bluff brought no result. + </p> + <p> + “That bluff promised chickens if ever a bluff did,” said Kathleen in a + disappointed voice. “We'll get them further down, and then again in the + stubble.” + </p> + <p> + “Cheer-o,” cried Jack. “The day is fine and we are having a ripping time, + at least I am.” + </p> + <p> + “And I, too,” cried the girl. “I love this, the open fields,—and the + sport, too.” + </p> + <p> + “And good company,” said Jack boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, good company, of course,” she said with a quick, friendly glance. + “And you ARE good company to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “To-day?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Sometimes, you know, you are rather—I don't know what to say—but + queer, as if you did not like—people, or were carrying some terrible + secret,” she added with a little laugh. + </p> + <p> + “Secret? I am, but not for long. I am going to tell you the secret. Do you + want to hear it now?” + </p> + <p> + The note of desperation in his voice startled the girl. “Oh, no,” she + cried hurriedly. “Where have we got to? There are no birds in this open + prairie here. We must get back to the stubble.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not interested in my secret, then?” said Jack. “But I am going to + tell you all the same, Kathleen.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please don't,” she replied in a distressed voice. “We are having such + a splendid time, and besides we are after birds, aren't we? And there are + the others,” she added, pointing across the stubble field, “and Sweeper is + on point again. Oh, let's run.” She started forward quickly, her foot + caught in a tangle of vetch vine and she pitched heavily forward. Jack + sprang to catch her. A shot crashed at their ears. The girl lay prone. + </p> + <p> + “My God, Kathleen, are you hurt?” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “No, no, not a bit, but awfully scared,” she panted. Then she shrieked, + “Oh, oh, oh, Jack, you are wounded, you are bleeding!” + </p> + <p> + He looked down at his hand. It was dripping blood. “Oh, oh,” she moaned, + covering her face with her hands. Then springing to her feet, she caught + up his hand in hers. + </p> + <p> + “It is nothing at all,” he said. “I feel nothing. Only a bit of skin. + See,” he cried, lifting his arm up. “There's nothing to it. No broken + bones.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see, Jack—Mr. Romayne,” she said with white lips. + </p> + <p> + “Say 'Jack,'” he begged. + </p> + <p> + “Let me take off your coat—Jack, then. I know a little about this. I + have done something at it in Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + Together they removed the coat. The shirt sleeve was hanging in a tangled, + bloody mass from the arm. + </p> + <p> + “Awful!” groaned Kathleen. “Sit down.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nonsense, it is not serious.” + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, Jack, dear,” she entreated, clasping her hands about his sound + arm. + </p> + <p> + “Say it again,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack, won't you sit down, please?” + </p> + <p> + “Say it again,” he commanded sternly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack, dear, please sit down,” she cried in a pitiful voice. + </p> + <p> + He sat down, then lay back reclining on his arm. “Now your knife, Jack,” + she said, feeling hurriedly through his pockets. + </p> + <p> + “Here you are,” he said, handing her the knife, biting his lips the while + and fighting back a feeling of faintness. + </p> + <p> + Quickly slipping behind him, she whipped off her white petticoat and tore + it into strips. Then cutting the bloody shirt sleeve, she laid bare the + arm. The wound was superficial. The shot had torn a wide gash little + deeper than the skin from wrist to shoulder, with here and there a bite + into the flesh. Swiftly, deftly, with fingers that never fumbled, she + bandaged the arm, putting in little pads where the blood seemed to be + pumping freely. + </p> + <p> + “That's fine,” said Jack. “You are a brick, Kathleen. I think—I will—just + lie down—a bit. I feel—rather rotten.” As he spoke he caught + hold of her arm to steady himself. She caught him in her arms and eased + him down upon the stubble. With eyes closed and a face that looked like + death he lay quite still. + </p> + <p> + “Jack,” she cried aloud in her terror. “Don't faint. You must not faint.” + </p> + <p> + But white and ghastly he lay unconscious, the blood still welling right + through the bandages on his wounded arm. She knew that in some way she + must stop the bleeding. Swiftly she undid the bandages and found a pumping + artery in the forearm. “What is it that they do?” she said to herself. + Then she remembered. Making a tourniquet, she applied it to the upper arm. + Then rolling up a bloody bandage into a pad, she laid it upon the pumping + artery and bound it firmly down into place. Then flexing the forearm hard + upon it, she bandaged all securely again. Still the wounded man lay + unconscious. The girl was terrified. She placed her hand over his heart. + It was beating but very faintly. In the agony and terror of the moment as + in a flash of light her heart stood suddenly wide open to her, and the + thing that for the past months had lain hidden within her deeper than her + consciousness, a secret joy and pain, leaped strong and full into the + open, and she knew that this man who lay bleeding and ghastly before her + was dearer to her than her own life. The sudden rush of this consciousness + sweeping like a flood over her soul broke down and carried away the + barrier of her maidenly reserve. Leaning over him in a passion of + self-abandonment, she breathed, “Oh, Jack, dear, dear Jack.” As he lay + there white and still, into her love there came a maternal tender yearning + of pity. She lifted his head in her arm, and murmured brokenly, “Oh, my + love, my dear love.” She kissed him on his white lips. + </p> + <p> + At the touch of her lips Jack opened his eyes, gazed at her for a moment, + then with dawning recognition, he said with a faint smile, “Do—it—again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you heard,” she cried, the red blood flooding face and neck, “but I + don't care, only don't go off again. You will not, Jack, you must not.” + </p> + <p> + “No—I won't,” he said. “It's rotten—of me—to act—like + this and—scare you—to death. Give me—a little—time. + I will be—all right.” + </p> + <p> + “If they would only come! If I could only do something!” + </p> + <p> + “You're all right—Kathleen. Just be—patient with me—a + bit. I am feeling—better every minute.” + </p> + <p> + For a few moments he lay quiet. Then with a little smile he looked up at + her again and said, “I would go off again just to hear you say those words + once more.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please don't,” she entreated, hiding her face. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, Kathleen, I am a beast. Forget it. I am feeling all right. I + believe I could sit up.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, no,” she cried. “Lie a little longer.” + </p> + <p> + She laid his head down, ran a hundred yards to the wheat field, returning + with two sheeves, and made a support for his head and shoulders. “That is + better,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Good work,” he said. “Now I am going to be fit for anything in a few + moments. But,” he added, “you look rather badly, as if you might faint + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I? What difference does it make how I look? I am quite right. If they + would only come! I know what I will do,” she cried. “Where are your + cartridges?” She loaded the gun and fired in quick succession half a dozen + shots. “I think I see them,” she exclaimed, “but I am not sure that they + heard me.” Again she fired several shots. + </p> + <p> + “Don't worry about it,” said Jack, into whose face the colour was + beginning to come back. “They are sure to look us up. Just sit down, won't + you please, beside me here? There, that's good,” he continued, taking her + hand. “Kathleen,” he cried, “I think you know my secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, no, please don't,” she implored, withdrawing her hand and hiding + her face from him. “Please don't be hard on me. I really do not know what + I am doing and I am feeling dreadfully.” + </p> + <p> + “You have reason to feel so, Kathleen. You have been splendidly brave, and + I give you my word I am not going to worry you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you; you are so good, and I love you for it,” she cried in a + passion of gratitude. “You understand, don't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I do,” he said. “By the way, do you know I think I could smoke.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, splendid!” she cried, and, springing up, she searched through his + coat pockets, found pipe, pouch, matches, and soon he had his pipe going. + “There, that looks more like living,” said Kathleen, laughing somewhat + hysterically. “Oh, you did frighten me!” Again the red flush came into her + face and she turned away from him. + </p> + <p> + “There they are coming. Sure enough, they are coming,” she cried with a + sob in her voice. + </p> + <p> + “Steady, Kathleen,” said Jack quietly. “You won't blow up now, will you? + You have been so splendid! Can you hold on?” + </p> + <p> + She drew a deep breath, stood for a minute or two in perfect silence, and + then she said, “I can and I will. I am quite right now.” + </p> + <p> + Of course they exclaimed and stared and even wept a bit—at least the + ladies did—but Jack's pipe helped out amazingly, and, indeed, he had + recovered sufficient strength to walk unhelped to the car. And while Tom + sent the Packard humming along the smooth, resilient road he kept up with + Nora and his sister a rapid fire of breezy conversation till they reached + their own door. It was half an hour before Tom could bring the doctor, + during which time they discussed the accident in all its bearings and from + every point of view. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad it was not I who was with you,” declared Nora. “I cannot stand + blood, and I certainly should have fainted, and what would you have done + then?” + </p> + <p> + “Not you,” declared Jack. “That sort of thing does not go with your stock. + God knows what would have happened to me if I had had a silly fool with + me, for the blood was pumping out all over me. But, thank God, I had a + woman with a brave heart and clever hands.” + </p> + <p> + When the doctor came, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt went in to assist him, but when + the ghastly bloody spectacle lay bare to her eyes she found herself grow + weak and hurried to the kitchen where the others were. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am so silly,” she said, “but I am afraid I cannot stand the sight + of it.” + </p> + <p> + Kathleen sprang at once to her feet. “Is there no one there?” she demanded + with a touch of impatience in her voice, and passed quickly into the room, + where she stayed while the doctor snipped off the frayed patches of skin + and flesh and tied up the broken arteries, giving aid with quick fingers + and steady hands till all was over. + </p> + <p> + “You have done this sort of thing before, Miss Gwynne?” said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + “No, never,” she replied. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you certainly are a brick,” he said, turning admiring eyes upon + her. He was a young man and unmarried. “But this is a little too much for + you.” From a decanter which stood on a side table he poured out a little + spirits. “Drink this,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you, Doctor, I am quite right,” said Kathleen, quietly picking + up the bloody debris and dropping them into a basin which she carried into + the other room. “He is all right now,” she said to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, who + took the basin from her, exclaiming, + </p> + <p> + “My poor dear, you are awfully white. I am ashamed of myself. Now you must + lie down at once.” + </p> + <p> + “No, please, I shall go home, I think. Where is Nora?” + </p> + <p> + “Nora has gone home. You won't lie down a little? Then Tom shall take you + in the car. You are perfectly splendid. I did not think you had it in + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, don't, don't,” cried the girl, a quick rush of tears coming to her + eyes. “I must go, I must go. Oh, I feel terrible. I don't know what I have + done. Let me go home.” She almost pushed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt from her and + went out of the house and found Tom standing by the car smoking. + </p> + <p> + “Take her home, Tom,” said his wife. “She needs rest.” + </p> + <p> + “Come along, Kathleen; rest—well, rather. Get in beside me here. + Feel rather rotten, eh, what? Fine bit of work, good soldier—no, + don't talk—monologue indicated.” And monologue it was till he + delivered her, pale, weary and spent, to her mother. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + AN EXTRAORDINARY NURSE + </h3> + <p> + “A letter for you, Nora,” said Larry, coming just in from the post office. + </p> + <p> + “From Jane!” cried Nora, tearing open the letter. “Oh, glory,” she + continued. “They are coming. Let's see, written on the ninth, leaving + to-morrow and arrive at Melville Station on the twelfth. Why, that's + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Who, Nora?” said Larry. “Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane and her father. She says, 'We mean to stay two or three days, + if you can have us, on our way to Banff.'” + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah! Good old Jane! What train did you say?” cried Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Sixteen-forty-five to-morrow at Melville Station.” + </p> + <p> + “'We'll have one trunk and two boxes, so you will need some sort of rig, I + am afraid. I hope this will not be too much trouble.'” + </p> + <p> + “Isn't that just like Jane?” said Larry. “I bet you she gives the size of + the trunk, doesn't she, Nora?” + </p> + <p> + “A steamer trunk and pretty heavy, she says.” + </p> + <p> + “Same old girl. Does she give you the colour?” inquired Larry. “Like an + old maid, she is.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” said Nora, closing up her letter. “Oh, it's splendid. Let's + see, it is eight years since we saw her.” + </p> + <p> + “Just about fifteen months since I saw her,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “And about four months for me,” said Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “But eight years for me,” cried Nora, “and she has never missed writing me + every week, except once when she had the mumps, and she made her father + write that week. Now we shall have to take our old democrat to meet her, + the awful old thing,” said Nora in a tone of disgust. + </p> + <p> + “Jane won't mind if it is a hayrack,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “No, but her father. He's such a swell. I hate meeting him with that old + bone cart. But we can't help it. Oh, I am just nutty over her coming. I + wonder what she's like?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, she's the same old Jane,” said Larry. “That's one immense + satisfaction about her. She is always the same, no matter when, how or + where you meet her. There's never a change in Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if she has improved—got any prettier, I mean.” + </p> + <p> + “Prettier! What the deuce are you talking about?” said Larry indignantly. + “Prettier! Like a girl that is! You never think of looks when you see + Jane. All you see is just Jane and her big blue eyes and her smile. + Prettier! Who wants her prettier?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, all right, Larry. Don't fuss. She IS plain-looking, you know. But she + is such a good sort. I must tell Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.” + </p> + <p> + “Do,” said Larry, “and be sure to ask her for her car.” + </p> + <p> + Nora made a face at him, but ran to the 'phone and in an ecstatic jumble + of words conveyed the tremendous news to the lady at the other end of the + wire and to all the ears that might be open along the party line. + </p> + <p> + “Is that Mrs. Waring-Gaunt?—it's Nora speaking. I have the most + glorious news for you. Jane is coming!—You don't know Jane? My + friend, you know, in Winnipeg. You must have often heard me speak of her.—What?—Brown.—No, + Brown, B-r-o-w-n. And she's coming to-morrow.—No, her father is with + her.—Yes, Dr. Brown of Winnipeg.—Oh, yes. Isn't it splendid?—Three + days only, far too short. And we meet her to-morrow.—I beg your + pardon?—Sixteen-forty-five, she says, and she is always right. Oh, a + change in the time table is there?—Yes, I will hold on.—Sixteen-forty-five, + I might have known.—What do you say?—Oh, could you? Oh, dear + Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, how perfectly splendid of you! But are you sure you + can?—Oh, you are just lovely.—Yes, she has one trunk, but that + can come in the democrat. Oh, that is perfectly lovely! Thank you so much. + Good-bye.—What? Yes, oh, yes, certainly I must go.—Will there + be room for him? I am sure he will love to go. That will make five, you + know, and they have two bags. Oh, lovely; you are awfully good.—We + shall need to start about fifteen o'clock. Good-bye. Oh, how is Mr. + Romayne?—Oh, I am so sorry, it is too bad. But, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, + you know Dr. Brown is a splendid doctor, the best in Winnipeg, one of the + best in Canada. He will tell you exactly what to do.—I beg your + pardon?—Yes, she's here. Kathleen, you are wanted. Hurry up, don't + keep her waiting. Oh, isn't she a dear?” + </p> + <p> + “What does she want of me?” said Kathleen, a flush coming to her cheek. + </p> + <p> + “Come and see,” said Nora, covering the transmitter with her hand, “and + don't keep her waiting. What is the matter with you?” + </p> + <p> + Reluctantly Kathleen placed the receiver to her ear. “Yes, Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, it is Kathleen speaking.—Yes, thank you, quite well.—Oh, + I have been quite all right, a little shaken perhaps.—Yes, isn't it + splendid? Nora is quite wild, you know. Jane is her dearest friend and she + has not seen her since we were children, but they have kept up a most + active correspondence. Of course, I saw a great deal of her last year. She + is a splendid girl and they were so kind; their house was like a home to + me. I am sure it is very kind of you to offer to meet them.—I beg + your pardon?—Oh, I am so sorry to hear that. We thought he was doing + so well. What brought that on?—Blood-poisoning!—Oh, Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, you don't say so? How terrible! Isn't it good that Dr. Brown + is coming? He will know exactly what is wrong.—Oh, I am so sorry to + hear that. Sleeplessness is so trying.—Yes—Yes—Oh, Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, I am afraid I couldn't do that.” Kathleen's face had flushed + bright crimson. “But I am sure Mother would be so glad to go, and she is a + perfectly wonderful nurse. She knows just what to do.—Oh, I am + afraid not. Wait, please, a moment.” + </p> + <p> + “What does she want?” asked Nora. + </p> + <p> + Kathleen covered the transmitter with her hand. “She wants me to go and + sit with Mr. Romayne while she drives you to the station. I cannot, I + cannot do that. Where is Mother? Oh, Mother, I cannot go to Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt's. I really cannot.” + </p> + <p> + “What nonsense, Kathleen!” cried Nora impatiently. “Why can't you go, + pray? Let me speak to her.” She took the receiver from her sister's hand. + “Yes, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, it is Nora.—I beg your pardon?—Oh, + yes, certainly, one of us will be glad to go.—No, no, certainly not. + I would not have Mr. Waring-Gaunt leave his work for the world.—I + know, I know, awfully slow for him. We had not heard of the change. It is + too bad.—Yes, surely one of us will be glad to come. We will fix it + up some way. Good-bye.” + </p> + <p> + Nora hung up the receiver and turned fiercely upon her sister. “Now, what + nonsense is this,” she said, “and she being so nice about the car, and + that poor man suffering there, and we never even heard that he was worse? + He was doing so splendidly, getting about all right. Blood-poisoning is so + awful. Why, you remember the Mills boy? He almost lost his arm.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my dear Nora,” said her mother. “There is no need of imagining such + terrible things, but I am glad Dr. Brown is to be here. It is quite + providential. I am sure he will put poor Mr. Romayne right. Kathleen, + dear,” continued the mother, turning to her elder daughter, “I think it + would be very nice if you would run over to-morrow while Mrs. Waring-Gaunt + drives to the station. I am sure it is very kind of her.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it is, Mother dear,” said Kathleen. “But don't you think you would + be so much better?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, rubbish!” cried Nora. “If it were not Jane that is coming, I would go + myself; I would only be too glad to go. He is perfectly splendid, so + patient, and so jolly too, and Kathleen, you ought to go.” + </p> + <p> + “Nora, dear, we won't discuss it,” said the mother in the tone that the + family knew meant the end of all conversation. Kathleen hurried away from + them and took refuge in her own room. Then shutting the door, she began + pacing the floor, fighting once more the battle which during that last ten + days she had often fought with herself and of which she was thoroughly + weary. “Oh,” she groaned, wringing her hands, “I cannot do it. I cannot + look at him.” She thought of that calm, impassive face which for the past + three months this English gentleman had carried in all of his intercourse + with her, and over against that reserve of his she contrasted her own + passionate abandonment of herself in that dreadful moment of + self-revelation. The contrast caused her to writhe in an agony of + self-loathing. She knew little of men, but instinctively she felt that in + his sight she had cheapened herself and never could she bear to look at + him again. She tried to recall those glances of his and those broken, + passionate words uttered during the moments of his physical suffering that + seemed to mean something more than friendliness. Against these, however, + was the constantly recurring picture of a calm cold face and of + intercourse marked with cool indifference. “Oh, he cannot love me,” she + cried to herself. “I am sure he does not love me, and I just threw myself + at him.” In her march up and down the room she paused before her mirror + and looked at the face that stared so wildly back at her. Her eyes rested + on the red line of her mouth. “Oh,” she groaned, rubbing vigorously those + full red lips. “I just kissed him.” She paused in the rubbing operation, + gazed abstractedly into the glass; a tender glow drove the glare from her + eyes, a delicious softness as from some inner well overflowed her + countenance, the red blood surged up into her white face; she fled from + her accusing mirror, buried her burning face in the pillow in an + exultation of rapture. She dared not put into words the thoughts that + rioted in her heart. “But I loved it, I loved it; I am glad I did.” Lying + there, she strove to recall in shameless abandon the sensation of those + ecstatic moments, whispering in passionate self-defiance, “I don't care + what he thinks. I don't care if I was horrid. I am NOT sorry. Besides, he + looked so dreadful.” But she was too honest not to acknowledge to herself + that not for pity's sake but for love's she had kissed him, and without + even his invitation. Then once again she recalled the look in his eyes of + surprise in the moment of his returning consciousness, and the little + smile that played around his lips. Again wave upon wave of sickening + self-loathing flooded from her soul every memory of the bliss of that + supreme moment. Even now she could feel the bite of the cold, half + humorous scorn in the eyes that had opened upon her as she withdrew her + lips from his. On the back of this came another memory, sharp and + stabbing, that this man was ill, perhaps terribly ill. “We are a little + anxious about him,” his sister had said, and she had mentioned the word + “blood-poisoning.” Of the full meaning of that dread word Kathleen had + little knowledge, but it held for her a horror of something unspeakably + dangerous. He had been restless, sleepless, suffering for the last two + days and two nights. That very night and that very hour he was perhaps + tossing in fever. An uncontrollable longing came over her to go to him. + Perhaps she might give him a few hours' rest, might indeed help to give + him the turn to health again. After all, what mattered her feelings. What + difference if he should despise her, provided she brought him help in an + hour of crisis. Physically weary with the long struggle through which she + had been passing during the last ten days, sick at heart, and torn with + anxiety for the man she loved, she threw herself upon her bed and + abandoned herself to a storm of tears. Her mother came announcing tea, but + this she declined, pleading headache and a desire to sleep. But no sooner + had her mother withdrawn than she rose from her bed and with deliberate + purpose sat herself down in front of her mirror again. She would have this + out with herself now. “Well, you are a beauty, sure enough,” she said, + addressing her swollen and disfigured countenance. “Why can't you behave + naturally? You are acting like a fool and you are not honest with + yourself. Come now, tell the truth for a few minutes if you can. Do you + want to go and see this man or not? Answer truly.” “Well, I do then.” The + blue eyes looked back defiantly at her. “Why? to help him? for his sake? + Come, the truth.” “Yes, for his sake, at least partly.” “And for your own + sake, too? Come now, none of that. Never mind the blushing.” “Yes, for my + own sake, too.” “Chiefly for your own sake?” “No, I do not think so. + Chiefly I wish to help him.” “Then why not go?” Ah, this is a poser. She + looks herself fairly in the eye, distinctly puzzled. Why should she not + simply go to him and help him through a bad hour? With searching, + deliberate persistence she demanded an answer. She will have the truth out + of herself. “Why not go to him if you so desire to help him?” “Because I + am ashamed, because I have made myself cheap, and I cannot bear his eyes + upon me. Because if I have made a mistake and he does not care for me—oh, + then I never want to see him again, for he would pity me, and that I + cannot bear.” “What? Not even to bring him rest and relief from his pain? + Not to help him in a critical hour? He has been asking for you, remember.” + Steadily they face each other, eye to eye, and all at once she is + conscious that the struggle is over, and, looking at the face in the + glass, she says, “Yes, I think I would be willing to do that for him, no + matter how it would shame me.” Another heart-searching pause, and the eyes + answer her again, “I will go to-morrow.” At once she reads a new peace in + the face that gazes at her so weary and wan, and she knows that for the + sake of the man she loves she is willing to endure even the shame of his + pity. The battle was over and some sort of victory at least she had won. + An eager impatience possessed her to go to him at once. “I wish it were + to-morrow now, this very minute.” + </p> + <p> + She rose and looked out into the night. There was neither moon nor stars + and a storm was brewing, but she knew she could find her way in the dark. + Quietly and with a great peace in her heart she bathed her swollen face, + changed her dress to one fresh from the ironing board—pale blue it + was with a dainty vine running through it—threw a wrap about her and + went out to her mother. + </p> + <p> + “I am going up to the Waring-Gaunts', Mother. They might need me,” she + said in a voice of such serene control that her mother only answered, + </p> + <p> + “Yes, dear, Larry will go with you. He will soon be in.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no need, Mother, I am not afraid.” + </p> + <p> + Her mother made no answer but came to her and with a display of tenderness + unusual between them put her arms about her and kissed her. “Good-night, + then, darling; I am sure you will do them good.” + </p> + <p> + The night was gusty and black, but Kathleen had no fear. The road was + known to her, and under the impulse of the purpose that possessed her she + made nothing of the darkness nor of the approaching storm. She hurried + down the lane toward the main trail, refusing to discuss with herself the + possible consequence of what she was doing. Nor did she know just what + situation she might find at the Waring-Gaunts'. They would doubtless be + surprised to see her. They might not need her help at all. She might be + going upon a fool's errand, but all these suppositions and forebodings she + brushed aside. She was bent upon an errand of simple kindness and help. If + she found she was not needed she could return home and no harm done. + </p> + <p> + Receiving no response to her knock, she went quietly into the living room. + A lamp burned low upon the table. There was no one to be seen. Upstairs a + child was wailing and the mother's voice could be heard soothing the + little one to sleep. From a bedroom, of which the door stood open, a voice + called. The girl's heart stood still. It was Jack's voice, and he was + calling for his sister. She ran upstairs to the children's room. + </p> + <p> + “He is calling for you,” she said to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt without preliminary + greeting. “Let me take Doris.” + </p> + <p> + But Doris set up a wail of such acute dismay that the distracted mother + said, “Could you just step in and see what is wanted? Jack has been in bed + for two days. We have been unable to get a nurse anywhere, and tonight + both little girls are ill. I am so thankful you came over. Indeed, I was + about to send for one of you. Just run down and see what Jack wants. I + hope you don't mind. I shall be down presently when Doris goes to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not going to sleep, Mamma,” answered Doris emphatically. “I am going + to keep awake, for if I go to sleep I know you will go away.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, darling, Mother is going to stay with you,” and she took the + little one in her arms, adding, “Now we are all right, aren't we.” + </p> + <p> + Kathleen ran downstairs, turned up the light in the living room and passed + quietly into the bedroom. + </p> + <p> + “Sorry to trouble you, Sybil, but there's something wrong with this + infernal bandage.” + </p> + <p> + Kathleen went and brought in the lamp. “Your sister cannot leave Doris, + Mr. Romayne,” she said quietly. “Perhaps I can be of use.” + </p> + <p> + For a few moments the sick man gazed at her as at a vision. “Is this + another of them?” he said wearily. “I have been having hallucinations of + various sorts for the last two days, but you do look real. It is you, + Kathleen, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Really me, Mr. Romayne,” said the girl cheerfully. “Let me look at your + arm.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, hang it, say 'Jack,' won't you, and be decent to a fellow. My God, I + have wanted you for these ten days. Why didn't you come to me? What did I + do? I hurt you somehow, but you know I wouldn't willingly. Why have you + stayed away from me?” He raised himself upon his elbow, his voice was + high, thin, weak, his eyes glittering, his cheeks ghastly with the high + lights of fever upon them. + </p> + <p> + Shocked, startled and filled with a poignant mothering pity, Kathleen + struggled with a longing to take him in her arms and comfort him as the + mother was the little wailing child upstairs. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me just a moment,” she cried, and ran out into the living room and + then outside the door and stood for a moment in the dark, drawing deep + breaths and struggling to get control of the pity and of the joy that + surged through her heart. “Oh, God,” she cried, lifting her hands high + above her head in appeal, “help me to be strong and steady. He needs me + and he wants me too.” + </p> + <p> + From the darkness in answer to her appeal there came a sudden quietness of + nerve and a sense of strength and fitness for her work. Quickly she + entered the house and went again to the sick room. + </p> + <p> + “Thank God,” cried Jack. “I thought I was fooled again. You won't go away, + Kathleen, for a little while, will you? I feel just like a kiddie in the + dark, do you know? Like a fool rather. You won't go again?” He raised + himself upon his arm, the weak voice raised to a pitiful appeal. + </p> + <p> + It took all her own fortitude to keep her own voice steady. “No, Jack, I + am going to stay. I am your nurse, you know, and I am your boss too. You + must do just as I say. Remember that. You must behave yourself as a sick + man should.” + </p> + <p> + He sank back quietly upon the pillow. “Thank God. Anything under heaven I + promise if only you stay, Kathleen. You will stay, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Didn't you hear me promise?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes,” he said, a great relief in his tired face. “All right, I am + good. But you have made me suffer, Kathleen.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, no talk,” said Kathleen. “We will look at that arm.” + </p> + <p> + She loosened the bandages. The inflamed and swollen appearance of the arm + sickened and alarmed her. There was nothing she could do there. She + replaced the bandages. “You are awfully hot. I am going to sponge your + face a bit if you will let me.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on,” he said gratefully, “do anything you like if only you don't go + away again.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, none of that. A nurse doesn't run away from her job, does she?” She + had gotten control of herself, and her quick, clever fingers, with their + firm, cool touch, seemed to bring rest to the jangling nerves of the sick + man. Whatever it was, whether the touch of her fingers or the relief of + the cool water upon his fevered face and arm, by the time the bathing + process was over, Jack was lying quietly, already rested and looking like + sleep. + </p> + <p> + “I say, this is heavenly,” he murmured. “Now a drink, if you please. I + believe there is medicine about due too,” he said. She gave him a drink, + lifting up his head on her strong arm. “I could lift myself, you know,” he + said, looking up into her face with a little smile, “but I like this way + so much better if you don't mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not; I am your nurse, you know,” replied Kathleen. “Now your + medicine.” She found the bottle under his direction and, again lifting his + head, gave him his medicine. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, this is fine. I will take my medicine as often as you want me to, and + I think another drink would be good.” She brought him the glass. “I like + to drink slowly,” he said, looking up into her eyes. But she shook her + head at him. + </p> + <p> + “No nonsense now,” she warned him. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” he said, sinking back with a sigh, “I want you to believe me, + Kathleen, it is anything but nonsense. My God, it is religion!” + </p> + <p> + “Now then,” said Kathleen, ignoring his words, “I shall just smooth out + your pillows and straighten down your bed, tuck you in and make you + comfortable for the night and then—” + </p> + <p> + “And then,” he interrupted eagerly, “oh, Kathleen, all good children get + it, you know.” + </p> + <p> + A deep flush tinged her face. “Now you are not behaving properly.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Kathleen,” he cried, “why not? Listen to me. There's no use. I + cannot let you go till I have this settled. I must know. No, don't pull + away from me, Kathleen. You know I love you, with all my soul, with all I + have, I love you. Oh, don't pull away from me. Ever since that day when I + first saw you three months ago I have loved you. I have tried not to. God + knows I have tried not to because I thought you were pledged to that—that + German fellow. Tell me, Kathleen. Why you are shaking, darling! Am I + frightening you? I would not frighten you. I would not take advantage of + you. But do you care a little bit? Tell me. I have had ten days of sheer + hell. For one brief minute I thought you loved me. You almost said you + did. But then you never came to me and I have feared that you did not + care. But to-night I must know. I must know now.” He raised himself up to + a sitting posture. “Tell me, Kathleen; I must know.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack,” she panted. “You are not yourself now. You are weak and just + imagine things.” + </p> + <p> + “Imagine things,” he cried with a kind of fierce rage. “Imagine! Haven't I + for these three months fought against this every day? Oh, Kathleen, if you + only knew. Do you love me a little, even a little?” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly the girl ceased her struggling. “A little!” she cried. “No, Jack, + not a little, but with all my heart I love you. I should not tell you + to-night, and, oh, I meant to be so strong and not let you speak till you + were well again, but I can't help it. But are you quite sure, Jack? Are + you sure you won't regret this when you are well again?” + </p> + <p> + He put his strong arm round about her and drew her close. “I can't half + hold you, darling,” he said in her ear. “This confounded arm of mine—but + you do it for me. Put your arms around me, sweetheart, and tell me that + you love me.” + </p> + <p> + She wreathed her arms round about his neck and drew him close. “Oh, Jack,” + she said, “I may be wrong, but I am so happy, and I never thought to be + happy again. I cannot believe it. Oh, what awful days these have been!” + she said with a break in her voice and hiding her face upon his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind, sweetheart, think of all the days before us.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure, Jack?” she whispered to him, still hiding her face. “Are + you very sure that you will not be ashamed of me? I felt so dreadful and I + came in just to help you, and I was so sure of myself. But when I saw you + lying there, Jack, I just could not help myself.” Her voice broke. + </p> + <p> + He turned her face up a little toward him. “Look at me,” he said. She + opened her eyes and, looking steadily into his, held them there. “Say, + 'Jack, I love you,'” he whispered to her. + </p> + <p> + A great flood of red blood rushed over her face, then faded, leaving her + white, but still her eyes held his fast. “Jack,” she whispered, “my Jack, + I love you.” + </p> + <p> + “Kathleen, dear heart,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Closer he drew her lips toward his. Suddenly she closed her eyes, her + whole body relaxed, and lay limp against him. As his lips met hers, her + arms tightened about him and held him in a strong embrace. Then she opened + her eyes, raised herself up, and gazed at him as if in surprise. “Oh, + Jack,” she cried, “I cannot think it is true. Are you sure? I could not + bear it if you were mistaken.” + </p> + <p> + There was the sound of a footstep on the stair. “Let me go, Jack; there's + your sister coming. Quick! Lie down.” Hurriedly, she began once more to + bathe his face as Mrs. Waring-Gaunt came in. + </p> + <p> + “Is he resting?” she said. “Why, Jack, you seem quite feverish. Did you + give him his medicine?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, about an hour ago, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “An hour! Why, before you came upstairs? How long have you been in?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, immediately after I came down,” said the girl in confusion. “I + don't know how long ago. I didn't look at the time.” She busied herself + straightening the bed. + </p> + <p> + “Sybil, she doesn't know how long ago,” said Jack. “She's been behaving as + I never have heard of any properly trained nurse behaving. She's been + kissing me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack,” gasped Kathleen, flushing furiously. + </p> + <p> + “Kissing you!” exclaimed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, looking from one to the other. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I have been kissing her,” continued Jack shamelessly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jack,” again gasped Kathleen, looking at Mrs. Waring-Gaunt + beseechingly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” continued Jack in a voice of triumph, “and we are going to do it + right along every day and all day long with suitable pauses for other + duties and pleasures.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you darling,” exclaimed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt rushing at her. “I am so + glad. Well, you are a 'wunner' as the Marchioness says. I had thought—but + never mind. Jack, dear, I do congratulate you. I think you are in awful + luck. Yes, and you too, Kathleen, for he is a fine boy. I will go and tell + Tom this minute.” + </p> + <p> + “Do,” said Jack, “and please don't hurry. My nurse is perfectly competent + to take care of me in the meantime.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + THE COMING OF JANE + </h3> + <p> + At sixteen-forty-five the Waring-Gaunt car was standing at the Melville + Station awaiting the arrival of the train which was to bring Jane and her + father, but no train was in sight. Larry, after inquiry at the wicket, + announced that she was an hour late. How much more the agent, after the + exasperating habit of railroad officials, could not say, nor could he + assign any reason for the delay. + </p> + <p> + “Let me talk to him,” said Nora impatiently. “I know Mr. Field.” + </p> + <p> + Apparently the official reserve in which Mr. Field had wrapped himself was + not proof against the smile which Nora flung at him through the wicket. + </p> + <p> + “We really cannot say how late she will be, Miss Nora. I may tell you, but + we are not saying anything about it, that there has been an accident.” + </p> + <p> + “An accident!” exclaimed Nora. “Why, we are expecting—” + </p> + <p> + “No, there is no one hurt. A freight has been derailed, and torn up the + track a bit. The passenger train is held up just beyond Fairfield. It will + be a couple of hours, perhaps three, before she arrives.” At this point + the telegraph instrument clicked. “Just a minute, Miss Nora, there may be + something on the wire.” With his fingers on the key he executed some + mysterious prestidigitations, wrote down some words, and came to the + wicket again. “Funny,” he said, “it is a wire for you, Miss Nora.” + </p> + <p> + Nora took the yellow slip and read: “Delayed by derailed freight. Time of + arrival uncertain. Very sorry, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of this?” cried Nora, carrying the telegram out to the + car. “Isn't it perfectly exasperating? That takes off one of their + nights.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is the accident?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Just above Fairfield.” + </p> + <p> + “Fairfield! The poor things! Jump in and we will be there in no time. It + is not much further to Wolf Willow from Fairfield than from here. Hurry + up, we must make time.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, I know your driving. Just remember that I am an + only son. I prefer using all four wheels on curves, please.” + </p> + <p> + “Let her go,” cried Nora. + </p> + <p> + And Mrs. Waring-Gaunt “let her go” at such speed that Larry declared he + had time for only two perfectly deep breaths, one before they started, the + other after they had pulled up beside the Pullman car at the scene of the + wreck. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, Jane, Jane,” yelled Larry, waving his hands wildly to a girl who + was seen sitting beside a window reading. The girl looked up, sprang from + her seat, and in a moment or two appeared on the platform. “Come on,” + yelled Larry. He climbed over a wire fence, and up the steep grade of the + railroad embankment. Down sprang the girl, met him half way up the + embankment, and gave him both her hands. “Jane, Jane,” exclaimed Larry. + “You are looking splendidly. Do you know,” he added in a low voice, “I + should love to kiss you right here. May I? Look at all the people; they + would enjoy it so much.” + </p> + <p> + The girl jerked away her hands, the blood showing dully under her brown + skin. “Stop it, you silly boy. Is that Nora? Yes, it is.” She waved her + hand wildly at Nora, who was struggling frantically with the barbed wire + fence. “Wait, I am coming, Nora,” cried Jane. + </p> + <p> + Down the embankment she scrambled and, over the wire, the two girls + embraced each other to the delight of the whole body of the passengers + gathered at windows and on platforms, and to the especial delight of a + handsome young giant, resplendent in a new suit of striped flannels, + negligee shirt, blue socks with tie to match, and wearing a straw hat + adorned with a band in college colours. With a wide smile upon his face he + stood gazing down upon the enthusiastic osculation of the young ladies. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, this is Jane,” cried Nora. “Mrs. Waring-Gaunt has come + to meet you and take you home,” she added to Jane. “You know we have no + car of our own.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you do,” said Jane, smiling at Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I can't get at + you very well just now. It was very kind of you to come for us.” + </p> + <p> + “And she has left her brother very sick at home,” said Nora in a low + voice. + </p> + <p> + “We won't keep you waiting,” said Jane, beginning to scramble up the bank + again. “Come, Larry, I shall get father and you shall help with our + things.” + </p> + <p> + “Right you are,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Met your friends, I see, Miss Brown,” said the handsome giant. “I know it + is mean of me, but I am really disgusted. It is bad enough to be held up + here for a night, but to lose your company too.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am awfully glad,” said Jane, giving him such a delighted smile + that he shook his head disconsolately. + </p> + <p> + “No need telling me that. Say,” he added in an undertone, “that's your + friend Nora, ain't it? Stunning girl. Introduce me, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you will help me with my things. I am in an awful hurry and don't + want to keep them waiting. Larry, this is Mr. Dean Wakeham.” The young man + shook hands with cordial frankness, Larry with suspicion in his heart. + </p> + <p> + “Let me have your check, Jane, and I will go and get your trunk,” said + Larry. + </p> + <p> + “No, you come with me, Larry,” said Jane decidedly. “The trunk is too big + for you to handle. Mr. Wakeham, you will get it for me, won't you, please? + I will send a porter to help.” + </p> + <p> + “Gladly, Miss Brown. No, I mean with the deepest pain and regret,” said + Wakeham, going for the trunk while Larry accompanied her in quest of the + minor impedimenta that constituted her own and her father's baggage. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, have you any idea how glad I am to see you?” demanded Larry as they + passed into the car. + </p> + <p> + Jane's radiant smile transformed her face. “Yes, I think so,” she said + simply. “But we must hurry. Oh, here is Papa.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Brown hailed Larry with acclaim. “This is very kind of you, my dear + boy; you have saved us a tedious wait.” + </p> + <p> + “We must hurry, Papa,” said Jane, cutting him short. “Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, + who has come for us in her car, has left her brother ill at home.” She + marshalled them promptly into the car and soon had them in line for the + motor, bearing the hand baggage and wraps, the porter following with + Jane's own bag. “Thank you, porter,” said Jane, giving him a smile that + reduced that functionary to the verge of grinning imbecility, and a tip + which he received with an air of absent-minded indifference. “Good-bye, + porter; you have made us very comfortable,” said Jane, shaking hands with + him. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Miss; it shuah is a pleasuah to wait on a young lady like you, + Miss. It shuah is, Miss. Ah wish you a prospec jounay, Miss, Ah do.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what is keeping Mr. Wakeham,” said Jane. “I am very sorry to + keep you waiting, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. Larry, would you mind?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not,” said Larry, hurrying off toward the baggage car. In a few + minutes Mr. Wakeham appeared with the doleful news that the trunk was not + in the car and must have been left behind. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure it is there,” said Jane, setting off herself for the car, + the crestfallen Mr. Wakeham and the porter following behind her. + </p> + <p> + At the door of the car the baggage man met her with regretful apologies. + “The trunk must have been left behind.” + </p> + <p> + He was brusquely informed by Jane that she had seen it put on board. + </p> + <p> + “Then it must have been put off by mistake at Calgary?” This suggestion + was brushed aside as unworthy of consideration. The trunk was here in this + car, she was sure. This the baggage man and Mr. Wakeham united in + declaring quite impossible. “We have turned the blasted car upside down,” + said the latter. + </p> + <p> + “Impossible?” exclaimed Jane, who had been exploring the dark recesses of + the car. “Why, here it is, I knew it was here.” + </p> + <p> + “Hurrah,” cried Larry, “we have got it anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Wakeham and the baggage man went to work to extricate the trunk from + the lowest tier of boxes. They were wise enough to attempt no excuse or + explanation, and in Jane's presence they felt cribbed, cabined and + confined in the use of such vocabulary as they were wont to consider + appropriate to the circumstances, and in which they prided themselves as + being adequately expert. A small triumphal procession convoyed the trunk + to the motor, Jane leading as was fitting, Larry and Mr. Wakeham forming + the rear guard. The main body consisted of the porter, together with the + baggage man, who, under a flagellating sense of his incompetence, was so + moved from his wonted attitude of haughty indifference as to the fate of a + piece of baggage committed to his care when once he had contemptuously + hurled it forth from the open door of his car as to personally aid in + conducting by the unusual and humiliating process of actually handling + this particular bit of baggage down a steep and gravelly bank and over a + wire fence and into a motor car. + </p> + <p> + “Jane's a wonder,” confided Larry to Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “She sure is,” said that young man. “You cannot slip anything past her, + and she's got even that baggage man tamed and tied and ready to catch + peanuts in his mouth. First time I have seen that done.” + </p> + <p> + “You just wait till she smiles her farewell at him,” said Larry, hugely + enjoying the prospect. + </p> + <p> + Together they stood awaiting the occurrence of this phenomenon. + “Gosh-a-mighty, look at him,” murmured Mr. Wakeham. “Takes it like pie. + He'd just love to carry that blasted trunk up the grade and back to the + car, if she gave him the wink. Say, she ain't much to look at, but somehow + she's got me handcuffed and chained to her chariot wheels. Say,” he + continued with a shyness not usual with him, “would you mind introducing + me to the party?” + </p> + <p> + “Come along,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + The introduction, however, was performed by Jane, who apparently + considered Mr. Wakeham as being under her protection. “Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, + this is Mr. Wakeham. Mr. Wakeham is from Chicago, but,” she hastened to + add, “he knows some friends of ours in Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + “So you see I am fairly respectable,” said Mr. Wakeham, shaking hand with + Mrs. Waring-Gaunt and Nora. + </p> + <p> + When the laughter had ceased, Mr. Wakeham said, “If your car were only a + shade larger I should beg hospitality along with Dr. and Miss Brown.” + </p> + <p> + “Room on the top,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt with a smile, “but it seems the + only place left. You are just passing through, Mr. Wakeham?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am going on to Manor Mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that's only twenty miles down the line.” + </p> + <p> + “Then may I run up to see you?” eagerly asked Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, we shall be delighted to see you,” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Count on me, then,” said the delighted Mr. Wakeham, lifting his hat in + farewell. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Brown took his place in the front seat beside Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, the + three young people occupying the seat in the rear. + </p> + <p> + “Who is he?” asked Larry when they had finally got under way. + </p> + <p> + “A friend of the James Murrays in Winnipeg. You remember them, don't you? + Ethel Murray was in your year. He is very nice indeed, don't you think so, + Papa?” said Jane, appealing to her father. + </p> + <p> + “Fine young chap,” said Dr. Brown with emphasis. “His father is in mines + in rather a big way, I believe. Lives in Chicago, has large holdings in + Alberta coal mines about here somewhere, I fancy. The young man is a + recent graduate from Cornell and is going into his father's business. He + strikes me as an exceptionally able young fellow.” And for at least five + miles of the way Dr. Brown discussed the antecedents, the character, the + training, the prospects of the young American till Larry felt qualified to + pass a reasonably stiff examination on that young man's history, character + and career. + </p> + <p> + “Now tell me,” said Larry to Jane at the first real opening that offered, + “what does this talk about a three days' visit to us mean. The idea of + coming a thousand miles on your first visit to your friends, some of whom + you have not seen for eight years and staying three days!” + </p> + <p> + “You see Papa is on his way to Banff,” explained Jane, “and then he goes + to the coast and he only has a short time. So we could plan only for three + days here.” + </p> + <p> + “We can plan better than that,” said Larry confidently, “but never mind + just now. We shall settle that to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + The journey home was given to the careful recital of news of Winnipeg, of + the 'Varsity, and of mutual friends. It was like listening to the reading + of a diary to hear Jane bring up to date the doings and goings and + happenings in the lives of their mutual friends for the past year. Gossip + it was, but of such kindly nature as left no unpleasant taste in the mouth + and gave no unpleasant picture of any living soul it touched. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, who do you think came to see me two weeks ago? An old friend of + yours, Hazel Sleighter. Mrs. Phillips she is now. She has two lovely + children. Mr. Phillips is in charge of a department in Eaton's store.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't tell me,” cried Larry. “How is dear Hazel? How I loved her + once! I wonder where her father is and Tom and the little girl. What was + her name?” + </p> + <p> + “Ethel May. Oh, she is married too, in your old home, to Ben—somebody.” + </p> + <p> + “Ben, big Ben Hopper? Why, think of that kid married.” + </p> + <p> + “She is just my age,” said Jane soberly, glad of the dusk of the falling + night. She would have hated to have Larry see the quick flush that came to + her cheek. Why the reference to Ethel May's marriage should have made her + blush she hardly knew, and that itself was enough to annoy her, for Jane + always knew exactly why she did things. + </p> + <p> + “And Mr. and Mrs. Sleighter,” said Jane, continuing her narrative, “have + gone to Toronto. They have become quite wealthy, Hazel says, and Tom is + with his father in some sort of financial business. What is it, Papa?” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Brown suddenly waked up. “What is what, my dear? You will have to + forgive me. This wonderful scenery, these hills here and those mountains + are absorbing my whole attention. So wonderful it all is that I hardly + feel like apologising to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt for ignoring her.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't think of it,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, Jane,” continued Dr. Brown, “that at this present moment you + are passing through scenery of its kind unsurpassed possibly in the + world?” + </p> + <p> + “I was talking to Larry, Papa,” said Jane, and they all laughed at her. + </p> + <p> + “I was talking to Jane,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “But look at this world about you,” continued her father, “and look, do + look at the moon coming up behind you away at the prairie rim.” They all + turned about except Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, whose eyes were glued to the two + black ruts before her cutting through the grass. “Oh, wonderful, + wonderful,” breathed Dr. Brown. “Would it be possible to pause, Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, at the top of this rise?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “but at the top of the rise beyond, where + you will get the full sweep of the country in both directions.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that where we get your lake, Nora,” inquired Jane, “and the valley + beyond up to the mountains?” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know?” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “I remember Larry told me once,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “That's the spot,” said Nora. “But don't look around now. Wait until you + are told.” + </p> + <p> + “Papa,” said Jane in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice, “what is it that Tom + is doing?” Larry shouted. + </p> + <p> + “Tom, what Tom? Jane, my dear,” said Dr. Brown in a pained voice, “does + Tom matter much or any one else in the midst of all this glory?” + </p> + <p> + “I think so, Papa,” said Jane firmly. “You matter, don't you? Everybody + matters. Besides, we were told not to look until we reached the top.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jane, you are an incorrigible Philistine,” said her father, “and I + yield. Tom's father is a broker, and Tom is by way of being a broker too, + though I doubt if he is broking very much. May I dismiss Tom for a few + minutes now?” Again they all laughed. + </p> + <p> + “I don't see what you are all laughing at,” said Jane, and lapsed into + silence. + </p> + <p> + “Now then,” cried Nora, “in three minutes.” + </p> + <p> + At the top of the long, gently rising hill the motor pulled up, purring + softly. They all stood up and gazed around about them. “Look back,” + commanded Nora. “It is fifty miles to that prairie rim there.” From their + feet the prairie spread itself in long softly undulating billows to the + eastern horizon, the hollows in shadow, the crests tipped with the silver + of the rising moon. Here and there wreaths of mist lay just above the + shadow lines, giving a ghostly appearance to the hills. “Now look this + way,” said Nora, and they turned about. Away to the west in a flood of + silvery light the prairie climbed by abrupt steps, mounting ever higher + over broken rocky points and rocky ledges, over bluffs of poplar and dark + masses of pine and spruce, up to the grey, bare sides of the mighty + mountains, up to their snow peaks gleaming elusive, translucent, faintly + discernible against the blue of the sky. In the valley immediately at + their feet the waters of the little lake gleamed like a polished shield + set in a frame of ebony. “That's our lake,” said Nora, “with our house + just behind it in the woods. And nearer in that little bluff is Mrs. + Waring-Gaunts home.” + </p> + <p> + “Papa,” said Jane softly, “we must not keep Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Jane,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I fear I must go on.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you love it?” inquired Larry enthusiastically and with a touch of + impatience in his voice. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, it is lovely,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “But, Jane, you will not get wild over it,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Get wild? I love it, really I do. But why should I get wild over it. Oh, + I know you think, and Papa thinks, that I am awful. He says I have no + poetry in me, and perhaps he is right.” + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes the car stopped at the door of Mrs. Waring-Gaunt's house. + “I shall just run in for a moment,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “Kathleen will + want to see you, and perhaps will go home with you. I shall send her out.” + </p> + <p> + Out from the vine-shadowed porch into the white light came Kathleen, stood + a moment searching the faces of the party, then moved toward Dr. Brown + with her hands eagerly stretched out. “Oh, Dr. Brown,” she cried, “it is + so good to see you here.” + </p> + <p> + “But my dear girl, my dear girl, how wonderful you look! Why, you have + actually grown more beautiful than when we saw you last!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, Dr. Brown. And there is Jane,” cried Kathleen, running + around to the other side of the car. “It is so lovely to see you and so + good of you to come to us,” she continued, putting her arms around Jane + and kissing her. + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to come, you know,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is Jane's fault entirely,” said Dr. Brown. “I confess I hesitated + to impose two people upon you this way, willy-nilly. But Jane would have + it that you would be glad to have us.” + </p> + <p> + “And as usual Jane was right,” said Larry with emphasis. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Kathleen, “Jane was right. Jane is a dear to think that way + about us. Dr. Brown,” continued Kathleen with a note of anxiety in her + voice, “Mrs. Waring-Gaunt wondered if you would mind coming in to see her + brother. He was wounded with a gunshot in the arm about ten days ago. Dr. + Hudson, who was one of your pupils, I believe, said he would like to have + you see him when you came. I wonder if you would mind coming in now.” + Kathleen's face was flushed and her words flowed in a hurried stream. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, not at all,” answered the doctor, rising hastily from the + motor and going in with Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry,” breathed Jane in a rapture of delight, “isn't she lovely, + isn't she lovely? I had no idea she was so perfectly lovely.” Not the + moon, nor the glory of the landscape with all its wonder of plain and + valley and mountain peak had been able to awaken Jane to ecstasy, but the + rare loveliness of this girl, her beauty, her sweet simplicity, had + kindled Jane to enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jane, you are funny,” said Larry. “You rave and go wild over + Kathleen, and yet you keep quite cool over that most wonderful view.” + </p> + <p> + “View!” said Jane contemptuously. “No, wait, Larry, let me explain. I do + think it all very wonderful, but I love people. People after all are + better than mountains, and they are more wonderful too.” + </p> + <p> + “Are they?” said Larry dubiously. “Not so lovely, sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “Some people,” insisted Jane, “are more wonderful than all the Rocky + Mountains together. Look at Kathleen,” she cried triumphantly. “You could + not love that old mountain there, could you? But, Kathleen—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't know about that,” said Larry. “Dear old thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me how Mr. Romayne was hurt,” said Jane, changing the subject. + </p> + <p> + In graphic language Nora gave her the story of the accident with all the + picturesque details, recounting Kathleen's part in it with appropriate + emotional thrills. Jane listened with eyes growing wider with each + horrifying elaboration. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think his arm will ever be all right?” she inquired anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “We do not know yet,” said Nora sombrely. + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense,” interrupted Larry sharply. “His arm will be perfectly all + right. You people make me tired with your passion for horrors and possible + horrors.” + </p> + <p> + Nora was about to make a hot reply when Jane inquired quietly, “What does + the doctor say? He ought to know.” + </p> + <p> + “That's just it,” said Nora. “He said yesterday he did not like the look + of it at all. You know he did, Larry. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt told me so. They + are quite anxious about it. But we will hear what Dr. Brown says and then + we will know.” + </p> + <p> + But Dr. Brown's report did not quite settle the matter, for after the + approved manner of the profession he declined to commit himself to any + definite statement except that it was a nasty wound, that it might easily + have been worse, and he promised to look in with Dr. Hudson to-morrow. + Meantime he expressed the profound hope that Mrs. Waring-Gaunt might get + them as speedily as was consistent with safety to their destination, and + that supper might not be too long delayed. + </p> + <p> + “We can trust Mrs. Waring-Gaunt for the first,” said Larry with + confidence, “and mother for the second.” In neither the one nor the other + was Larry mistaken, for Mrs. Waring-Gaunt in a very few minutes discharged + both passengers and freight at the Gwynnes' door, and supper was waiting. + </p> + <p> + “We greatly appreciate your kindness, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt,” said Dr. Brown, + bowing courteously over her hand. “I shall look in upon your brother + to-morrow morning. I hardly think there is any great cause for anxiety.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, Dr. Brown, I am glad to hear you say that. It would be + very good of you to look in to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-night,” said Jane, her rare smile illuminating her dark face. “It + was so good of you to come for us. It has been a delightful ride. I hope + your brother will be better to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, my dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I should be glad to have + you come over to us. I am sure my brother would be glad to know you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think so,” said Jane doubtfully. “You know I am not very clever. I + am not like Kathleen or Nora.” The deep blue eyes looked wistfully at her + out of the plain little face. + </p> + <p> + “I am perfectly certain he would love to know you, Jane—if I may + call you so,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, impulsively kissing her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you are so kind,” said Jane. “I will come then to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + The welcome to the Gwynne home was without fuss or effusiveness but had + the heart quality that needs no noisy demonstration. + </p> + <p> + “We are glad to have you with us at Lakeside Farm,” said Mr. Gwynne + heartily, as he ushered Dr. Brown and Jane into the big living room, where + his wife stood waiting. + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome to us, Dr. Brown,” said the little lady. And something in + the voice and manner made Dr. Brown know that the years that had passed + since his first meeting with her had only deepened the feeling of + gratitude and affection in her heart toward him. “We have not forgotten + nor shall we ever forget your kindness to us when we were strangers + passing through Winnipeg, nor your goodness to Larry and Kathleen while in + Winnipeg. They have often told us of your great kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “And you may be quite sure, Mrs. Gwynne,” said Dr. Brown heartily, “that + Larry brought his welcome with him, and as for Kathleen, we regard her as + one of our family.” + </p> + <p> + “And this is Jane,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “Dear child, you have grown. But you + have not changed. Come away to your room.” + </p> + <p> + Once behind the closed door she put her arms around the girl and kissed + her. Then, holding her at arm's length, scrutinised her face with + searching eyes. “No,” she said again with a little sigh of relief, “you + have not changed. You are the same dear, wise girl I learned to love in + Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am glad you think I am not changed, Mrs. Gwynne,” said Jane, with a + glow of light in her dark blue eyes. “I do not like people to change and I + would hate to have you think me changed. I know,” she added shyly, “I feel + just the same toward you and the others here. But oh, how lovely they are, + both Kathleen and Nora.” + </p> + <p> + “They are good girls,” said Mrs. Gwynne quietly, “and they have proved + good girls to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, I know,” said Jane, with impulsive fervour, “and through those + winters and all. Oh, they were so splendid.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the mother, “they never failed, and Larry too.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed,” cried Jane with increasing ardour, her eyes shining, “with + his teaching,—going there through the awful cold,—lighting the + school fires,—and the way he stuck to his college work. Nora's + letters told me all about it. How splendid that was! And you know, Mrs. + Gwynne, in the 'Varsity he did so well. I mean besides his standing in the + class lists, in the Societies and in all the college life. He was really + awfully popular,” added Jane with something of a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “You must tell me, dear, sometime all about it. But now you must be weary + and hungry. Come away out if you are ready, and I hope you will feel as if + you were just one of ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, that is just the way I feel, Mrs. Gwynne,” said Jane, + putting the final touch to her toilet. “I seem to know the house, and + everything and everybody about it. Nora is such a splendid correspondent, + you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear child, we hope the days you spend here will always be a very + bright spot in your life,” said Mrs. Gwynne as they entered the living + room. + </p> + <p> + The next few days saw the beginning of the realisation of that hope, for + of all the bright spots in Jane's life none shone with a brighter and more + certain lustre than the days of her visit to Lakeside Farm. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <h3> + HOSPITALITY WITHOUT GRUDGING + </h3> + <p> + By arrangement made the previous evening Jane was awake before the family + was astir and in Nora's hands preparing for a morning ride with Larry, who + was to give her her first lesson in equitation. + </p> + <p> + “Your habit will be too big for me, Nora, I am afraid,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Habit!” cried Nora. “My pants, you mean. You can pull them up, you know. + There they are.” + </p> + <p> + “Pants!” gasped Jane. “Pants! Nora, pants! Do you mean to say you wear + these things where all the men will see you?” Even in the seclusion of her + bedroom Jane's face at the thought went a fiery red. Nora laughed at her + scornfully. “Oh, but I can't possibly go out in these before Larry. I + won't ride at all. Haven't you a skirt, a regular riding habit?” + </p> + <p> + But Nora derided her scruples. “Why, Jane, we all wear them here.” + </p> + <p> + “Does Kathleen?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course she does, and Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, and everybody.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she might, but I am sure your mother would not.” + </p> + <p> + Nora shouted joyfully. “Well, that is true, she never has, but then she + has never ridden out here. Put them on, hurry up, your legs are straight + enough, your knees don't knock.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Nora, they are just terrible,” said Jane, almost in tears. “I know I + will just squat down if Larry looks at me.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should he look at you? Don't you ever let on but that you have worn + them often, and he will never think of looking at you.” + </p> + <p> + In face of many protests Jane was at length arrayed in her riding apparel. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you look perfectly stunning,” said Nora. “You have got just the + shape for them. Pull them up a little. There, that is better. Now step out + and let me see you.” + </p> + <p> + Jane walked across the room and Nora rocked in laughter. “Oh, Nora, I will + just take them off. You are as mean as you can be. I will pull them off.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit,” said Nora, still laughing, “only stretch your legs a bit when + you walk. Don't mince along. Stride like a man. These men have had all the + fun in the matter of clothes. I tell you it was one of the proudest + moments of my life when I saw my own legs walking. Now step out and swing + your arms. There, you are fine, a fine little chap, Jane, round as a + barrel, and neat as a ballet dancer, although I never saw one except in + magazines.” + </p> + <p> + Trim and neat Jane looked, the riding suit showing off the beautiful lines + of her round, shapely figure. Shrinking, blushing, and horribly conscious + of her pants, Jane followed Nora from her bedroom. A swift glance she + threw around the room. To her joy it was empty but for Mrs. Gwynne, who + was ready with a big glass of rich milk and a slice of home-made bread and + delicious butter. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, my dear,” said Mrs. Gwynne, kissing her. “You will need + something before you ride. You will have breakfast after your return.” + </p> + <p> + Jane went close to her and stood beside her, still blushing. “Oh, thank + you,” she cried, “I am really hungry already. I hope I won't get killed. I + never was on a horse before, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never fear, Lawrence is very careful. If it were Nora now I would not + be so sure about you, but Lawrence is quite safe.” + </p> + <p> + At this point Larry came in. “Well, Jane, all ready? Good for you. I like + a girl that is always on time.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you like her pants, Larry?” said Nora, wickedly. + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly splendiferous,” cried Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you mean thing, Nora,” cried Jane, dropping hurriedly into a chair + with scarlet face and indignant eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, Jane, old chap, don't mind her. Those pants never looked so + well before, I assure you. We are going to have a great time. I guarantee + that in a few minutes you will be entirely oblivious of such trivial + things as mere pants.” + </p> + <p> + They all passed out into the front yard to see Jane mount and take her + first lesson. + </p> + <p> + “This is Polly,” said Larry. “She has taught us all to ride, and though + she has lost her shape a bit, she has still 'pep' enough to decline to + take a dare.” + </p> + <p> + “What do I do?” said Jane, gazing fearfully at the fat and shapeless + Polly. + </p> + <p> + “There is just one rule in learning to ride,” said Larry, “step on and + stick there. Polly will look after the rest.” + </p> + <p> + “Step on—it is easy to say, but—” + </p> + <p> + “This way,” said Nora. She seized hold of the horn of the saddle, put her + foot into the stirrup and sprang upon Polly's back. “Oh, there's where the + pants come in,” she added as her dress caught on to the rear of the + saddle. “Now up you go. Make up your mind you are going to DO it, not + going to TRY.” + </p> + <p> + A look of serious determination came into Jane's face, a look that her + friends would have recognised as the precursor of a resolute and + determined attempt to achieve the thing in hand. She seized the horn of + the saddle, put her foot into the stirrup and “stepped on.” + </p> + <p> + The riding lesson was an unqualified success, though for some reason, + known only to herself, Polly signalised the event by promptly running away + immediately her head was turned homeward, and coming back down the lane at + a thundering gallop. + </p> + <p> + “Hello!” cried Nora, running out to meet them. “Why, Jane, you have been + fooling us all along. You needn't tell me this is your first ride.” + </p> + <p> + “My very first,” said Jane, “but I hope not my last.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear,” said Mrs. Gwynne, who had also come out to see the return, + “you are doing famously.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I?” cried Jane, her face aglow and her eyes shining. “I think it is + splendid. Shall we ride again to-day, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “Right away after breakfast and all day long if you like. You are a born + horsewoman, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Weren't you afraid when Polly ran off with you like that?” inquired Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Afraid? I didn't know there was any danger. Was there any?” inquired + Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit,” said Nora, “so long as you kept your head.” + </p> + <p> + “But there really was no danger, was there, Larry?” insisted Jane. + </p> + <p> + “None at all, Jane,” said Nora, “I assure you. Larry got rattled when he + saw you tear off in that wild fashion, but I knew you would be all right. + Come in; breakfast is ready.” + </p> + <p> + “And so am I,” said Jane. “I haven't been so hungry I don't know when.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, she's not plain-looking after all,” said Nora to her mother as Jane + strode manlike off to her room. + </p> + <p> + “Plain-looking?” exclaimed her mother. “I never thought her plain-looking. + She has that beauty that shines from within, a beauty that never fades, + but grows with every passing year.” + </p> + <p> + A council of war was called by Nora immediately after breakfast, at which + plans were discussed for the best employment of the three precious days + during which the visitors were to be at the ranch. There were so many + things to be done that unless some system were adopted valuable time would + be wasted. + </p> + <p> + “It appears to me, Miss Nora,” said Dr. Brown after a somewhat prolonged + discussion, “that to accomplish all the things that you have suggested, + and they all seem not only delightful but necessary, we shall require at + least a month of diligent application.” + </p> + <p> + “At the very least,” cried Nora. + </p> + <p> + “So what are we going to do?” said the doctor. + </p> + <p> + It was finally decided that the Browns should extend their stay at + Lakeside House for a week, after which the doctor should proceed to the + coast and be met on his return at Banff by Jane, with Nora as her guest. + </p> + <p> + “Then that's all settled,” said Larry. “Now what's for to-day?” + </p> + <p> + As if in answer to that question a honk of a motor car was heard outside. + Nora rushed to the door, saying, “That's Mrs. Waring-Gaunt.” But she + returned hastily with heightened colour. + </p> + <p> + “Larry,” she said, “it's that Mr. Wakeham.” + </p> + <p> + “Wakeham,” cried Larry. “What's got him up so early, I wonder?” with a + swift look at Jane. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” said Nora, giving Jane a little dig. + </p> + <p> + “I thought I would just run up and see if you had all got home safely last + night,” they heard his great voice booming outside to Larry. + </p> + <p> + “My, but he is anxious,” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “But who is he, Nora?” inquired her mother. + </p> + <p> + “A friend of Jane's, and apparently terribly concerned about her welfare.” + </p> + <p> + “Stop, Nora,” said Jane, flushing a fiery red. “Don't be silly. He is a + young man whom we met on the train, Mrs. Gwynne, a friend of some of our + Winnipeg friends.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall be very glad to have him stay with us, my dear,” said Mrs. + Gwynne. “Go and bring him in.” + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Jane,” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Nora, stop it,” said Jane. “I will get really cross with you. Hush, + there he is.” + </p> + <p> + The young man seemed to fill up the door with his bulk. “Mr. Wakeham,” + said Larry, as the young fellow stood looking around on the group with a + frank, expansive smile upon his handsome face. As his eye fell upon a + little lady the young man seemed to come to attention. Insensibly he + appeared to assume an attitude of greater respect as he bowed low over her + hand. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will pardon my coming here so early in the morning,” he said + with an embarrassed air. “I have the honour of knowing your guests.” + </p> + <p> + “Any friend of our guests is very welcome here, Mr. Wakeham,” said Mrs. + Gwynne, smiling at him with gentle dignity. + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, Mr. Wakeham,” said Jane, coming forward with outstretched + hand. “You are very early in your calls. You could not have slept very + much.” + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed,” replied Mr. Wakeham, “and that is one reason why I waked so + early. My bed was not so terribly attractive.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” exclaimed Nora in a disappointed tone, as she shook hands with him, + “we thought you were anxious to see us.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right,” said the young man, holding her hand and looking boldly + into her eyes. “I have come to see you.” + </p> + <p> + Before his look Nora's saucy eyes fell and for some unaccountable reason + her usually ready speech forsook her. Mr. Wakeham fell into easy + conversation with Mr. Gwynne and Dr. Brown concerning mining matters, in + which he was especially interested. He had spent an hour about the Manor + Mine and there he had heard a good deal about Mr. Gwynne's mine and was + anxious to see that if there were no objections. He wondered if he might + drive Mr. Gwynne—and indeed, he had a large car and would be glad to + fill it up with a party if any one cared to come. He looked at Mrs. Gwynne + as he spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mother, you go. It is such a lovely day,” said Nora + enthusiastically, “and Jane can go with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Jane is going riding,” said Larry firmly. + </p> + <p> + “I am going to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt's,” said Jane. “I arranged with her last + night.” + </p> + <p> + While they were settling Mrs. Gwynne's protests, and covered by the noise + of conversation, Mr. Wakeham managed to get close to Nora. “I want you to + come,” he said in a low voice. “That's what I came for.” + </p> + <p> + Startled and confused by this extraordinary announcement, Nora could think + of no answer. + </p> + <p> + “I think you were to show me the mine,” he added. Then while Nora gasped + at him, he said aloud, “My car is a seven passenger, so we can take quite + a party.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not Kathleen?” suggested Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed, Kathleen might like to go,” said Mrs. Gwynne. + </p> + <p> + “Then let's all go,” cried Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you awfully,” murmured Mr. Wakeham. “We shall only be two or three + hours at most,” continued Nora. “We shall be back in time for lunch.” + </p> + <p> + “For that matter,” said Mr. Gwynne, “we can lunch at the mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Splendid,” cried Nora. “Come along. We'll run up with you to the + Waring-Gaunts' for Kathleen,” she added to Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + At the Waring-Gaunts' they had some difficulty persuading Kathleen to join + the party, but under the united influence of Jack and his sister, she + agreed to go. + </p> + <p> + “Now then,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “you have your full party, Mr. Wakeham—Mr. + and Mrs. Gwynne, Dr. Brown, and the three girls.” + </p> + <p> + “What about me?” said Larry dolefully. + </p> + <p> + “I shall stay with you,” cried Nora, evading Mr. Wakeham's eyes. + </p> + <p> + “No, Nora,” said Jane in a voice of quiet decision. “Last night Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt and I arranged that I should visit her to-day.” + </p> + <p> + There was a loud chorus of protests, each one making an alternative + suggestion during which Jane went to Mrs. Waring-Gaunt's side and said + quietly, “I want to stay with you to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “Stay you shall.” And, then to + the company announced, “We have it all arranged. Jane and I are to have a + visit together. The rest of you go off.” + </p> + <p> + “And what about me, Jane?” again said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “You are going with the others,” said Jane calmly, “and in the afternoon + we are to have our ride.” + </p> + <p> + “And this is Jane,” said Jack Romayne as Mrs. Waring-Gaunt ushered the + girl into his room. “If half of what I have heard is true then I am a + lucky man to-day. Kathleen has been telling me about you.” + </p> + <p> + Jane's smile expressed her delight. “I think I could say the same of you, + Mr. Romayne.” + </p> + <p> + “What? Has Kathleen been talking about me?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I have not seen Kathleen since I came, but there are others, you + know.” + </p> + <p> + “Are there?” asked Jack. “I hadn't noticed. But I know all about you.” + </p> + <p> + It was a hasty introduction for Jane. Kathleen was easily a subject for a + day's conversation. How long she discoursed upon Kathleen neither of them + knew. But when Mrs. Waring-Gaunt had finished up her morning household + duties Jane was still busy dilating upon Kathleen's charms and graces and + expatiating upon her triumphs and achievements during her stay in Winnipeg + the previous winter. + </p> + <p> + “Still upon Kathleen?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am learning a great deal and enjoying myself immensely,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + “You must be careful, Jane. Don't tell Jack everything about Kathleen. + There are certain things we keep to ourselves, you know. I don't tell Tom + everything.” + </p> + <p> + Jane opened her eyes. “I have not told Jane yet, Sybil,” said Jack + quietly. “She doesn't know, though perhaps she has guessed how dear to me + Kathleen is.” + </p> + <p> + “Had you not heard?” inquired Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. + </p> + <p> + “No, I only came last night, you see.” Then turning to Jack, she added, + “And is—is Kathleen going to marry you?” Her astonishment was + evident in her voice and eyes. + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” said Jack, “and you are no more astonished than I am myself. + I only found it out night before last.” + </p> + <p> + It was characteristic of Jane that she sat gazing at him in silence; her + tongue had not learned the trick of easy compliment. She was trying to + take in the full meaning of this surprising announcement. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Jack after he had waited for some moments. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I beg your pardon,” she said hurriedly. “I congratulate you. I think + you are a very lucky man.” + </p> + <p> + “I am, indeed,” said Jack with emphasis. “And Kathleen? You are not so + sure about her luck?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't know you yet,” said Jane gravely, “and Kathleen is a very + lovely girl, the very loveliest girl I know.” + </p> + <p> + “You are quite right,” said Jack in a tone as grave as her own. “I am not + good enough for her.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I did not say that. Only I don't know you, and you see I know + Kathleen. She is so lovely and so good. I love her.” Jane's face was + earnest and grave. + </p> + <p> + “And so do I, Jane, if I may call you so,” said Jack, “and I am going to + try to be worthy of her.” + </p> + <p> + Jane's eyes rested quietly on his face. She made up her mind that it was + an honest face and a face one could trust, but to Jane it seemed as if + something portentous had befallen her friend and she could not bring + herself immediately to accept this new situation with an outburst of + joyous acclaim such as ordinarily greets an announcement of this kind. For + a reason she could not explain her mind turned to the memory she cherished + of her own mother and of the place she had held with her father. She + wondered if this man could give to Kathleen a place so high and so secure + in his heart. While her eyes were on his face Jack could see that her mind + was far away. She was not thinking of him. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Jane?” he said gently. + </p> + <p> + Jane started and the blood rushed to her face. She hesitated, then said + quietly but with charming frankness, “I was thinking of my mother. She + died when I was two years old. Father says I am like her. But I am not at + all. She was very lovely. Kathleen makes me think of her, and father often + tells me about her. He has never forgotten her. You see I think he loved + her in quite a wonderful way, and he—” Jane paused abruptly. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Waring-Gaunt rose quietly, came to her side. “Dear Jane, dear child,” + she said, kissing her. “That's the only way to love. I am sure your mother + was a lovely woman, and a very happy woman, and you are like her.” + </p> + <p> + But Jack kept his face turned away from them. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mrs. Waring-Gaunt,” cried Jane, shaking her head emphatically, “I am + not the least bit like her. That is one of the points on which I disagree + with father. We do not agree upon everything, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “No? What are some of the other points?” + </p> + <p> + “We agree splendidly about Kathleen,” said Jane, laughing. “Just now we + differ about Germany.” + </p> + <p> + “Aha, how is that?” inquired Jack, immediately alert. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I know very little about it, you understand, but last winter + our minister, Mr. McPherson, who had just been on a visit to Germany the + summer before, gave a lecture in which he said that Germany had made + enormous preparations for war and was only waiting a favourable moment to + strike. Papa says that is all nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jane, Jane,” cried Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “you have struck upon a very + sore spot in this house. Jack will indorse all your minister said. He will + doubtless go much further.” + </p> + <p> + “What did he say, Jane?” inquired Jack. + </p> + <p> + “He was greatly in earnest and he urged preparation by Canada. He thinks + we ought at the very least to begin getting our fleet ready right away.” + </p> + <p> + “That's politics, of course,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “and I do not know + what you are.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not sure that I do either,” she replied, “but I believe too that + Canada ought to get at her fleet without loss of time.” + </p> + <p> + “But what did he say about Germany?” continued Jack. + </p> + <p> + “I can't tell you everything, of course, but he assured us that Germany + had made the greatest possible preparation, that the cities, towns and + villages were full of drilling men; that there were great stores of war + material, guns and shells, everywhere throughout Germany; that they were + preparing fleets of Zeppelins and submarines too; that they were ready to + march at twenty-four hours' notice; that the whole railroad system of + Germany was organised, was really built for war; that within the last few + years the whole nation had come to believe that Germany must go to war in + order to fulfil her great destiny. Father says that this is all foolish + talk, and that all this war excitement is prompted chiefly by professional + soldiers, like Lord Roberts and others, and by armament makers like the + Armstrongs and the Krupps.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you think about it all, Jane?” inquired Jack, looking at her + curiously. + </p> + <p> + “Well, he had spent some months in Germany and had taken pains to inquire + of all kinds of people, officers and professors and preachers and working + people and politicians, and so I think he ought to know better than others + who just read books and the newspapers, don't you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you are entirely right, and I hope that minister of yours will + deliver that lecture in many places throughout this country, for there are + not many people, even in England, who believe in the reality of the German + menace. But this is my hobby, my sister says, and I don't want to bore + you.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am really interested, Mr. Romayne. Papa laughs at me, and Larry + too. He does not believe in the possibility of war. But I think that if + there is a chance, even the slightest chance, of it being true, it is so + terrible that we all ought to be making preparation to defend ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if it won't bore you,” said Jack, “I shall tell you a few things.” + </p> + <p> + “Then excuse me,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I have some matters to attend + to. I have no doubt that you at least, Jack, will have a perfectly lovely + time.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure I shall too,” cried Jane enthusiastically. “I just want to hear + about this.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you please pass me that green book?” said Jack, after Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt had left the room. “No, the next one. Yes. The first thing + that it is almost impossible for us Britishers to get into our minds is + this, that Germany, not simply the Kaiser and the governing classes, but + the whole body of the German people, take themselves and their empire and + their destiny with most amazing seriousness. Listen to this, for instance. + This will give you, I say, the psychological condition out of which war + may easily and naturally arise.” He turned the leaves of the book and + read: + </p> + <p> + “'To live and expand at the expense of other less meritorious peoples + finds its justification in the conviction that we are of all people the + most noble and the most pure, destined before others to work for the + highest development of humanity.' + </p> + <p> + “One of their poets—I haven't got him here—speaks of the + 'German life curing all the evils of humanity by mere contact with it.' + You see that row of books? These are only a few. Most of them are German. + They are all by different authors and on different subjects, but they are + quite unanimous in setting forth the German ideal, the governing principle + of German World politics. They are filled with the most unbelievable + glorification of Germany and the German people, and the most extraordinary + prophecies as to her wonderful destiny as a World Power. Unhappily the + German has no sense of humour. A Britisher talking in this way about his + country would feel himself to be a fool. Not so the German. With a + perfectly serious face he will attribute to himself and to his nation all + the virtues in the calendar. For instance, listen to this: + </p> + <p> + “'Domination belongs to Germany because it is a superior nation, a noble + race, and it is fitting that it should control its neighbours just as it + is the right and duty of every individual endowed with superior intellect + and force to control inferior individuals about him.' + </p> + <p> + “Here's another choice bit: + </p> + <p> + “'We are the superior race in the fields of science and of art. We are the + best colonists, the best sailors, the best merchants.' + </p> + <p> + “That's one thing. Then here's another. For many years after his accession + I believe the Kaiser was genuinely anxious to preserve the peace of Europe + and tried his best to do so, though I am bound to say that at times he + adopted rather peculiar methods, a mingling of bullying and intrigue. But + now since 1904—just hand me that thin book, please. Thank you—the + Kaiser has changed his tone. For instance, listen to this: + </p> + <p> + “'God has called us to civilise the world. We are the missionaries of + human progress.' + </p> + <p> + “And again this: + </p> + <p> + “'The German people will be the block of granite on which our Lord will be + able to elevate and achieve the civilisation of the world.' + </p> + <p> + “But I need not weary you with quotations. The political literature of + Germany for the last fifteen years is saturated with this spirit. The + British people dismiss this with a good-natured smile of contempt. To them + it is simply an indication of German bad breeding. If you care I shall + have a number of these books sent you. They are somewhat difficult to get. + Indeed, some of them cannot be had in English at all. But you read German, + do you not? Kathleen told me about your German prize.” + </p> + <p> + “I do, a little. But I confess I prefer the English,” said Jane with a + little laugh. + </p> + <p> + “The chief trouble, however, is that so few English-speaking people care + to read them. But I assure you that the one all-absorbing topic of the + German people is this one of Germany's manifest destiny to rule and + elevate the world. And remember these two things go together. They have no + idea of dominating the world intellectually or even commercially—but + perhaps you are sick of this.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all. I am very greatly interested,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Then I shall just read you one thing more. The German has no idea that he + can benefit a nation until he conquers it. Listen to this: + </p> + <p> + “'The dominion of German thought can only be extended under the aegis of + political power, and unless we act in conformity to this idea we shall be + untrue to out great duties toward the human race.'” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be very glad to get those books,” said Jane, “and I wish you + would mark some of these passages. And I promise you I shall do all I can + to make all my friends read them. I shall begin with Papa and Larry. They + are always making fun of me and my German scare.” + </p> + <p> + “I can quite understand that,” replied Jack. “That is a very common + attitude with a great majority of the people of England to-day. But you + see I have been close to these things for years, and I have personal + knowledge of many of the plans and purposes in the minds of the German + Kaiser and the political and military leaders of Germany, and unhappily I + know too the spirit that dominates the whole body of the German people.” + </p> + <p> + “You lived in Germany for some years?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, for a number of years.” + </p> + <p> + “And did you like the life there?” + </p> + <p> + “In many ways I did. I met some charming Germans, and then there is always + their superb music.” + </p> + <p> + And for an hour Jack Romayne gave his listener a series of vivid pictures + of his life in Germany and in other lands for the past ten years, mingling + with personal reminiscences incidents connected with international + politics and personages. He talked well, not only because his subject was + a part of himself, but also because Jane possessed that rare ability to + listen with intelligence and sympathy. Never had she met with a man who + had been in such intimate touch with the world's Great Affairs and who was + possessed at the same time of such brilliant powers of description. + </p> + <p> + Before either of them was aware the party from the mine had returned. + </p> + <p> + “We have had a perfectly glorious time,” cried Nora as she entered the + room with her cheeks and eyes glowing. + </p> + <p> + “So have we, Miss Nora,” said Jack. “In fact, I had not the slightest idea + of the flight of time.” + </p> + <p> + “You may say so,” exclaimed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “These two have been so + utterly absorbed in each other that my presence in the room or absence + from it was a matter of perfect indifference. And how Jane managed it I + don't know, but she got Jack to do for her what he has never done for me. + He has actually been giving her the story of his life.” + </p> + <p> + Jane stood by listening with a smile of frank delight on her face. + </p> + <p> + “How did you do it, Jane?” asked Kathleen shyly. “He has never told me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I just listened,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “That's a nasty jar for you others,” said Nora. + </p> + <p> + “But he told me something else, Kathleen,” said Jane with a bright blush, + “and I am awfully glad.” As she spoke she went around to Kathleen and, + kissing her, said, “It is perfectly lovely for you both.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you really mean that, do you?” said Jack. “You know she was + exceedingly dubious of me this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am not now,” said Jane. “I know you better, you see.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank God,” said Jack fervently. “The day has not been lost. You will be + sure to come again to see me,” he added as Jane said good-bye. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed, you may be quite sure of that,” replied Jane, smiling + brightly back at him as she left the room with Nora. + </p> + <p> + “What a pity she is so plain,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt when she had + returned from seeing Jane on her way with Nora and Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “My dear Sybil, you waste your pity,” said her brother. “That young lady + is so attractive that one forgets whether she is plain or not. I can't + quite explain her fascination for me. There's perfect sincerity to begin + with. She is never posing. And perfect simplicity. And besides that she is + so intellectually keen, she keeps one alive.” + </p> + <p> + “I just love her,” said Kathleen. “She has such a good heart.” + </p> + <p> + “You have said it,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt, “and that is why Jane will + never lose her charm.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <h3> + THE TRAGEDIES OF LOVE + </h3> + <p> + When the week had fled Dr. Brown could hardly persuade himself and his + hosts at Lakeside Farm that the time had come for his departure to the + coast. Not since he had settled down to the practice of his profession at + Winnipeg more than twenty years ago had such a holiday been his. Alberta, + its climate, its life of large spaces and far visions, its hospitable + people, had got hold of him by so strong a grip that in parting he vowed + that he would not await an opportunity but make one to repeat his visit to + the ranch. And so he departed with the understanding that Jane should + follow him to Banff ten days later with her friend Nora. + </p> + <p> + The ten days were to Jane as a radiant, swiftly moving dream. Yet with so + much to gratify her, one wish had remained ungratified. Though from early + morning until late night she had ridden the ranges now with one and now + with another, but for the most part with Larry, Jane had never “done the + mine.” + </p> + <p> + “And I just know I shall go away without seeing that mine, and Winnipeg + people will be sure to ask me about it, and what shall I say? And I have + never seen that wonderful secretary, Mr. Switzer, either.” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow,” said Larry solemnly, “no matter what happens we shall have + you see that mine and the wonderful Mr. Switzer.” + </p> + <p> + It was the seeing of Mr. Switzer that brought to Jane the only touch of + tragedy to the perfect joy of her visit to Alberta. Upon arrival at the + mine she was given over by Larry to Mr. Switzer's courteous and + intelligent guidance, and with an enthusiasm that never wearied, her guide + left nothing of the mine outside or in, to which with painstaking + minuteness he failed to call her attention. It was with no small degree of + pride that Mr. Switzer explained all that had been accomplished during the + brief ten weeks during which the mine had been under his care. For + although it was quite true that Mr. Steinberg was the manager, Switzer + left no doubt in Jane's mind, as there was none in his own, that the mine + owed its present state of development to his driving energy and to his + organising ability. Jane readily forgave him his evident pride in himself + as he exclaimed, sweeping his hand toward the little village that lay + along the coolee, + </p> + <p> + “Ten weeks ago, Miss Brown, there was nothing here but a little black hole + in the hillside over there. To-day look at it. We have a company + organised, a village built and equipped with modern improvements, water, + light, drainage, etc. We are actually digging and shipping coal. It is all + very small as yet, but it is something to feel that a beginning has been + made.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it is really quite a remarkable achievement, Mr. Switzer. And I + feel sure that I do not begin to know all that this means. They all say + that you have accomplished great things in the short time you have been at + work.” + </p> + <p> + “We are only beginning,” said Switzer again, “but I believe we shall have + a great mine. It will be a good thing—for the Gwynnes, I mean—and + that is worth while. Of course, my own money is invested here too and I am + working for myself, but I assure you that I chiefly think of them. It is a + joy, Miss Brown, to work for those you love.” + </p> + <p> + “It is,” replied Jane, slightly puzzled at this altruistic point of view; + “The Gwynnes are dear people and I am glad for their sakes. I love them.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” continued Switzer, “this will be a great mine. They will be wealthy + some day.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be splendid,” said Jane. “You see I have only got to know them + well during this visit. Nine years ago I met them in Winnipeg when I was a + little girl. Of course, Kathleen was with us a great deal last winter. I + got to know her well then. She is so lovely, and she is lovelier now than + ever. She is so happy, you know.” + </p> + <p> + Switzer looked puzzled. “Happy? Because you are here?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. Because of her engagement. Haven't you heard? I thought everybody + knew.” + </p> + <p> + Switzer stood still in his tracks. “Her engagement?” he said in a hushed + voice. “Her engagement to—to that”—he could not apparently get + the word out without a great effort—“that Englishman?” + </p> + <p> + Looking at his white face and listening to his tense voice, Jane felt as + if she were standing at the edge of a mine that might explode at any + moment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to Mr. Romayne,” she said, and waited, almost holding her breath. + </p> + <p> + “It is not true!” he shouted. “It's a lie. Ha, Ha.” Switzer's laugh was + full of incredulous scorn. “Engaged? And how do YOU know?” He swung + fiercely upon her, his eyes glaring out of a face ghastly white. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry I said anything, Mr. Switzer. It was not my business to speak + of it,” said Jane quietly. “But I thought you knew.” + </p> + <p> + Gradually the thing seemed to reach his mind. “Your business?” he said. + “What difference whose business it is? It is not true. I say it is not + true. How do you know? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.” He seized her by the + arm, and at each “Tell me” shook her violently. + </p> + <p> + “You are hurting me, Mr. Switzer,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + He dropped her arm. “Then, my God, will you not tell me? How do you know?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Switzer, believe me it is true,” said Jane, trying to speak quietly, + though she was shaking with excitement and terror. “Mr. Romayne told me, + they all told me, Kathleen told me. It is quite true, Mr. Switzer.” + </p> + <p> + He stared at her as if trying to take in the meaning of her words, then + glared around him like a hunted animal seeking escape from a ring of foes, + then back at her again. There were workmen passing close to them on the + path, but he saw nothing of them. Jane was looking at his ghastly face. + She was stricken with pity for him. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we walk on this way?” she said, touching his arm. + </p> + <p> + He shook off her touch but followed her away from the busy track of the + workers, along a quieter path among the trees. Sheltered from observation, + she slowed her steps and turned towards him. + </p> + <p> + “She loves him?” he said in a low husky voice. “You say she loves him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Mr. Switzer, she loves him,” said Jane. “She cannot help herself. No + one can help one's self. You must not blame her for that, Mr. Switzer.” + </p> + <p> + “She does not love me,” said Switzer as if stunned by the utterly + inexplicable phenomenon. “But she did once,” he cried. “She did before + that schwein came.” No words could describe the hate and contempt in his + voice. He appeared to concentrate his passions struggling for expression, + love, rage, hate, wounded pride, into one single stream of fury. Grinding + his teeth, foaming, sputtering, he poured forth his words in an impetuous + torrent. + </p> + <p> + “He stole her from me! this schwein of an Englishman! He came like a + thief, like a dog and a dog's son and stole her! She was mine! She would + have been mine! She loved me! She was learning to love me. I was too quick + with her once, but she had forgiven me and was learning to love me. But + this pig!” He gnashed his teeth upon the word. + </p> + <p> + “Stop, Mr. Switzer,” said Jane, controlling her agitation and her terror. + “You must not speak to me like that. You are forgetting yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgetting myself!” he raged, his face livid blue and white. “Forgetting + myself! Yes, yes! I forget everything but one thing. That I shall not + forget. I shall not forget him nor how he stole her from me. Gott in + Himmel! Him I shall never forget. No, when these hairs are white,” he + struck his head with his clenched fist, “I shall still remember and curse + him.” Abruptly he stayed the rush of his words. Then more deliberately but + with an added intensity of passion he continued, “But no, never shall he + have her. Never. God hears me. Never. Him I will kill, destroy.” He had + wrought himself up into a paroxysm of uncontrollable fury, his breath came + in jerking gasps, his features worked with convulsive twitchings, his jaws + champed and snapped upon his words like a dog's worrying rats. + </p> + <p> + To Jane it seemed a horrible and repulsive sight, yet she could not stay + her pity from him. She remembered it was love that had moved him to this + pitch of madness. Love after all was a terrible thing. She could not + despise him. She could only pity. Her very silence at length recalled him. + For some moments he stood struggling to regain his composure. Gradually he + became aware that her eyes were resting on his face. The pity in her eyes + touched him, subdued him, quenched the heat of his rage. + </p> + <p> + “I have lost her,” he said, his lips quivering. “She will never change.” + </p> + <p> + “No, she will never change,” replied Jane gently. “But you can always love + her. And she will be happy.” + </p> + <p> + “She will be happy?” he exclaimed, looking at her in astonishment. “But + she will not be mine.” + </p> + <p> + “No, she will not be yours,” said Jane still very gently, “but she will be + happy, and after all, that is what you most want. You are anxious chiefly + that she shall be happy. You would give everything to make her happy.” + </p> + <p> + “I would give my life. Oh, gladly, gladly, I would give my life, I would + give my soul, I would give everything I have on earth and heaven too.” + </p> + <p> + “Then don't grieve too much,” said Jane, putting her hand on his arm. “She + will be happy.” + </p> + <p> + “But what of me?” he cried pitifully, his voice and lips trembling like + those of a little child in distress. “Shall I be happy?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not now,” replied Jane steadily, striving to keep back her tears, + “perhaps some day. But you will think more of her happiness than of your + own. Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy.” + </p> + <p> + For some moments the man stood as if trying to understand what she had + said. Then with a new access of grief and rage, he cried, “But my God! My + God! I want her. I cannot live without her. I could make her happy too.” + </p> + <p> + “No, never,” said Jane. “She loves him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ach—so. Yes, she loves him, and I—hate him. He is the cause + of this. Some day I will kill him. I will kill him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then she would never be happy again,” said Jane, and her face was full of + pain and of pity. + </p> + <p> + “Go away,” he said harshly. “Go away. You know not what you say. Some day + I shall make him suffer as I suffer to-day. God hears me. Some day.” He + lifted his hands high above his head. Then with a despairing cry, “Oh, I + have lost her, I have lost her,” he turned from Jane and rushed into the + woods. + </p> + <p> + Shaken, trembling and penetrated with pity for him, Jane made her way + toward the office, near which she found Larry with the manager discussing + an engineering problem which appeared to interest them both. + </p> + <p> + “Where's Ernest?” inquired Larry. + </p> + <p> + “He has just gone,” said Jane, struggling to speak quietly. “I think we + must hurry, Larry. Come, please. Good-bye, Mr. Steinberg.” She hurried + away toward the horses, leaving Larry to follow. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Jane?” said Larry when they were on their way. + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't you tell me, Larry, that he was fond of Kathleen?” she cried + indignantly. “I hurt him terribly, and, oh, it was awful to see a man like + that.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say? Did he cut up rough?” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + Jane made no reply, but her face told its own story of shock and + suffering. + </p> + <p> + “He need not have let out upon you, Jane, anyway,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Don't, Larry. You don't understand. He loves Kathleen. You don't know + anything about it. How can you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he will get over it in time,” said Larry with a slight laugh. + </p> + <p> + Jane flashed on him a look of indignation. “Oh, how can you, Larry? It was + just terrible to see him. But you do not know,” she added with a touch of + bitterness unusual with her. + </p> + <p> + “One thing I do know,” said Larry. “I would not pour out my grief on some + one else. I would try to keep it to myself.” + </p> + <p> + But Jane refused to look at him or to speak again on the matter. Never in + her sheltered life had there been anything suggesting tragedy. Never had + she seen a strong man stricken to the heart as she knew this man to be + stricken. The shadow of that tragedy stayed with her during all the + remaining days of her visit. The sight of Kathleen's happy face never + failed to recall the face of the man who loved her distorted with agony + and that cry of despair, “I have lost her, I have lost her.” + </p> + <p> + Not that her last days at the ranch were not happy days. She was far too + healthy and wholesome, far too sane to allow herself to miss the gladness + of those last few days with her friends where every moment offered its + full measure of joy. Nora would have planned a grand picnic for the last + day on which the two households, including Jack Romayne, who by this time + was quite able to go about, were to pay a long-talked-of visit to a famous + canyon in the mountains. The party would proceed to the canyon in the two + cars, for Mr. Wakeham's car and Mr. Wakeham's person as driver had been + constantly at the service of the Gwynnes and their guests during their + stay at the farm. + </p> + <p> + “But that is our very last day, Nora,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's just why,” replied Nora. “We shall wind up our festivities + in one grand, glorious finale.” + </p> + <p> + But the wise mother interposed. “It is a long ride, Nora, and you don't + want to be too tired for your journey. I think the very last day we had + better spend quietly at home.” + </p> + <p> + Jane's eyes flashed upon her a grateful look. And so it came that the + grand finale was set back to the day before the last, and proved to be a + gloriously enjoyable if exhausting outing. The last day was spent by Nora + in making preparations for her visit with Jane to Banff and in putting the + final touches to such household tasks as might help to lessen somewhat the + burden for those who would be left behind. Jane spent the morning in a + farewell visit to the Waring-Gaunts', which she made in company with + Kathleen. + </p> + <p> + “I hope, my dear Jane, you have enjoyed your stay with us here at Wolf + Willow,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt as Jane was saying good-bye. + </p> + <p> + “I have been very happy,” said Jane. “Never in my life have I had such a + happy time.” + </p> + <p> + “Now it is good of you to say that,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “You have + made us all love you.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite true,” said her husband. “Repetition of the great Caesar's + experience veni vidi vici, eh? What?” + </p> + <p> + “So say I,” said Jack Romayne. “It has been a very real pleasure to know + you, Jane. For my part, I shan't forget your visit to me, and the talks we + have had together.” + </p> + <p> + “You have all been good to me. I cannot tell you how I feel about it.” + Jane's voice was a little tremulous, but her smile was as bright as ever. + “I don't believe I shall ever have such a perfectly happy visit again.” + </p> + <p> + “What nonsense, my dear,” said Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. “I predict many, many + very happy days for you. You have that beautiful gift of bringing your joy + with you.” + </p> + <p> + Jack accompanied them on their way to the road. “Kathleen and I are hoping + that perhaps you may be able to come to our wedding. It will be very soon—in + a few weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, could you, Jane, dear?” said Kathleen. “We should like it above + everything else. I know it is a long, long journey, but if you could.” + </p> + <p> + “When is it to be?” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Somewhere about the middle of October.” But Jane shook her head + disconsolately. By that time she knew she would be deep in her university + work, and with Jane work ever came before play. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid not,” she said. “But, oh, I do wish you all the happiness in + the world. Nothing has ever made me so glad. Oh, but you will be happy, I + know. Both of you are so lovely.” A sudden rush of tears filled the deep + dark eyes as she shook hands with Jack in farewell. “But,” she cried in + sudden rapture, “why not come to us for a day on your wedding trip?” + </p> + <p> + “That's a splendid idea.” For a moment or two Jack and Kathleen stood + looking at each other. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, we shall surely come. You may count on us,” said Jack. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon Mrs. Gwynne sent Jane away for a ride with Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Just go quietly, Larry,” said his mother. “Don't race and don't tire + Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take care of her,” said Larry, “but I won't promise that we won't + race. Jane would not stand for that, you know. Besides she is riding + Ginger, and Ginger is not exactly like old Polly. But never fear, we shall + have a good ride, Mother,” he added, waving his hand gaily as they rode + away, taking the coolee trail to the timber lot. + </p> + <p> + Larry was in high spirits. He talked of his work for the winter. He was + hoping great things from this his last year in college. For the first time + in his university career he would be able to give the full term to study. + He would be a couple of weeks late on account of Kathleen's marriage, but + he would soon make that up. He had his work well in hand and this year he + meant to do something worth while. “I should like to take that medal home + to Mother,” he said with a laugh. “I just fancy I see her face. She would + try awfully hard not to seem proud, but she would just be running over + with it.” Jane gave, as ever, a sympathetic hearing but she had little to + say, even less than was usual with her. Her smile, however, was as quick + and as bright as ever, and Larry chattered on beside her apparently + unaware of her silence. Up the coolee and through the woods and back by + the dump their trail led them. On the way home they passed the Switzer + house. + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen Mr. Switzer?” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “No, by Jove, he hasn't been near us for a week, has he?” replied Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Poor man, I feel so sorry for him,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he will be all right. He is busy with his work. He is awfully keen + about that mine of his, and once the thing is over—after Kathleen is + married, I mean—it will be different.” + </p> + <p> + Jane rode on in silence for some distance. Then she said, + </p> + <p> + “I wonder how much you know about it, Larry. I don't think you know the + very least bit.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, perhaps not,” said Larry cheerfully, “but they always get over it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do they?” said Jane. “I wonder.” + </p> + <p> + And again she rode on listening in silence to Larry's chatter. + </p> + <p> + “You will have a delightful visit at Banff, Jane. Do you know Wakeham is + going to motor up? He is to meet his father there. He asked me to go with + him,” and as he spoke Larry glanced at her face. + </p> + <p> + “That would be splendid for you, Larry,” she said, “but you couldn't leave + them at home with all the work going on, could you?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Larry gloomily, “I do not suppose I could. But I think you + might have let me say that.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is true, isn't it, Larry?” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's true, and there's no use talking about it, and so I told him. + But,” he said, cheering up again, “I have been having a holiday these two + weeks since you have been here.” + </p> + <p> + “I know,” said Jane remorsefully, “we must have cut into your work + dreadfully.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have loafed a bit, but it was worth while. What a jolly time we + have had! At least, I hope you have had, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't need to ask me, do you, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know. You are so dreadfully secretive as to your feelings, one + never knows about you.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, you are talking nonsense,” replied Jane hotly. “You know quite well + that I have enjoyed every minute of my visit here.” + </p> + <p> + They rode in silence for some time, then Larry said, “Jane, you are the + best chum a fellow ever had. You never expect a chap to pay you special + attention or make love to you. There is none of that sort of nonsense + about you, is there?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Larry,” said Jane simply, but she kept her face turned away from him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <h3> + THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS + </h3> + <p> + The results of the University examinations filled three sheets of the + Winnipeg morning papers. With eager eyes and anxious hearts hundreds of + the youth of Manitoba and the other western provinces scanned these lists. + It was a veritable Day of Judgment, a day of glad surprises for the + faithful in duty and the humble in heart, a day of Nemesis for the vainly + self-confident slackers who had grounded their hopes upon eleventh hour + cramming and lucky shots in exam papers. There were triumphs which won + universal approval, others which received grudging praise. + </p> + <p> + Of the former, none of those, in the Junior year at least, gave more + general satisfaction than did Jane Brown's in the winning of the German + prize over Heinrich Kellerman, and for a number of reasons. In the first + place Jane beat the German in his own language, at his own game, so to + speak. Then, too, Jane, while a hard student, took her full share in + college activities, and carried through these such a spirit of generosity + and fidelity as made her liked and admired by the whole body of the + students. Kellerman, on the other hand, was of that species of student + known as a pot-hunter, who took no interest in college life, but devoted + himself solely to the business of getting for himself everything that the + college had to offer. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps Jane alone, of his fellow students, gave a single thought to the + disappointment of the little Jew. She alone knew how keenly he had striven + for the prize, and how surely he had counted upon winning it. She had the + feeling, too, that somehow the class lists did not represent the relative + scholarship of the Jew and herself. He knew more German than she. It was + this feeling that prompted her to write him a note which brought an answer + in formal and stilted English. + </p> + <p> + “Dear Miss Brown,” the answer ran, “I thank you for your beautiful note, + which is so much like yourself that in reading it I could see your smile, + which so constantly characterises you to all your friends. I confess to + disappointment, but the disappointment is largely mitigated by the + knowledge that the prize which I failed to acquire went to one who is so + worthy of it, and for whom I cherish the emotions of profound esteem and + good will. Your devoted and disappointed rival, Heinrich Kellerman.” + </p> + <p> + “Rather sporting of him, isn't it?” said Jane to her friend Ethel Murray, + who had come to dinner. + </p> + <p> + “Sporting?” said Ethel. “It is the last thing I would have said about + Kellerman.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the worst of prizes,” said Jane, “some one has to lose.” + </p> + <p> + “Just the way I feel about Mr. MacLean,” said Ethel. “He ought to have had + the medal and not I. He knows more philosophy in a minute than I in a + week.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I wouldn't say that,” said Jane judicially. “And though I am awfully + glad you got it, Ethel, I am sorry for Mr. MacLean. You know he is working + his way through college, and has to keep up a mission through the term. He + is a good man.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he is good, a little too good,” said Ethel, making a little face. + “Isn't it splendid about Larry Gwynne getting the Proficiency, and the + first in Engineering? Now he is what I call a sport. Of course he doesn't + go in for games much, but he's into everything, the Lit., the Dramatic + Society, and Scuddy says he helped him tremendously with the Senior class + in the Y. M. C. A. work.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Jane, “and the Register told Papa that the University had + never graduated such a brilliant student. And Ramsay Dunn told me that he + just ran the Athletic Association and was really responsible for the + winning of the track team.” + </p> + <p> + “What a pity about Ramsay Dunn,” said Ethel. “He just managed to scrape + through. Do you know, the boys say he kept himself up mostly on + whiskey-and-sodas through the exams. He must be awfully clever, and he is + so good-looking.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Ramsay,” said Jane, “he has not had a very good chance. I mean, he + has too much money. He is coming to dinner to-night, Ethel, and Frank + Smart, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Frank Smart! They say he is doing awfully well. Father says he is one + of the coming men in his profession. He is a great friend of yours, isn't + he, Jane?” said Ethel, with a meaning smile. + </p> + <p> + “We have known him a long time,” said Jane, ignoring the smile. “We think + a great deal of him.” + </p> + <p> + “When have you seen Larry?” enquired Ethel. “He comes here a lot, doesn't + he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. He says this is his Winnipeg home. I haven't seen him all to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't mean to tell me!” exclaimed Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “I mean I haven't seen him to congratulate him on his medal. His mother + will be so glad.” + </p> + <p> + “You know his people, don't you? Tell me about them. You see, I may as + well confess to you that I have a fearful crush on Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “I know,” said Jane sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + “But,” continued Ethel, “he is awfully difficult. His people are ranching, + aren't they? And poor, I understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they are ranching,” said Jane, “and Larry has had quite a hard time + getting through. I had a lovely visit last fall with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, tell me about it!” exclaimed Ethel. “I heard a little, you know, from + Larry.” + </p> + <p> + For half an hour Jane dilated on her western visit to the Lakeside Farm. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you lucky girl!” cried Ethel. “What a chance you had! To think of it! + Three weeks, lonely rides, moonlight, and not a soul to butt in! Oh, Jane! + I only wish I had had such a chance! Did nothing happen, Jane? Oh, come on + now, you are too awfully oysteresque. Didn't he come across at all?” + </p> + <p> + Jane's face glowed a dull red, but she made no pretence of failing to + understand Ethel's meaning. “Oh, there is no nonsense of that kind with + Larry,” she said. “We are just good friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Good friends!” exclaimed Ethel indignantly. “That's just where he is so + awfully maddening. I can't understand him. He has lots of red blood, and + he is a sport, too. But somehow he never knows a girl from her brother. He + treats me just the way he treats Bruce and Leslie. I often wonder what he + would do if I kissed him. I've tried squeezing his hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you?” said Jane, with a delighted laugh. “What did he do?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, he never knew it. I could have killed him,” said Ethel in disgust. + </p> + <p> + “He is going away to Chicago,” said Jane abruptly, “to your friends, the + Wakehams. Mr. Wakeham is in mines, as you know. Larry is to get two + thousand dollars to begin with. It is a good position, and I am glad for + him. Oh, there I see Mr. MacLean and Frank Smart coming in.” + </p> + <p> + When the party had settled down they discussed the Class lists and prize + winners till Dr. Brown appeared. + </p> + <p> + “Shall we have dinner soon, Jane?” he said as she welcomed him. “I wish to + get through with my work early so as to take in the big political meeting + this evening. Mr. Allen is to speak and there is sure to be a crowd.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall have it served at once, Papa. Larry is coming, but we won't wait + for him.” + </p> + <p> + They were half through dinner before Larry appeared. He came in looking + worn, pale and thinner even than usual. But there was a gleam in his eye + and an energy in his movements that indicated sound and vigorous health. + </p> + <p> + “You are not late, Larry,” said Jane; “we are early. Papa is going to the + political meeting.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” cried Larry. “So am I. You are going, Frank, and you, MacLean?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know yet,” said MacLean. + </p> + <p> + “We are all due at Mrs. Allen's, Larry, you remember. It is a party for + the Graduating Class, too,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “So we are. But we can take in the political meeting first, eh, Mac?” + </p> + <p> + But MacLean glanced doubtfully at Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “I have just had a go with Holtzman,” said Larry, “the German Socialist, + you know. He was ramping and raging like a wild man down in front of the + post office. I know him quite well. He is going to heckle Mr. Allen + to-night.” + </p> + <p> + The girls were keen to take in the political meeting, but Larry objected. + </p> + <p> + “There will be a rough time, likely. It will be no place for ladies. We + will take you to the party, then join you again after the meeting.” + </p> + <p> + The girls were indignant and appealed to Dr. Brown. + </p> + <p> + “I think,” said he, “perhaps you had better not go. The young gentlemen + can join you later, you know, at Allens' party.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we don't want them then,” said Ethel, “and, indeed, we can go by + ourselves to the party.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, Ethel, don't be naughty,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be very glad to take you to the party, Miss Murray,” said + MacLean. “I don't care so much for the meeting.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be fine, Mac!” exclaimed Larry enthusiastically. “In this way + neither they nor we will need to hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “Disgustingly selfish creature,” said Ethel, making a face at him across + the table. + </p> + <p> + Jane said nothing, but her face fell into firmer lines and her cheeks took + on a little colour. The dinner was cut short in order to allow Dr. Brown + to get through with his list of waiting patients. + </p> + <p> + “We have a few minutes, Ethel,” said Larry. “Won't you give us a little + Chopin, a nocturne or two, or a bit of Grieg?” + </p> + <p> + “Do, Ethel,” said Jane, “although you don't deserve it, Larry. Not a bit,” + she added. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what have I done?” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “For one thing,” said Jane, in a low, hurried voice, moving close to him, + “you have not given me a chance to congratulate you on your medal. Where + have you been all day?” + </p> + <p> + The reproach in her eyes and voice stirred Larry to quick defence. “I have + been awfully busy, Jane,” he said, “getting ready to go off to-morrow. I + got a telegram calling me to Chicago.” + </p> + <p> + “To Chicago? To-morrow?” said Jane, her eyes wide open with surprise. “And + you never came to tell me—to tell us? Why, we may never see you + again at all. But you don't care a bit, Larry,” she added. + </p> + <p> + The bitterness in her voice was so unusual with Jane that Larry in his + astonishment found himself without reply. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, Ethel,” she said, “I must see Ann a minute.” + </p> + <p> + As she hurried from the room Larry thought he caught a glint of tears in + her eyes. He was immediately conscience-stricken and acutely aware that he + had not treated Jane with the consideration that their long and unique + friendship demanded. True, he had been busy, but he could have found time + for a few minutes with her. Jane was no ordinary friend. He had not + considered her and this had deeply wounded her. And to-morrow he was going + away, and going away not to return. He was surprised at the quick stab of + pain that came with the thought that his days in Winnipeg were over. In + all likelihood his life's work would take him to Alberta. This meant that + when he left Winnipeg tomorrow there would be an end to all that + delightful comradeship with Jane which during the years of his long and + broken college course had formed so large a part of his life, and which + during the past winter had been closer and dearer than ever. Their lives + would necessarily drift apart. Other friends would come in and preoccupy + her mind and heart. Jane had the art of making friends and of “binding her + friends to her with hooks of steel.” He had been indulging the opinion + that of all her friends he stood first with her. Even if he were right, he + could not expect that this would continue. And now on their last evening + together, through his selfish stupidity, he had hurt her as never in all + the years they had been friends together. But Jane was a sensible girl. He + would make that right at once. She was the one girl he knew that he could + treat with perfect frankness. Most girls were afraid, either that you were + about to fall in love with them, or that you would not. Neither one fear + nor the other disturbed the serenity of Jane's soul. + </p> + <p> + As Jane re-entered the room, Larry sprang to meet her. “Jane,” he said in + a low, eager tone, “I am going to take you to the party.” + </p> + <p> + But Jane was her own serene self again, and made answer, “There is no + need, Larry. Mr. MacLean will see us safely there, and after the meeting + you will come. We must go now, Ethel.” There was no bitterness in her + voice. Instead, there was about her an air of gentle self-mastery, remote + alike from pain and passion, that gave Larry the feeling that the comfort + he had thought to bring was so completely unnecessary as to seem an + impertinence. Jane walked across to where Frank Smart was standing and + engaged him in an animated conversation. + </p> + <p> + As Larry watched her, it gave him a quick sharp pang to remember that + Frank Smart was a friend of older standing than he, that Smart was a + rising young lawyer with a brilliant future before him. He was a constant + visitor at this house. Why was it? Like a flash the thing stood revealed + to him. Without a doubt Smart was in love with Jane. His own heart went + cold at the thought. But why? he impatiently asked himself. He was not in + love with Jane. Of that he was quite certain. Why, then, this + dog-in-the-manger feeling? A satisfactory answer to this was beyond him. + One thing only stood out before his mind with startling clarity, if Jane + should give herself to Frank Smart, or, indeed, to any other, then for him + life would be emptied of one of its greatest joys. He threw down the music + book whose leaves he had been idly turning and, looking at his watch, + called out, “Do you know it is after eight o'clock, people?” + </p> + <p> + “Come, Ethel,” said Jane, “we must go. And you boys will have to hurry. + Larry, don't wait for Papa. He will likely have a seat on the platform. + Good night for the present. You can find your way out, can't you? And, Mr. + MacLean, you will find something to do until we come down?” + </p> + <p> + Smiling over her shoulder, Jane took Ethel off with her upstairs. + </p> + <p> + “Come, Smart, let's get a move on,” said Larry, abruptly seizing his hat + and making for the door. “We will have to fight to get in now.” + </p> + <p> + The theatre was packed, pit to gods. Larry and his friend with + considerable difficulty made their way to the front row of those standing, + where they found a group of University men, who gave them enthusiastic + welcome to a place in their company. The Chairman had made his opening + remarks, and the first speaker, the Honourable B. B. Bomberton, was well + on into his oration by the time they arrived. He was at the moment engaged + in dilating upon the peril through which the country had recently passed, + and thanking God that Canada had loyally stood by the Empire and had + refused to sell her heritage for a mess of pottage. + </p> + <p> + “Rot!” cried a voice from the first gallery, followed by cheers and + counter cheers. + </p> + <p> + The Honourable gentleman, however, was an old campaigner and not easily + thrown out of his stride. He fiercely turned upon his interrupter and + impaled him upon the spear point of his scornful sarcasm, waving the while + with redoubled vigour, “the grand old flag that for a thousand years had + led the embattled hosts of freedom in their fight for human rights.” + </p> + <p> + “Rot!” cried the same voice again. “Can the flag stuff. Get busy and say + something.” (Cheers, counter cheers, yells of “Throw him out,” followed by + disturbance in the gallery.) + </p> + <p> + Once more the speaker resumed his oration. He repeated his statement that + the country had been delivered from a great peril. The strain upon the + people's loyalty had been severe, but the bonds that bound them to the + Empire had held fast, and please God would ever hold fast. (Enthusiastic + demonstration from all the audience, indicating intense loyalty to the + Empire.) They had been invited to enter into a treaty for reciprocal trade + with the Republic south of us. He would yield to none in admiration, even + affection, for their American neighbours. He knew them well; many of his + warmest friends were citizens of that great Republic. But great as was his + esteem for that Republic he was not prepared to hand over his country to + any other people, even his American neighbours, to be exploited and + finally to be led into financial bondage. He proceeded further to + elaborate and illustrate the financial calamity that would overtake the + Dominion of Canada as a result of the establishment of Reciprocity between + the Dominion and the Republic. But there was more than that. They all knew + that ancient political maxim “Trade follows the flag.” But like most + proverbs it was only half a truth. The other half was equally true that + “The flag followed trade.” There was an example of that within their own + Empire. No nation in the world had a prouder record for loyalty than + Scotland. Yet in 1706 Scotland was induced to surrender her independence + as a nation and to enter into union with England. Why? Chiefly for the + sake of trade advantages. + </p> + <p> + “Ye're a dom leear,” shouted an excited Scot, rising to his feet in the + back of the hall. “It was no Scotland that surrendered. Didna Scotland's + king sit on England's throne. Speak the truth, mon.” (Cheers, uproarious + laughter and cries, “Go to it, Scotty; down wi' the Sassenach. Scotland + forever!”) + </p> + <p> + When peace had once more fallen the Honourable B. B. Bomberton went on. He + wished to say that his Scottish friend had misunderstood him. He was not a + Scot himself— + </p> + <p> + “Ye needna tell us that,” said the Scot. (Renewed cheers and laughter.) + </p> + <p> + But he would say that the best three-quarters of him was Scotch in that he + had a Scotch woman for a wife, and nothing that he had said or could say + could be interpreted as casting a slur upon that great and proud and noble + race than whom none had taken a larger and more honourable part in the + building and the maintaining of the Empire. But to resume. The country was + asked for the sake of the alleged economic advantage to enter into a + treaty with the neighbouring state which he was convinced would perhaps + not at first but certainly eventually imperil the Imperial bond. The + country rejected the proposal. The farmers were offered the double lure of + high prices for their produce and a lower price for machinery. Never was + he so proud of the farmers of his country as when they resisted the lure, + they refused the bait, they could not be bought, they declined to barter + either their independence or their imperial allegiance for gain. (Cheers, + groans, general uproar.) + </p> + <p> + Upon the subsidence of the uproar Frank Smart who, with Larry, had worked + his way forward among a body of students standing in the first row + immediately behind the seats, raised his hand and called out in a clear, + distinct and courteous voice, “Mr. Chairman, a question if you will permit + me.” The chairman granted permission. “Did I understand the speaker to say + that those Canadians who approved of the policy of Reciprocity were ready + to barter their independence or their imperial allegiance for gain? If so, + in the name of one half of the Canadian people I want to brand the + statement as an infamous and slanderous falsehood.” + </p> + <p> + Instantly a thousand people were on their feet cheering, yelling, on the + one part shouting, “Put him out,” and on the other demanding, “Withdraw.” + A half dozen fights started up in different parts of the theatre. In + Smart's immediate vicinity a huge, pugilistic individual rushed toward him + and reached for him with a swinging blow, which would undoubtedly have + ended for him the meeting then and there had not Larry, who was at his + side, caught the swinging arm with an upward cut so that it missed its + mark. Before the blow could be repeated Scudamore, the centre rush of the + University football team, had flung himself upon the pugilist, seized him + by the throat and thrust him back and back through the crowd, supported by + a wedge of his fellow students, striking, scragging, fighting and all + yelling the while with cheerful vociferousness. By the efforts of mutual + friends the two parties were torn asunder just as a policeman thrust + himself through the crowd and demanded to know the cause of the uproar. + </p> + <p> + “Here,” he cried, seizing Larry by the shoulder, “what does this mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't ask me,” said Larry, smiling pleasantly at him. “Ask that fighting + man over there.” + </p> + <p> + “You were fighting. I saw you,” insisted the policeman. + </p> + <p> + “Did you?” said Larry. “I am rather pleased to hear you say it, but I knew + nothing of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Sergeant,” shouted Smart above the uproar. “Oh, it's you, Mac. + You know me. You've got the wrong man. There's the man that started this + thing. He deliberately attacked me. Arrest him.” + </p> + <p> + Immediately there were clamorous counter charges and demands for arrest of + Smart and his student crew. + </p> + <p> + “Come now,” said Sergeant Mac, “keep quiet, or I'll be takin' ye all into + the coop.” + </p> + <p> + Order once more being restored, the speaker resumed by repudiating + indignantly the accusation of his young friend. Far be it from him to + impugn the loyalty of the great Liberal party, but he was bound to say + that while the Liberals might be themselves loyal both to the Dominion and + to the Empire, their policy was disastrous. They were sound enough in + their hearts but their heads were weak. After some further remarks upon + the fiscal issues between the two great political parties and after a + final wave of the imperial flag, the speaker declared that he now proposed + to leave the rest of the time to their distinguished fellow citizen, the + Honourable J. J. Allen. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Allen found himself facing an audience highly inflamed with passion + and alert for trouble. In a courteous and pleasing introduction he strove + to allay their excited feelings and to win for himself a hearing. The + matter which he proposed to bring to their attention was one of the very + greatest importance, and one which called for calm and deliberate + consideration. He only asked a hearing for some facts which every Canadian + ought to know and for some arguments based thereupon which they might + receive or reject according as they appealed to them or not. + </p> + <p> + “You are all right, Jim; go to it,” cried an enthusiastic admirer. + </p> + <p> + With a smile Mr. Allen thanked his friend for the invitation and assured + him that without loss of time he would accept it. He begged to announce + his theme: “The Imperative and Pressing Duty of Canada to Prepare to do + Her Part in Defence of the Empire.” He was prepared frankly and without + hesitation to make the assertion that war was very near the world and very + near our Empire and for the reason that the great military power of + Europe, the greatest military power the world had ever seen—Germany—purposed + to make war, was ready for war, and was waiting only a favourable + opportunity to begin. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, r-r-rats-s,” exclaimed a harsh voice. + </p> + <p> + “That's Holtzman,” said Larry to Smart. + </p> + <p> + (Cries of “Shut up!—Go on.”) + </p> + <p> + “I beg the gentleman who has so courteously interrupted me,” continued Mr. + Allen, “simply to wait for my facts.” (“Hear! Hear!” from many parts of + the building.) The sources of his information were three: first, his own + observation during a three months' tour in Germany; second, his + conversations with representative men in Great Britain, France and + Germany; and third, the experience of a young and brilliant attache of the + British Embassy at Berlin now living in Canada, with whom he had been + brought into touch by a young University student at present in this city. + From this latter source he had also obtained possession of literature + accessible only to a few. He spoke with a full sense of responsibility and + with a full appreciation of the value of words. + </p> + <p> + The contrast between the Honourable Mr. Allen and the speaker that + preceded him was such that the audience was not only willing but eager to + hear the facts and arguments which the speaker claimed to be in a position + to offer. Under the first head he gave in detail the story of his visit to + Germany and piled up an amazing accumulation of facts illustrative of + Germany's military and naval preparations in the way of land and sea + forces, munitions and munition factories, railroad construction, food + supplies and financial arrangements in the way of gold reserves and loans. + The preparations for war which, in the world's history, had been made by + Great Powers threatening the world's freedom, were as child's play to + these preparations now made by Germany, and these which he had given were + but a few illustrations of Germany's war preparations, for the more + important of these were kept hidden by her from the rest of the world. “My + argument is that preparation by a nation whose commercial and economic + instincts are so strong as those of the German people can only reasonably + be interpreted to mean a Purpose to War. That that purpose exists and that + that purpose determines Germany's world's politics, I have learned from + many prominent Germans, military and naval officers, professors, bankers, + preachers. And more than that this same purpose can be discovered in the + works of many distinguished German writers during the last twenty-five + years. You see this pile of books beside me? They are filled, with open + and avowed declarations of this purpose. The raison d'etre of the great + Pan-German League, of the powerful Navy League with one million and a half + members, and of the other great German organisations is war. Bear with me + while I read to you extracts from some of these writings. I respectfully + ask a patient hearing. I would not did I not feel it to be important that + from representative Germans themselves you should learn the dominating + purpose that has directed and determined the course of German activity in + every department of its national life for the last quarter of a century.” + </p> + <p> + For almost half an hour the speaker read extracts from the pile of books + on the table beside him. “I think I may now fairly claim to have + established first the fact of vast preparations by Germany for war and the + further fact that Germany cherishes in her heart a settled Purpose of + War.” It was interesting to know how this purpose had come to be so firmly + established in the heart of a people whom we had always considered to be + devoted to the cultivation of the gentler arts of peace. The history of + the rise and the development of this Purpose to War would be found in the + history of Germany itself. He then briefly touched upon the outstanding + features in the history of the German Empire from the days of the great + Elector of Brandenburg to the present time. During these last three + hundred years, while the English people were steadily fighting for and + winning their rights to freedom and self-government from tyrant kings, in + Prussia two powers were being steadily built up, namely autocracy and + militarism, till under Bismarck and after the War of 1870 these two powers + were firmly established in the very fibre of the new modern German Empire. + Since the days of Bismarck the autocrat of Germany had claimed the + hegemony of Europe and had dreamed of winning for himself and his Empire a + supreme place among the nations of the world. And this dream he had taught + his people to share with him, for to them it meant not simply greater + national glory, which had become a mania with them, but expansion of trade + and larger commercial returns. And for the realisation of this dream, the + German Kaiser and his people with him were ready and were waiting the + opportunity to plunge the world into the bloodiest war of all time. + </p> + <p> + At some length the speaker proceeded to develop the idea of the necessary + connection between autocracy and militarism, and the relation of + autocratic and military power to wars of conquest. “The German Kaiser,” he + continued, “is ready for war as no would-be world conqueror in the world's + history has ever been ready. The German Kaiser cherishes the purpose to + make war, and this purpose is shared in and approved by the whole body of + the German people.” These facts he challenged any one to controvert. If + these things were so, what should Canada do? Manifestly one thing only—she + should prepare to do her duty in defending herself and the great Empire. + “So far,” he continued, “I have raised no controversial points. I have + purposely abstained from dealing with questions that may be regarded from + a partisan point of view. I beg now to refer to a subject which unhappily + has become a matter of controversy in Canada—the subject, namely, of + the construction of a Canadian Navy. [Disturbance in various parts of the + building.] You have been patient. I earnestly ask you to be patient for a + few moments longer. Both political parties fortunately are agreed upon two + points; first, that Canada must do its share and is willing to do its + share in the defence of the Empire. On this point all Canadians are at + one, all Canadians are fully determined to do their full duty to the + Empire which has protected Canada during its whole history, and with which + it is every loyal Canadian's earnest desire to maintain political + connection. Second, Canada must have a Navy. Unfortunately, while we agree + upon these two points, there are two points upon which we differ. First, + we differ upon the method to be adopted in constructing our Navy and, + second, upon the question of Navy control in war. In regard to the second + point, I would only say that I should be content to leave the settlement + of that question to the event. When war comes that question will speedily + be settled, and settled, I am convinced, in a way consistent with what we + all desire to preserve, Canadian autonomy. In regard to the first, I would + be willing to accept any method of construction that promised efficiency + and speed, and with all my power I oppose any method that necessitates + delay. Considerations of such questions as location of dockyards, the type + of ship, the size of ship, I contend, are altogether secondary. The main + consideration is speed. I leave these facts and arguments with you, and + speaking not as a party politician but simply as a loyal Canadian and as a + loyal son of the Empire, I would say, 'In God's name, for our country's + honour and for the sake of our Empire's existence, let us with our whole + energy and with all haste prepare for war.'” + </p> + <p> + The silence that greeted the conclusion of this address gave eloquent + proof of the profound impression produced. + </p> + <p> + As the chairman rose to close the meeting the audience received a shock. + The raucous voice of Holtzman was heard again demanding the privilege of + asking two questions. + </p> + <p> + “The first question I would ask, Mr. Chairman, is this: Is not this + immense war preparation of Germany explicable on the theory of the purpose + of defence? Mr. Allen knows well that both on the eastern and southern + frontiers Germany is threatened by the aggression of the Pan-Slavic + movement, and to protect herself from this Pan-Slavic movement, together + with a possible French alliance, the war preparations of Germany are none + too vast. Besides, I would ask Mr. Allen, What about Britain's vast navy?” + </p> + <p> + “The answer to this question,” said Mr. Allen, “is quite simple. What + nation has threatened Germany for the past forty years? On the contrary, + every one knows that since 1875 five separate times has Germany threatened + war against France and twice against Russia. Furthermore military experts + assure us that in defensive war an army equipped with modern weapons can + hold off from four to eight times its own strength. It is absurd to say + that Germany's military preparations are purely defensive. As for + Britain's navy, the answer is equally simple. Britain's Empire is like no + other Empire in the world in that it lies spread out upon the seven seas. + It is essential to her very life that she be able to keep these waterways + open to her ships. Otherwise she exists solely upon the sufferance of any + nation that can wrest from her the supremacy of the sea. At her will + Germany has the right to close against all the world the highways of her + empire; the highways of Britain's empire are the open seas which she + shares with the other nations of the world and which she cannot close. + Therefore, these highways she must be able to make safe.” + </p> + <p> + “If Mr. Allen imagines that this answer of his will satisfy any but the + most bigoted Britain, I am content. Another question I would ask. Does not + Mr. Allen think that if the capitalistic classes, who leave their burdens + to be borne by the unhappy proletariat, were abolished wars would + immediately cease? Does he not know that recently it was proved in Germany + that the Krupps were found to be promoting war scares in France in the + interests of their own infernal trade? And lastly does not history prove + that Britain is the great robber nation of the world? And does he not + think that it is time she was driven from her high place by a nation which + is her superior, commercially, socially, intellectually and every other + way?” + </p> + <p> + As if by a preconcerted signal it seemed as if the whole top gallery broke + into a pandemonium of approving yells, while through other parts of the + house arose fierce shouts, “Throw him out.” Mr. Allen rose and stood + quietly waiting till the tumult had ceased. + </p> + <p> + “If the gentleman wishes to engage me in a discussion on socialism, my + answer is that this is not the time nor place for such a discussion. The + question which I have been considering is one much too grave to be mixed + up with an academic discussion of any socialistic theories.” + </p> + <p> + “Aha! Aha!” laughed Holtzman scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “As for Britain's history, that stands for all the world to read. All the + nations have been guilty of crimes; but let me say that any one who knows + the history of Germany for the last three hundred years is aware that in + unscrupulous aggression upon weaker neighbours, in treachery to friend and + foe, Germany is the equal of any nation in the world. But if you consider + her history since 1864 Germany stands in shameless and solitary + pre-eminence above any nation that has ever been for unscrupulous greed, + for brutal, ruthless oppression of smaller peoples, and for cynical + disregard of treaty covenants, as witness Poland, Austria, Denmark, + Holland and France. As to the treachery of the Krupps, I believe the + gentleman is quite right, but I would remind him that the Kaiser has no + better friend to-day than Bertha Krupp, and she is a German.” + </p> + <p> + From every part of the theatre rose one mighty yell of delight and + derision, during which Holtzman stood wildly gesticulating and shouting + till a hand was seen to reach his collar and he disappeared from view. + Once more order was restored and the chairman on the point of closing the + meeting, when Larry said to his friend Smart: + </p> + <p> + “I should dearly love to take a hand in this.” + </p> + <p> + “Jump in,” said Smart, and Larry “jumped in.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Chairman,” he said quietly, “may I ask Mr. Allen a question?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said the chairman in curt reply. “The hour is late and I think + further discussion at present is unprofitable.” + </p> + <p> + But here Mr. Allen interposed. “I hope, Mr. Chairman,” he said, “you will + allow my young friend, Mr. Gwynne, of whose brilliant achievements in our + University we are all so proud, to ask his question.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said the chairman in no good will. + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to thank Mr. Allen for his courtesy,” said Larry. “Further I + wish to say that though by birth, by training, and by conviction I am a + pacifist and totally opposed to war, yet to-night I have been profoundly + impressed by the imposing array of facts presented by the speaker and by + the arguments built upon these facts, and especially by the fine patriotic + appeal with which Mr. Allen closed his address. But I am not satisfied, + and my question is this—” + </p> + <p> + “Will not Mr. Gwynne come to the platform?” said Mr. Allen. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Larry, “I prefer to stay where I am, I am much too shy.” + </p> + <p> + Cries of “Platform! Platform!” however, rose on every side, to which Larry + finally yielded, and encouraged by the cheers of his fellow students and + of his other friends in the audience, he climbed upon the platform. His + slight, graceful form, the look of intellectual strength upon his pale + face, his modest bearing, his humorous smile won sympathy even from those + who were impatient at the prolonging of the meeting. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Chairman,” he began with an exaggerated look of fear upon his face, + “I confess I am terrified by the position in which I find myself, and were + it not that I feel deeply the immense importance of this question and the + gravity of the appeal with which the speaker closed his address, I would + not have ventured to say a word. My first question is this: Does not Mr. + Allen greatly exaggerate the danger of war with Germany? And my reasons + for this question are these. Every one knows that the relations between + Great Britain and Germany have been steadily improving during the last two + or three years. I note in this connection a statement made only a few + months ago by the First Lord of the Admiralty, Mr. Winston Churchill. It + reads as follows: + </p> + <p> + “'The Germans are a nation with robust minds and a high sense of honour + and fair play. They look at affairs in a practical military spirit. They + like to have facts put squarely before them. They do not want them wrapped + up lest they should be shocked by them, and relations between the two + countries have steadily improved during the past year. They have steadily + improved side by side with every evidence of our determination to maintain + our naval supremacy.' + </p> + <p> + “These words spoken in the British House of Commons give us Mr. Winston + Churchill's deliberate judgment as to the relations between Germany and + Great Britain. Further Mr. Allen knows that during the past two years + various peace delegations composed of people of the highest standing in + each country have exchanged visits. I understand from private + correspondence from those who have promoted these delegations that the + last British delegation was received in Germany with the utmost enthusiasm + by men of all ranks and professions, generals, admirals, burgomasters, + professors and by the Kaiser himself, all professing devotion to the cause + of peace and all wishing the delegation Godspeed. Surely these are + indications that the danger of war is passing away. You, Sir, have made an + appeal for war preparation tonight, a great and solemn appeal and a moving + appeal for war—merciful God, for war! I have been reading about war + during the past three months, I have been reading again Zola's Debacle—a + great appeal for preparedness, you would say. Yes, but a terrific picture + of the woes of war.” + </p> + <p> + Larry paused. A great silence had fallen upon the people. There flashed + across his mind as he spoke a vision of war's red, reeking way across the + fair land of France. In a low but far-penetrating voice, thrilling with + the agonies which were spread out before him in vision, he pictured the + battlefield with its mad blood lust, the fury of men against men with whom + they had no quarrel, the mangled ruins of human remains in dressing + station and hospital, the white-faced, wild-eyed women waiting at home, + and back of all, safe, snug and cynical, the selfish, ambitious promoters + of war. Steady as a marching column without pause or falter, in a tone + monotonous yet thrilling with a certain subdued passion, he gave forth his + indictment of war. He was on familiar ground for this had been the theme + of his prize essay last winter. But to-night the thing to him was vital, + terrifying, horrible. He was delivering no set address, but with all the + power of his soul he was pleading for comrades and friends, for wives and + sweethearts, for little babes and for white-haired mothers, “and in the + face of all this, you are asking us to prepare that we Canadians, peaceful + and peace-loving, should do our share to perpetrate this unspeakable + outrage upon our fellow men, this insolent affront against Almighty God. + Tell me, if Canada, if Britain, were to expend one-tenth, one-hundredth + part of the energy, skill, wealth, in promoting peace which they spend on + war, do you not think we might have a surer hope of warding off from our + Canadian homes this unspeakable horror?” With white face and flaming eyes, + his form tense and quivering, he stood facing the advocate of war. For + some moments, during which men seemed scarcely to breathe, the two faced + each other. Then in a voice that rang throughout the theatre as it had not + in all his previous speech, but vibrant with sad and passionate + conviction, Mr. Allen made reply. + </p> + <p> + “It is to ward off from our people and from our Canadian homes this + calamity that you have so vividly pictured for us that I have made my + appeal to-night. Your enemy who seeks your destruction will be more likely + to halt in his spring if you cover him with your gun than if you appeal to + him with empty hands. For this reason, it is that once more I appeal to my + fellow Canadians in God's name, in the name of all that we hold dear, let + us with all our power and with all speed prepare for war.” + </p> + <p> + “God Save the King,” said the Chairman. And not since the thrilling days + of Mafeking had Winnipeg people sung that quaint archaic, but moving + anthem as they sang it that night. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <h3> + THE CLOSING OF THE DOOR + </h3> + <p> + From the remarks of his friends even as they thronged him, offering + congratulations, Mr. Allen could easily gather that however impressive his + speech had been, few of his audience had taken his warning seriously. + </p> + <p> + “You queered my speech, Larry,” he said, “but I forgive you.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, Sir,” replied Larry. “You certainly got me.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear,” replied Mr. Allen, “that I am 'the voice crying in the + wilderness.'” + </p> + <p> + At the Allens' party Larry was overwhelmed with congratulations on his + speech, the report of which had been carried before him by his friends. + </p> + <p> + “They tell me your speech was quite thrilling,” said Mrs. Allen as she + greeted Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Your husband is responsible for everything,” replied Larry. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mr. Allen, “Miss Jane here is finally responsible. Hers were + the big shells I fired.” + </p> + <p> + “Not mine,” replied Jane. “I got them from Mr. Romayne, your + brother-in-law, Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm blowed!” said Larry. “That's where the stuff came from! But it + was mighty effective, and certainly you put it to us, Mr. Allen. You made + us all feel like fighting. Even Scuddy, there, ran amuck for a while.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” said Mr. Allen, “you don't really mean to say that Scudamore, our + genial Y. M. C. A. Secretary, was in that scrap? That cheers me greatly.” + </p> + <p> + “Was he!” said Ramsay Dunn, whose flushed face and preternaturally grave + demeanour sufficiently explained his failure to appear at Dr. Brown's + dinner. “While Mr. Smart's life was saved by the timely upper-cut of our + distinguished pacifist, Mr. Gwynne, without a doubt Mr. Scudamore—hold + him there, Scallons, while I adequately depict his achievement—” + Immediately Scallons and Ted Tuttle, Scudamore's right and left supports + on the scrimmage line, seized him and held him fast. “As I was saying,” + continued Dunn, “great as were the services rendered to the cause by our + distinguished pacifist, Mr. Gwynne, the supreme glory must linger round + the head of our centre scrim and Y. M. C. A. Secretary, Mr. Scudamore, to + whose effective intervention both Mr. Smart and Mr. Gwynne owe the + soundness of their physical condition which we see them enjoying at the + present moment.” + </p> + <p> + In the midst of his flowing periods Dunn paused abruptly and turned away. + He had caught sight of Jane's face, grieved and shocked, in the group + about him. Later he approached her with every appearance of profound + humiliation. “Miss Brown,” he said, “I must apologise for not appearing at + dinner this evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Dunn,” said Jane, “why will you do it? Why break the hearts of + all your friends?” + </p> + <p> + “Why? Because I am a fool,” he said bitterly. “If I had more friends like + you, Miss Brown,” he paused abruptly, then burst forth, “Jane, you always + make me feel like a beast.” But Larry's approach cut short any further + conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, I want to talk to you,” said Larry impetuously. “Let us get away + somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + In the library they found a quiet spot, where they sat down. + </p> + <p> + “I want to tell you,” said Larry, “that I feel that I treated you shabbily + to-day. I have only a poor excuse to offer, but I should like to explain.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't, Larry,” said Jane, her words coming with hurried impetuosity. “I + was very silly. I had quite forgotten it. You know we have always told + each other things, and I expected that you would come in this morning just + to talk over your medal, and I did want a chance to say how glad I was for + you, and how glad and how proud I knew your mother would be; and to tell + the truth really,” she added with a shy little laugh, “I wanted to have + you congratulate me on my prize too. But, Larry, I understand how you + forgot.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgot!” said Larry. “No, Jane, I did not forget, but this telegram from + Chicago came last night, and I was busy with my packing all morning and + then in the afternoon I thought I would hurry through a few calls—they + always take longer than one thinks—and before I knew it I was late + for dinner. I had not forgotten; I was thinking of you all day, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you, Larry?” said Jane, a gentle tenderness in her smile. “I am + glad.” + </p> + <p> + Then a silence fell between them for some moments. They were both thinking + of the change that was coming to their lives. Larry was wondering how he + would ever do without this true-hearted friend whose place in his life he + was only discovering now to be so large. He glanced at her. Her eyes were + glowing with a soft radiance that seemed to overflow from some inner + spring. + </p> + <p> + “Jane,” he cried with a sudden impulse, “you are lovely, you are perfectly + lovely.” + </p> + <p> + A shy, startled, eager look leaped into her eyes. Then her face grew pale. + She waited, expectant, tremulous. But at that instant a noisy group passed + into the library. + </p> + <p> + “Larry,” whispered Jane, turning swiftly to him and laying her hand upon + his arm, “you will take me home to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Jane, of course,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + As they passed out from the library Helen Brookes met them. “Larry, come + here,” she said in a voice of suppressed excitement. “Larry, don't you + want to do something for me? Scuddy wants to take me home tonight, and I + don't want him to.” + </p> + <p> + “But why not, Helen? You ought to be good to Scuddy, poor chap. He's a + splendid fellow, and I won't have him abused.” + </p> + <p> + “Not to-night, Larry; I can't have him to-night. You will take me home, + won't you? I am going very soon.” + </p> + <p> + “You are, eh? Well, if you can go within ten minutes, I shall be ready.” + </p> + <p> + “Say fifteen,” said Helen, turning to meet Lloyd Rushbrook, the Beau + Brummel of the college, who came claiming a dance. + </p> + <p> + Larry at once went in search of Jane to tell her of his engagement with + Helen Brookes, but could find her nowhere, and after some time spent in a + vain search, he left a message for her with his hostess. At the head of + the stairs he found Helen waiting. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, hurry, Larry,” she cried in a fever of excitement. “Let's get away + quickly.” + </p> + <p> + “Two minutes will do me,” said Larry, rushing into the dressing room. + </p> + <p> + There he found Scudamore pacing up and down in fierce, gloomy silence. + </p> + <p> + “You are taking her home, Larry?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Who?” said Larry. Then glancing at his face, he added, “Yes, Scuddy, I am + taking Helen home. She is apparently in a great hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “She need not be; I shall not bother her any more,” said Scuddy bitterly, + “and you can tell her that for me, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I won't tell her that, Scuddy,” said Larry, “and, Scuddy,” he added, + imparting a bit of worldly wisdom, “campaigns are not won in a single + battle, and, Scuddy, remember too that the whistling fisherman catches the + fish. So cheer up, old boy.” But Scuddy only glowered at him. + </p> + <p> + Larry found Helen awaiting him, and quietly they slipped out together. + “This is splendid of you, Larry,” she said, taking his arm and giving him + a little squeeze. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know about that, Helen. I left Scuddy raging upstairs there. You + girls are the very devil for cruelty sometimes. You get men serious with + you, then you flirt and flutter about till the unhappy wretches don't know + where they are at. Here's our car.” + </p> + <p> + “Car!” exclaimed Helen. “With this moonlight, Larry? And you going away + to-morrow? Not if I know it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is fearfully unromantic, Helen, I know. But I must hurry. I have to + take Jane home.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jane! It's always Jane, Jane!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, why not?” said Larry. “For years Jane has been my greatest pal, my + best friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more?” said Helen earnestly. “Cross your heart, Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more, cross my heart and all the rest of it,” replied Larry. + “Why! here's another car, Helen.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry, you are horrid, perfectly heartless! We may never walk + together again. Here I am throwing myself at you and you only think of + getting away back.” Under her chaffing words there sounded a deeper note. + </p> + <p> + “So I see,” said Larry, laughing and refusing to hear the deeper + undertone. “But I see something else as well.” + </p> + <p> + “What?” challenged Helen. + </p> + <p> + “I see Scuddy leading out from Trinity some day the loveliest girl in + Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I won't talk about Scuddy,” said Helen impatiently. “I want to talk + about you. Tell me about this Chicago business.” + </p> + <p> + For the rest of the way home she led Larry to talk of his plans for the + future. At her door Helen held out her hand. “You won't come in, Larry, I + know, so we will say good-bye here.” Her voice was gentle and earnest. The + gay, proud, saucy air which she had ever worn and which had been one of + her chief charms, was gone. The moonlight revealed a lovely wistful face + from which misty eyes looked into his. “This is the end of our good times + together, Larry. And we have had good times. You are going to be a great + man some day. I wish you all the best in life.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Helen,” said Larry, touched by the tones of her voice and the + look in her eyes. “We have been good friends. We shall never be anything + else. With my heart I wish you—oh, just everything that is good, + Helen dear. Good-bye,” he said, leaning toward her. “How lovely you are!” + he murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, dear Larry,” she whispered, lifting up her face. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, you dear girl,” he said, and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + “Now go,” she said, pushing him away from her. + </p> + <p> + “Be good to Scuddy,” he replied as he turned from her and hurried away. + </p> + <p> + He broke into a run, fearing to be late, and by the time he arrived at the + Allens' door he had forgotten all about Helen Brookes and was thinking + only of Jane and of what he wanted to say to her. At the inner door he met + Macleod and Ethel coming out. + </p> + <p> + “Jane's gone,” said Ethel, “some time ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Gone?” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Scuddy took her home.” + </p> + <p> + “Are they all gone?” inquired Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, for the most part.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, all right then; I think I shall not go in. Good-night,” he said, + turned abruptly about and set off for Dr. Brown's. He looked again at his + watch. He was surprised to find it was not so very late. Why had Jane not + waited for him? Had he hurt her again? He was sorely disappointed. Surely + she had no reason to be offended, and this was his last night. As he + thought the matter over he came to the conclusion that now it was he that + had a grievance. Arrived at Dr. Brown's house the only light to be seen + was in Jane's room upstairs. Should he go in or should he go home and wait + till to-morrow. He was too miserable to think of going home without seeing + her. He determined that he must see her at all cost to-night. He took a + pebble and flung it up against her window, and another and another. The + window opened and Jane appeared. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry,” she whispered. “Is it you? Wait, I shall be down.” + </p> + <p> + She opened the door for him and stood waiting for him to speak. “Why + didn't you wait?” he asked, passing into the hall. “I was not very long.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I wait, Larry?” she said quietly. “Scuddy told me you had gone + home with Helen.” + </p> + <p> + “But didn't I promise that I would take you home?” + </p> + <p> + “You did, and then went away.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, all I have to say, Jane, is that this is not a bit like you. I am + sorry I brought you down, and I won't keep you any longer. Good-night. I + shall see you tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + But Jane got between him and the door and stood with her back to it. “No, + Larry, you are not going away like that. Go into the study.” Larry looked + at her in astonishment. This was indeed a new Jane to him. Wrathful, + imperious, she stood waving him toward the study door. In spite of his + irritation he was conscious of a new admiration for her. Feeling a little + like a boy about to receive his punishment, he passed into the study. + </p> + <p> + “Didn't Mrs. Allen give you my message?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Your message, Larry?” cried Jane, a light breaking upon her face. “Did + you leave a message for me?” + </p> + <p> + “I did. I told Mrs. Allen to tell you where I had gone—Helen was so + anxious to go—and that I would be right back.” Larry's voice was + full of reproach. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry, I am so glad,” said Jane, her tone indicating the greatness of + her relief. “I knew it was all right—that something had prevented. I + am so glad you came in. You must have thought me queer.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Larry, appeased, “I knew all the time there must be some + explanation, only I was feeling so miserable.” + </p> + <p> + “And I was miserable, too, Larry,” she said gently. “It seemed a pity that + this should happen on our last night.” All her wrath was gone. She was + once more the Jane that Larry had always known, gentle, sweet, + straightforward, and on her face the old transfiguring smile. Before this + change of mood all his irritation vanished. Humbled, penitent, and with a + rush of warm affection filling his heart, he said, + </p> + <p> + “I should have known you were not to blame, but you are always right. + Never once in all these years have you failed me. You always understand a + fellow. Do you know I am wondering how I shall ever do without you? Have + you thought, Jane, that to-morrow this old life of ours together will + end?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Larry.” Her voice was low, almost a whisper, and in her eyes an + eager light shone. + </p> + <p> + “It just breaks my heart, Jane. We have been—we are such good + friends. If we had only fallen in love with each other.—But that + would have spoiled it all. We are not like other people; we have been such + chums, Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Larry,” she said again, but the eager light had faded from her eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Let's sit a bit, Larry,” she said. “I am tired, and you are tired, too,” + she added quickly, “after your hard day.” + </p> + <p> + For a little time they sat in silence together, both shrinking from the + parting that they knew was so near. Larry gazed at her, wondering to + himself that he had ever thought her plain. Tonight she seemed beautiful + and very dear to him. Next to his mother, was her place in his heart. Was + this that he felt for her what they called love? With all his soul he + wished he could take her in his arms and say, “Jane, I love you.” But + still he knew that his words would not ring true. More than that, Jane + would know it too. Besides, might not her feeling for him be of the same + quality? What could he say in this hour which he recognised to be a crisis + in their lives? Sick at heart and oppressed with his feeling of loneliness + and impotence, he could only look at her in speechless misery. Then he + thought she, too, was suffering, the same misery was filling her heart. + She looked utterly spent and weary. + </p> + <p> + “Jane,” he said desperately. She started. She, too, had been thinking. + “Scuddy is in love with Helen, Macleod is in love with Ethel. I wish to + God I had fallen in love with you and you with me. Then we would have + something to look forward to. Do you know, Jane, I am like a boy leaving + home? We are going to drift apart. Others will come between us.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Larry,” cried Jane with quick vehemence. “Not that. You won't let + that come.” + </p> + <p> + “Can we help it, Jane?” Then her weariness appealed to him. “It is a shame + to keep you up. I have given you a hard day, Jane.” She shook her head. + “And there is no use waiting. We can only say good-bye.” He rose from his + chair. Should he kiss her, he asked himself. He had had no hesitation in + kissing Helen an hour ago. That seemed a light thing to him, but somehow + he shrank from offering to kiss Jane. If he could only say sincerely, + “Jane, I love you,” then he could kiss her, but this he could not say + truly. Anything but perfect sincerity he knew she would detect; and she + would be outraged by it. Yet as he stood looking down upon her pale face, + her wavering smile, her quivering lips, he was conscious of a rush of pity + and of tenderness almost uncontrollable. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, Jane; God keep you always, dear, dear Jane.” He held her hands, + looking into the deep blue eyes that looked back at him so bravely. He + felt that he was fast losing his grip upon himself, and he must hurry + away. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, Larry,” she said simply. + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye,” he said again in a husky voice. Abruptly he turned and left + her and passed out through the door. + </p> + <p> + Sore, sick at heart, he stumbled down the steps. “My God,” he cried, “what + a fool I am! Why didn't I kiss her? I might have done that at least.” + </p> + <p> + He stood looking at the closed door, struggling against an almost + irresistible impulse to return and take her in his arms. Did he not love + her? What other was this that filled his heart? Could he honestly say, + “Jane, I want you for my wife”? He could not. Miserable and cursing + himself he went his way. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <h3> + THE GERMAN TYPE OF CITIZENSHIP + </h3> + <p> + Mr. Dean Wakeham was always glad to have a decent excuse to run up to the + Lakeside Farm. His duties at the Manor Mine were not so pressing that he + could not on occasion take leave of absence, but to impose himself upon + the Lakeside household as frequently as he desired made it necessary for + him to utilise all possible excuses. In the letter which he held in his + hand and which he had just read he fancied he had found a perfectly good + excuse for a call. The letter was from his sister Rowena and was dated May + 15th, 1914. It was upon his sister's letters that he depended for + information regarding the family life generally and about herself in + particular. His mother's letters were intimate and personal, reflecting, + however, various phases of her ailments, her anxieties for each member of + the family, but especially for her only son now so far from her in that + wild and uncivilised country, but ever overflowing with tender affection. + Dean always put down his mother's letters with a smile of gentle pity on + his face. “Poor, dear Mater,” he would say. “She is at rest about me only + when she has me safely tucked up in my little bed.” His father's letters + kept him in touch with the office and, by an illuminating phrase or two, + with the questions of Big Business. But when he had finished Rowena's + letters he always felt as if he had been paying a visit to his home. + Through her letters his sister had the rare gift of transmitting + atmosphere. There were certain passages in his letter just received which + he felt he should at the earliest moment share with the Lakeside Farm + people, in other words, with Nora. + </p> + <p> + His car conveyed him with all speed to Lakeside Farm in good time for the + evening meal. To the assembled family Dean proceeded to read passages + which he considered of interest to them. “'Well, your Canadian has really + settled down into his place in the office and into his own rooms. It was + all we could do to hold him with us for a month, he is so fearfully + independent. Are all Canadians like that? The Mater would have been glad + to have had him remain a month longer. But would he stay? He has a way + with him. He has struck up a terrific friendship with Hugo Raeder. You + remember the Yale man who has come to Benedick, Frame and Company, + father's financial people? Quite a presentable young man he is of the best + Yale type, which is saying something. Larry and he have tied up to each + other in quite a touching way. In the office, too, Larry has found his + place. He captured old Scread the very first day by working out some + calculations that had been allowed to accumulate, using some method of his + own which quite paralysed the old chap. Oh, he has a way with him, that + Canadian boy! Father, too, has fallen for him. To hear him talk you would + imagine that he fully intended handing over ere long the business to + Larry's care. The Mater has adopted him as well, but with reservations. Of + course, what is troubling her is her dread of a Canadian invasion of her + household, especially—'um um—” At this point Mr. Dean Wakeham + read a portion of the letter to himself with slightly heightened colour. + “'While as for Elfie, he has captured her, baggage and bones. The little + monkey apparently lives only for him. While as for Larry, you would think + that the office and the family were the merest side issues in comparison + with the kid. All the same it is very beautiful to see them together. At + times you would think they were the same age and both children. At other + times she regards him with worshipful eyes and drinks in his words as if + he were some superior being and she his equal in age and experience. She + has taken possession of him, and never hesitates to carry him off to her + own quarters, apparently to his delight. Oh, he has a way with him, that + Canadian boy! The latest is that he has invited Elfie to stay a month with + him in Alberta when he gets his first holiday. He has raved to her over + Polly. Elfie, I believe, has accepted his invitation regardless of the + wishes of either family. The poor little soul is really better, I believe, + for his companionship. She is not so fretful and she actually takes her + medicine without a fight and goes to bed at decent hours upon the merest + hint of his Lordship's desire in the matter. In short, he has the family + quite prostrate before him. I alone have been able to stand upright and + maintain my own individuality.'” + </p> + <p> + “I am really awfully glad about the kid,” said Dean. “After all she really + has rather a hard time. She is so delicate and needs extra care and + attention, and that, I am afraid, has spoiled her a bit.” + </p> + <p> + “Why shouldn't the little girl spend a few weeks with us here this summer, + Mr. Wakeham?” said Mrs. Gwynne. “Will you not say to your mother that we + should take good care of her?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mrs. Gwynne, that is awfully good of you, but I am a little afraid + you would find her quite a handful. As I have said, she is a spoiled + little monkey and not easy to do with. She would give you all a lot of + trouble,” added Dean, looking at Nora. + </p> + <p> + “Trouble? Not at all,” said Nora. “She could do just as she likes here. We + would give her Polly and let her roam. And on the farm she would find a + number of things to interest her.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be an awfully good thing for her, I know,” said Dean, vainly + trying to suppress the eagerness in his tone, “and if you are really sure + that it would not be too much of a burden I might write.” + </p> + <p> + “No burden at all, Mr. Wakeham,” said Mrs. Gwynne. “If you will write and + ask Mrs. Wakeham, and bring her with you when you return, we shall do what + we can to make her visit a happy one, and indeed, it may do the dear child + a great deal of good.” + </p> + <p> + Thus it came about that the little city child, delicate, fretted, spoiled, + was installed in the household at Lakeside Farm for a visit which + lengthened out far beyond its original limits. The days spent upon the + farm were full of bliss to her, the only drawback to the perfect happiness + of the little girl being the separation from her beloved fidus Achates, + with whom she maintained an epistolary activity extraordinarily intimate + and vivid. Upon this correspondence the Wakeham family came chiefly to + depend for enlightenment as to the young lady's activities and state of + health, and it came to be recognised as part of Larry's duty throughout + the summer to carry a weekly bulletin regarding Elfie's health and manners + to the Lake Shore summer home, where the Wakehams sought relief from the + prostrating heat of the great city. These week ends at the Lake Shore home + were to Larry his sole and altogether delightful relief from the + relentless drive of business that even throughout the hottest summer + weather knew neither let nor pause. + </p> + <p> + It became custom that every Saturday forenoon Rowena's big car would call + at the Rookery Building and carry off her father, if he chanced to be in + town, and Larry to the Lake Shore home. An hour's swift run over the + perfect macadam of the Lake Shore road that wound through park and + boulevard, past splendid summer residences of Chicago financial magnates, + through quiet little villages and by country farms, always with gleams of + Michigan's blue-grey waters, and always with Michigan's exhilarating + breezes in their faces, would bring them to the cool depths of Birchwood's + shades and silences, where for a time the hustle and heat and roar of the + big city would be as completely forgotten as if a thousand miles away. It + was early on a breathless afternoon late in July when from pavement and + wall the quivering air smote the face as if blown from an opened furnace + that Rowena drove her car down La Salle Street and pulled up at the + Rookery Building resolved to carry off with her as a special treat “her + men” for an evening at Birchwood. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, Larry, it is too hot to live in town today,” she said as she + passed through the outer office where the young man had his desk. “I am + just going in to get father, so don't keep me waiting.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Wakeham, why will you add to the burdens of the day by breezing thus + in upon us and making us discontented with our lot. I cannot possibly + accept your invitation this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “What? Not to-day, with the thermometer at ninety-four? Nonsense!” said + the young lady brusquely. “You look fit to drop.” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite useless,” said Larry with a sigh. “You see we have a man in + all the way from Colorado to get plans of a mine which is in process of + reconstruction. These plans will take hours to finish. The work is + pressing, in short must be done to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, look here, young man. All work in this office is pressing but none + so pressing that it cannot pause at my command.” + </p> + <p> + “But this man is due to leave to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I decline to talk about it; it is much too hot. Just close up your + desk,” said the young lady, as she swept on to her father's office. + </p> + <p> + In a short time she returned, bearing that gentleman in triumph with her. + “Not ready?” she said. “Really you are most exasperating, Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “You may as well throw up your hands, Larry. You'd better knock off for + the day,” said Mr. Wakeham. “It is really too hot to do anything else than + surrender.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, it is like this, sir,” said Larry. “It is that Colorado mine + reconstruction business. Their manager, Dimock, is here. He must leave, he + says, tomorrow morning. Mr. Scread thinks he should get these off as soon + as possible. So it is necessary that I stick to it till we get it done.” + </p> + <p> + “How long will it take?” said Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “I expect to finish to-night some time. I have already had a couple of + hours with Dimock to-day. He has left me the data.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am very sorry, indeed,” said Mr. Wakeham. “It is a great pity you + cannot come with us, and you look rather fagged. Dimock could not delay, + eh?” + </p> + <p> + “He says he has an appointment at Kansas City which he must keep.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is perfect rubbish,” exclaimed Rowena impatiently, “and we have a + party on to-night. Your friend, Mr. Hugh Raeder, is to be out, and + Professor Schaefer and a friend of his, and some perfectly charming + girls.” + </p> + <p> + “But why tell me these things now, Miss Wakeham,” said Larry, “when you + know it is impossible for me to come?” + </p> + <p> + “You won't come?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't come.” + </p> + <p> + “Come along then, father,” she said, and with a stiff little bow she left + Larry at his desk. + </p> + <p> + Before the car moved off Larry came hurrying out. + </p> + <p> + “Here is Elfie's letter,” he said. “Perhaps Mrs. Wakeham would like to see + it.” Miss Wakeham was busy at the wheel and gave no sign of having heard + or seen. So her father reached over and took the letter from him. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” said Larry gravely, “I do not think it is quite so hot as + it was. I almost fancy I feel a chill.” + </p> + <p> + “A chill?” said Mr. Wakeham anxiously. “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + Miss Wakeham bit her lip, broke into a smile and then into a laugh. “Oh, + he's a clever thing, he is,” she said. “I hope you may have a real good + roast this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will call next Saturday,” said Larry earnestly. “It is sure to + be hot.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't deserve it or anything else that is good.” + </p> + <p> + “Except your pity. Think what I am missing.” + </p> + <p> + “Get in out of the heat,” she cried as the car slipped away. + </p> + <p> + For some blocks Miss Wakeham was busy getting her car through the crush of + the traffic, but as she swung into the Park Road she remarked, “That young + man takes himself too seriously. You would think the business belonged to + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to God I had more men in my office,” said her father, “who thought + the same thing. Do you know, young lady, why it is that so many greyheads + are holding clerk's jobs? Because clerks do not feel that the business is + their own. The careless among them are working for five o'clock, and the + keen among them are out for number one. Do you know if that boy keeps on + thinking that the business is his he will own a big slice of it or + something better before he quits. I confess I was greatly pleased that you + failed to move him.” + </p> + <p> + “All the same, he is awfully stubborn,” said his daughter. + </p> + <p> + “You can't bully him as you do your old dad, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “I had counted on him for our dinner party to-night. I particularly want + to have him meet Professor Schaefer, and now we will have a girl too many. + It just throws things out.” + </p> + <p> + They rolled on in silence for some time through the park when suddenly her + father said, “He may be finished by six o'clock, and Michael could run in + for him.” + </p> + <p> + At six o'clock Miss Wakeham called Larry on the 'phone. “Are you still at + it?” she enquired. “And when will you be finished?” + </p> + <p> + “An hour, I think, will see me through,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Miss Wakeham, “a little before seven o'clock the car will be + waiting at your office door.” + </p> + <p> + “Hooray!” cried Larry. “You are an angel. I will be through.” + </p> + <p> + At a quarter of seven Larry was standing on the pavement, which was still + radiating heat, and so absorbed in watching for the Wakehams' big car that + he failed to notice a little Mercer approaching till it drew up at his + side. + </p> + <p> + “What, you, Miss Rowena?” he cried. “Your own self? How very lovely of + you, and through all this heat!” + </p> + <p> + “Me,” replied the girl, “only me. I thought it might still be hot and a + little cool breeze would be acceptable. But jump in.” + </p> + <p> + “Cool breeze, I should say so!” exclaimed Larry. “A lovely, cool, sweet + spring breeze over crocuses and violets! But, I say, I must go to my room + for my clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “No evening clothes to-night,” exclaimed Rowena. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but I have a new, lovely, cool suit that I have been hoping to + display at Birchwood. These old things would hardly do at your dinner + table.” + </p> + <p> + “We'll go around for it. Do get in. Do you know, I left my party to come + for you, partly because I was rather nasty this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “You were indeed,” said Larry. “You almost broke my heart, but this wipes + all out; my heart is singing again. That awfully jolly letter of Elfie's + this week made me quite homesick for the open and for the breezes of the + Alberta foothills.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me what she said,” said Rowena, not because she wanted so much to + hear Elfie's news but because she loved to hear him talk, and upon no + subject could Larry wax so eloquent as upon the foothill country of + Alberta. Long after they had secured Larry's new suit and gone on their + way through park and boulevard, Larry continued to expatiate upon the + glories of Alberta hills and valleys, upon its cool breezes, its flowing + rivers and limpid lakes, and always the western rampart of the eternal + snow-clad peaks. + </p> + <p> + “And how is the mine doing?” inquired Rowena, for Larry had fallen silent. + </p> + <p> + “The mine? Oh, there's trouble there, I am afraid. Switzer—you have + heard of Switzer?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, I know all about him and his tragic disappointment. He's the + manager, isn't he?” + </p> + <p> + “The manager? No, he's the secretary, but in this case it means the same + thing, for he runs the mine. Well, Switzer wants to sell his stock. He and + his father hold about twenty-five thousand dollars between them. He means + to resign. And to make matters worse, the manager left last week. They are + both pulling out, and it makes it all the worse, for they had just gone in + for rather important extensions. I am anxious a bit. You see they are + rather hard up for money, and father raised all he could on his ranch and + on his mining stock.” + </p> + <p> + “How much is involved?” inquired Rowena. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not so much money as you people count it, but for us it is all we + have. He raised some fifty thousand dollars. While the mine goes on and + pays it is safe enough, but if the mine quits then it is all up with us. + There is no reason for anxiety at present as far as the mine is concerned, + however. It is doing splendidly and promises better every day. But + Switzer's going will embarrass them terribly. He was a perfect marvel for + work and he could handle the miners as no one else could. Most of them, + you know, are his own people.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you are worrying,” said Rowena, glancing at his face, which she + thought unusually pale. + </p> + <p> + “Not a bit. At least, not very much. Jack is a levelheaded chap—Jack + Romayne, I mean—my brother-in-law. By the way, I had a wire to say + that young Jack had safely arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “Young Jack? Oh, I understand. Then you are Uncle Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “I am. How ancient I feel! And what a lot of responsibility it lays upon + me!” + </p> + <p> + “I hope your sister is quite well.” + </p> + <p> + “Everything fine, so I am informed. But what was I saying? Oh, yes, Jack + is a level-headed chap and his brother-in-law, Waring-Gaunt, who is + treasurer of the company, is very solid. So I think there's no doubt but + that they will be able to make all necessary arrangements.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, don't worry to-night,” said Rowena. “I want you to have a good + time. I am particularly anxious that you should meet and like Professor + Schaefer.” + </p> + <p> + “A German, eh?” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes—that is, a German-American. He is a metallurgist, quite + wonderful, I believe. He does a lot of work for father, and you will + doubtless have a good deal to do with him yourself. And he spoke so highly + of Canada and of Canadians that I felt sure you would be glad to meet him. + He is really a very charming man, musical and all that, but chiefly he is + a man of high intelligence and quite at the top of his profession. He + asked to bring a friend of his with him, a Mr. Meyer, whom I do not know + at all; but he is sure to be interesting if he is a friend of Professor + Schaefer's. We have some nice girls, too, so we hope to have an + interesting evening.” + </p> + <p> + The company was sufficiently varied to forbid monotony, and sufficiently + intellectual to be stimulating, and there was always the background of Big + Business. Larry was conscious that he was moving amid large ideas and + far-reaching interests, and that though he himself was a small element, he + was playing a part not altogether insignificant, with a promise of bigger + things in the future. Professor Schaefer became easily the centre of + interest in the party. He turned out to be a man of the world. He knew + great cities and great men. He was a connoisseur in art and something more + than an amateur in music. His piano playing, indeed, was far beyond that + of the amateur. But above everything he was a man of his work. He knew + metals and their qualities as perhaps few men in America, and he was + enthusiastic in his devotion to his profession. After dinner, with + apologies to the ladies, he discoursed from full and accurate knowledge of + the problems to be met within his daily work and their solutions. He was + frequently highly technical, but to everything he touched he lent a charm + that captivated his audience. To Larry he was especially gracious. He was + interested in Canada. He apparently had a minute knowledge of its mineral + history, its great deposits in metals, in coal, and oil, which he declared + to be among the richest in the world. The mining operations, however, + carried out in Canada, he dismissed as being unworthy of consideration. He + deplored the lack of scientific knowledge and the absence of organisation. + </p> + <p> + “We should do that better in our country. Ah, if only our Government would + take hold of these deposits,” he exclaimed, “the whole world should hear + of them.” The nickel mining industry alone in the Sudbury district he + considered worthy of respect. Here he became enthusiastic. “If only my + country had such a magnificent bit of ore!” he cried. “But such bungling, + such childish trifling with one of the greatest, if not the very greatest, + mining industries in the world! To think that the Government of Canada + actually allows the refining of that ore to be done outside of its own + country! Folly, folly, criminal folly! But it is all the same in this + country, too. The mining work in America is unscientific, slovenly, + unorganised, wasteful. I am sorry to say,” he continued, turning suddenly + upon Larry, “in your western coal fields you waste more in the smoke of + your coke ovens than you make out of your coal mines. Ah, if only those + wonderful, wonderful coal fields were under the organised and scientific + direction of my country! Then you would see—ah, what would you not + see!” + </p> + <p> + “Your country?” said Hugo Raeder, smiling. “I understood you were an + American, Professor Schaefer.” + </p> + <p> + “An American? Surely! I have been eighteen years in this country.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a citizen, I presume?” said Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “A citizen? Yes. I neglected that matter till recently; but I love my + Fatherland.” + </p> + <p> + “Speaking of citizenship, I have always wanted to know about the Delbruck + Law, Professor Schaefer, in regard to citizenship,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + The professor hesitated, “The Delbruck Law?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Larry. “How does it affect, for instance, your American + citizenship?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, I should say. Not in the very least,” replied Professor + Schaefer curtly and as if dismissing the subject. + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure of that, Professor Schaefer,” said Hugo Raeder. “I was + in Germany when that law was passed. It aroused a great deal of interest. + I have not looked into it myself, but on the face of it I should say it + possesses certain rather objectionable features.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all, not at all, I assure you,” exclaimed Professor Schaefer. “It + is simply a concession to the intense, but very natural affection for the + Fatherland in every German heart, while at the same time it facilitates + citizenship in a foreign country. For instance, there are millions of + Germans living in America who like myself shrank from taking the oath + which breaks the bond with the Fatherland. We love America, we are + Americans, we live in America, we work in America; but naturally our + hearts turn to Germany, and we cannot forget our childhood's home. That is + good, that is worthy, that is noble—hence the Delbruck Law.” + </p> + <p> + “But what does it provide exactly?” enquired Mr. Wakeham. “I confess I + never heard of it.” + </p> + <p> + “It permits a German to become an American citizen, and at the same time + allows him to retain his connection, his heart connection, with the + Fatherland. It is a beautiful law.” + </p> + <p> + “A beautiful law,” echoed his friend, Mr. Meyer. + </p> + <p> + “Just what is the connection?” insisted Hugo Raeder. + </p> + <p> + “Dear friend, let me explain to you. It permits him to retain his place, + his relations with his own old country people. You can surely see the + advantage of that. For instance: When I return to Germany I find myself in + full possession of all my accustomed privileges. I am no stranger. Ah, it + is beautiful! And you see further how it establishes a new bond between + the two countries. Every German-American will become a bond of unity + between these two great nations, the two great coming nations of the + world.” + </p> + <p> + “Beautiful, beautiful, glorious!” echoed Meyer. + </p> + <p> + “But I do not understand,” said Larry. “Are you still a citizen of + Germany?” + </p> + <p> + “I am an American citizen, and proud of it,” exclaimed Professor Schaefer, + dramatically. + </p> + <p> + “Ach, so, geviss,” said Meyer. “Sure! an American citizen!” + </p> + <p> + “But you are also a citizen of Germany?” enquired Hugo Raeder. + </p> + <p> + “If I return to Germany I resume the rights of my German citizenship, of + course.” + </p> + <p> + “Beautiful, beautiful!” exclaimed Meyer. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Schaefer. Be frank about this. Which are you to-day, a citizen + of Germany or of America?” + </p> + <p> + “Both, I tell you,” exclaimed Schaefer proudly. “That is the beauty of the + arrangement.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, a beautiful arrangement!” said Meyer. + </p> + <p> + “What? You are a citizen of another country while you claim American + citizenship?” said Raeder. “You can no more be a citizen of two countries + at the same time than the husband of two wives at the same time.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, why not?” laughed Schaefer. “An American wife for America, and a + German wife for Germany. You will excuse me,” he added, bowing toward Mrs. + Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “Don't be disgusting,” said Hugo Raeder. “Apart from the legal difficulty + the chief difficulty about that scheme would be that whatever the German + wife might have to say to such an arrangement, no American wife would + tolerate it for an instant.” + </p> + <p> + “I was merely joking, of course,” said Schaefer. + </p> + <p> + “But, Professor Schaefer, suppose war should come between Germany and + America,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “War between Germany and America—the thing is preposterous nonsense, + not to be considered among the possibilities!” + </p> + <p> + “But as a mere hypothesis for the sake of argument, what would your + position be?” persisted Larry. + </p> + <p> + Professor Schaefer was visibly annoyed. “I say the hypothesis is nonsense + and unthinkable,” he cried. + </p> + <p> + “Come on, Schaefer, you can't escape it like that, you know,” said Hugo + Raeder. “By that law of yours, where would your allegiance be should war + arise? I am asking what actually would be your standing. Would you be a + German citizen or an American citizen?” + </p> + <p> + “The possibility does not exist,” said Professor Schaefer. + </p> + <p> + “Quite impossible,” exclaimed Meyer. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what of other countries then?” said Hugo, pursuing the subject with + a wicked delight. His sturdy Americanism resented this bigamous + citizenship. “What of France or Britain?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Professor Schaefer with a sharpening of his tone. “That is + quite easy.” + </p> + <p> + “You would be a German, eh?” said Raeder. + </p> + <p> + “You ask me,” exclaimed Professor Schaefer, “you ask me as between Germany + and France, or between Germany and Britain? I reply,” he exclaimed with a + dramatic flourish of his hand, “I am a worshipper of the life-giving sun, + not of the dead moon; I follow the dawn, not the dying day.” + </p> + <p> + But this was too much for Larry. “Without discussing which is the sun and + which is the moon, about which we might naturally differ, Professor + Schaefer, I want to be quite clear upon one point. Do I understand you to + say that if you were, say a naturalised citizen of Canada, having sworn + allegiance to our Government, enjoying the full rights and privileges of + our citizenship, you at the same time would be free to consider yourself a + citizen of Germany, and in case of war with Britain, you would feel in + duty bound to support Germany? And is it that which the Delbruck Law is + deliberately drawn, to permit you to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Well put, Larry!” exclaimed Hugo Raeder, to whom the German's attitude + was detestable. + </p> + <p> + Professor Schaefer's lips curled in an unpleasant smile. “Canada, Canadian + citizenship! My dear young man, pardon! Allow me to ask you a question. If + Britain were at war with Germany, do you think it at all likely that + Canada would allow herself to become involved in a European war? Canada is + a proud, young, virile nation. Would she be likely to link her fortunes + with those of a decadent power? Excuse me a moment,” checking Larry's + impetuous reply with his hand. “Believe me, we know something about these + things. We make it our business to know. You acknowledge that we know + something about your mines; let me assure you that there is nothing about + your country that we do not know. Nothing. Nothing. We know the feeling in + Canada. Where would Canada be in such a war? Not with Germany, I would not + say that. But would she stand with England?” + </p> + <p> + Larry sprang to his feet. “Where would Canada be? Let me tell you, + Professor Schaefer,” shaking his finger in the professor's face. “To her + last man and her last dollar Canada would be with the Empire.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear, hear!” shouted Hugo Raeder. + </p> + <p> + The professor looked incredulous. “And yet,” he said with a sneer, + “one-half of your people voted for Reciprocity with the United States.” + </p> + <p> + “Reciprocity! And yet you say you know Canada,” exclaimed Larry in a tone + of disgust. “Do you know, sir, what defeated Reciprocity with this + country? Not hostility to the United States; there is nothing but the + kindliest feeling among Canadians for Americans. But I will tell you what + defeated Reciprocity. It was what we might call the ultra loyal spirit of + the Canadian people toward the Empire. The Canadians were Empire mad. The + bare suggestion of the possibility of any peril to the Empire bond made + them throw out Sir Wilfrid Laurier and the Liberal Party. That, of course, + with other subordinate causes.” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy our Mr. Taft helped a bit,” said Hugo Raeder. + </p> + <p> + “Undoubtedly Mr. Taft's unfortunate remarks were worked to the limit by + the Conservative Party. But all I say is that any suggestion, I will not + say of disloyalty, but even of indifference, to the Empire of Canada is + simply nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + At this point a servant brought in a telegram and handed it to Mr. + Wakeham. “Excuse me, my dear,” he said to his wife, opened the wire, read + it, and passed it to Hugo Raeder. “From your chief, Hugo.” + </p> + <p> + “Much in that, do you think, sir?” inquired Hugo, passing the telegram + back to him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, a little flurry in the market possibly,” said Mr. Wakeham. “What do + you think about that, Schaefer?” Mr. Wakeham continued, handing him the + wire. + </p> + <p> + Professor Schaefer glanced at the telegram. “My God!” he exclaimed, + springing to his feet. “It is come, it is come at last!” He spoke + hurriedly in German to his friend, Meyer, and handed him the telegram. + </p> + <p> + Meyer read it. “God in heaven!” he cried. “It is here!” In intense + excitement he poured forth a torrent of interrogations in German, + receiving animated replies from Professor Schaefer. Then grasping the + professor's hand in both of his, he shook it with wild enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + “At last!” he cried. “At last! Thank God, our day has come!” + </p> + <p> + Completely ignoring the rest of the company, the two Germans carried on a + rapid and passionate conversation in their own tongue with excited + gesticulations, which the professor concluded by turning to his hostess + and saying, “Mrs. Wakeham, you will excuse us. Mr. Wakeham, you can send + us to town at once?” + </p> + <p> + By this time the whole company were upon their feet gazing with amazement + upon the two excited Germans. + </p> + <p> + “But what is it?” cried Mrs. Wakeham. “What has happened? Is there + anything wrong? What is it, Professor Schaefer? What is your wire about, + Garrison?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing at all, my dear, to get excited about. My financial agent + wires me that the Press will announce to-morrow that Austria has presented + an ultimatum to Servia demanding an answer within forty-eight hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, is that all,” she said in a tone of vast relief. “What a start you + all gave me. An ultimatum to Servia? What is it all about?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, you remember, my dear, the murder of the Archduke Ferdinand about + three weeks ago?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, I remember. I had quite forgotten it. Poor thing, how terrible + it was! Didn't they get the murderer? It seems to me they caught him.” + </p> + <p> + “You will excuse us, Mrs. Wakeham,” said Professor Schaefer, approaching + her. “We deeply regret leaving this pleasant party and your hospitable + home, but it is imperative that we go.” + </p> + <p> + “But, my dear Professor Schaefer, to-night?” exclaimed Mrs. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Schaefer, what's the rush? Are you caught in the market?” said + Wakeham with a little laugh. “You cannot do anything to-night at any rate, + you know. We will have you in early to-morrow morning.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, to-night, now, immediately!” shouted Meyer in uncontrollable + excitement. + </p> + <p> + “But why all the excitement, Schaefer?” said Hugo Raeder, smiling at him. + “Austria has presented an ultimatum to Servia—what about it?” + </p> + <p> + “What about it? Oh, you Americans; you are so provincial. Did you read the + ultimatum? Do you know what it means? It means war!” + </p> + <p> + “War!” cried Meyer. “War at last! Thank God! Tonight must we in New York + become.” + </p> + <p> + Shaking hands hurriedly with Mrs. Wakeham, and with a curt bow to the rest + of the company, Meyer hurriedly left the room, followed by Professor + Schaefer and Mr. Wakeham. + </p> + <p> + “Aren't they funny!” said Rowena. “They get so excited about nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is hardly nothing,” said Hugo Raeder. “Any European war is full + of all sorts of possibilities. You cannot throw matches about in a powder + magazine without some degree of danger.” + </p> + <p> + “May I read the ultimatum?” said Larry to Mrs. Wakeham, who held the + telegram in her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty stiff ultimatum,” said Hugo Raeder. “Read it out, Larry.” + </p> + <p> + “Servia will have to eat dirt,” said Larry when he had finished. “Listen + to this: She must 'accept the collaboration in Servia of representatives + of the Austro-Hungarian Government for the consideration of the subversive + movements directed against the Territorial integrity of the Monarchy.' + 'Accept collaboration' of the representatives of the Austro-hungarian + Government in this purely internal business, mind you. And listen to this: + 'Delegates of the Austro-Hungarian Government will take part in the + investigation relating thereto.' Austrian lawyers and probably judges + investigating Servian subjects in Servia? Why, the thing is impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “It is quite evident,” said Hugo Raeder, “that Austria means war.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor little Servia, she will soon be eaten up,” said Rowena. “She must be + bankrupt from her last war.” + </p> + <p> + “But why all this excitement on the part of our German friends?” inquired + Mrs. Wakeham. “What has Germany to do with Austria and Servia?” + </p> + <p> + At this point Professor Schaefer and his friend re-entered the room ready + for their departure. + </p> + <p> + “I was just inquiring,” said Mrs. Wakeham, “how this ultimatum of + Austria's to Servia can affect Germany particularly.” + </p> + <p> + “Affect Germany?” cried Professor Schaefer. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Hugo Raeder, “what has Germany to do with the scrap unless she + wants to butt in?” + </p> + <p> + “Ha! ha! My dear man, have you read no history of the last twenty years? + But you Americans know nothing about history, nothing about anything + except your own big, overgrown country.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you were an American citizen, Schaefer?” inquired Hugo. + </p> + <p> + “An American,” exclaimed Schaefer, “an American, ah, yes, certainly; but + in Europe and in European politics, a German, always a German.” + </p> + <p> + “But why should Germany butt in?” continued Hugo. + </p> + <p> + “Butt in, Germany butt in? Things cannot be settled in Europe without + Germany. Besides, there is Russia longing for the opportunity to attack.” + </p> + <p> + “To attack Germany?” + </p> + <p> + “To attack Austria first, Germany's ally and friend, and then Germany. The + trouble is you Americans do not live in the world. You are living on your + own continent here removed from the big world, ignorant of all world + movements, the most provincial people in all the world. Else you would not + ask me such foolish questions. This ultimatum means war. First, Austria + against Servia; Russia will help Servia; France will help Russia; Germany + will help Austria. There you have the beginning of a great European war. + How far this conflagration will spread, only God knows.” + </p> + <p> + The car being announced, the Germans made a hurried exit, in their + overpowering excitement omitting the courtesy of farewells to household + and guests. + </p> + <p> + “They seem to be terribly excited, those Germans,” said Miss Rowena. + </p> + <p> + “They are,” said Hugo; “I am glad I am not a German. To a German war is so + much the biggest thing in life.” + </p> + <p> + “It is really too bad,” said Mrs. Wakeham; “we shall not have the pleasure + of Professor Schaefer's music. He plays quite exquisitely. You would all + have greatly enjoyed it. Rowena, you might play something. Well, for my + part,” continued Mrs. Wakeham, settling herself placidly in her + comfortable chair, “I am glad I am an American. Those European countries, + it seems to me, are always in some trouble or other.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad I am a Canadian,” said Larry. “We are much too busy to think of + anything so foolish and useless as war.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <h3> + WAR + </h3> + <p> + “Come, Jane, we have just time to take a look at the lake from the top of + the hill before we get ready for church,” said Ethel Murray. “It will be + worth seeing to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Me too, me too,” shrieked two wee girls in bare legs and sandals, + clutching Jane about the legs. + </p> + <p> + “All right, Isabel; all right, Helen. I'll take you with me,” said Jane. + “But you must let me go, you know.” + </p> + <p> + They all raced around the house and began to climb the sheer, rocky hill + that rose straight up from the rear. + </p> + <p> + “Here, Jim, help me with these kiddies,” said Jane to a lank lad of + fifteen, whom she ran into at the corner of the house just where the climb + began. + </p> + <p> + Jim swung the younger, little Helen, upon his shoulder and together they + raced to the top, scrambling, slipping, falling, but finally arriving + there, breathless and triumphant. Before them lay a bit of Canada's + loveliest lake, the Lake of the Woods, so-called from its myriad, heavily + wooded islands, that make of its vast expanse a maze of channels, rivers + and waterways. Calm, without a ripple, lay the glassy, sunlit surface, + each island, rock and tree meeting its reflected image at the water line, + the sky above flecked with floating clouds, making with the mirrored sky + below one perfect whole. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethel, I had forgotten just how beautiful this is,” breathed Jane, + while the rest stood silent looking down upon the mirrored rocks and + islands, trees and sky. + </p> + <p> + Even the two little girls stood perfectly still, for they had been taught + to take the first views from the top in silence. + </p> + <p> + “Look at the Big Rock,” said Helen. “They are two rocks kissing each + other.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you little sweetheart,” said Jane, kissing her. “That is just what + they are doing. It is not often that you get it so perfectly still as + this, is it, Jim?” + </p> + <p> + “Not so very often. Sometimes just at sunrise you get it this way.” + </p> + <p> + “At sunrise! Do you very often see it then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he gets up to catch fishes,” said wee Helen. + </p> + <p> + “Do you?” + </p> + <p> + Jim nodded. “Are you game to come along to-morrow morning?” + </p> + <p> + “At what hour?” + </p> + <p> + “Five o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't do it, Jane,” said Ethel. “It tires you for the day.” + </p> + <p> + “I will come, Jim; I would love to come,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + For some time they stood gazing down upon the scene below them. Then + turning to the children abruptly, Ethel said, “Now, then, children, you + run down and get ready; that is, if you are going to church. Take them + down, Jim.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Ethel,” said Jim. “See there, Jane,” he continued, “that neck + of land across the traverse—that's where the old Hudson Bay trail + used to run that goes from the Big Lakes to Winnipeg. It's the old war + trail of the Crees too. Wouldn't you like to have seen them in the old + days?” + </p> + <p> + “I would run and hide,” said Isabel, “so they could not see me.” + </p> + <p> + “I would not be afraid,” said Helen, straightening up to her full height + of six years. “I would shoot them dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor things,” said Jane, in a pitiful voice. “And then their little + babies at home would cry and cry.” + </p> + <p> + Helen looked distressed. “I would not shoot the ones that had babies.” + </p> + <p> + “But then,” said Jane, “the poor wives would sit on the ground and wail + and wail, like the Indians we heard the other night. Oh, it sounded very + sad.” + </p> + <p> + “I would not shoot the ones with wives or babies or anything,” said Helen, + determined to escape from her painful dilemma. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, only the boys and young men?” said Jane. “And then the poor old + mothers would cry and cry and tear their hair for the boys who would never + come back.” + </p> + <p> + Helen stood in perplexed silence. Then she said shyly, “I wouldn't shoot + any of them unless they tried to shoot me or Mother or Daddy.” + </p> + <p> + “Or me,” said Jane, throwing her arms around the little girl. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Helen, “or you, or anybody in our house.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems a perfectly safe place to leave it, Helen,” said Ethel. “I + think even the most pronounced pacifist would accept that as a + justification of war. I fancy that is why poor little Servia is fighting + big bullying Austria to-day. But run down now; hurry, hurry; the launch + will be ready in a few minutes, and if you are not ready you know Daddy + won't wait.” + </p> + <p> + But they were ready and with the round dozen, which with the visitors + constituted the Murray household at their island home, they filled the + launch, Jim at the wheel. It was a glorious Sunday morning and the whole + world breathed peace. Through the mazes of the channels among the wooded + islands the launch made its way, across open traverse, down long waterways + like rivers between high, wooded banks, through cuts and gaps, where the + waters boiled and foamed, they ran, for the most part drinking in silently + the exquisite and varied beauty of lake and sky and woods. Silent they + were but for the quiet talk and cheery laughter of the younger portion of + the company, until they neared the little town, when the silence that hung + over the lake and woods was invaded by other launches outbound and in. The + Kenora docks were crowded with rowboats, sailboats, canoes and launches of + all sorts and sizes, so that it took some steering skill on Jim's part to + land them at the dock without bumping either themselves or any one else. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, look!” exclaimed Isabel, whose sharp eyes were darting everywhere. + “There's the Rushbrooke's lovely new launch. Isn't it beautiful!” + </p> + <p> + “Huh!” shouted Helen. “It is not half as pretty as ours.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, hush, Helen,” said the scandalised Isabel. “It is lovely, isnt it, + Jane? And there is Lloyd Rushbrooke. I think he's lovely, too. And who is + that with him, Jane—that pretty girl? Oh, isn't she pretty?” + </p> + <p> + “That's Helen Brookes,” said Jane in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, isn't she lovely!” exclaimed Isabel. + </p> + <p> + “Lovely bunch, Isabel,” said Jim with a grin. + </p> + <p> + “I don't care, they are,” insisted Isabel. “And there is Mr. McPherson, + Jane,” she added, her sharp eyes catching sight of their Winnipeg minister + through the crowd. “He's coming this way. What are the people all waiting + for, Jane?” + </p> + <p> + The Reverend Andrew McPherson was a tall, slight, dark man, straight but + for the student's stoop of his shoulders, and with a strikingly Highland + Scotch cast of countenance, high cheek bones, keen blue eyes set deep + below a wide forehead, long jaw that clamped firm lips together. He came + straight to where Mr. Murray and Dr. Brown were standing. + </p> + <p> + “I have just received from a friend in Winnipeg the most terrible news,” + he said in a low voice. “Germany has declared war on Russia and France.” + </p> + <p> + “War! War! Germany!” exclaimed the men in awed, hushed voices, a startled + look upon their grave faces. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, James?” said Mrs. Murray. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray repeated the news to her. + </p> + <p> + “Germany at war?” she said. “I thought it was Austria and Servia. Isn't + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear,” said Mr. Murray hastily, as if anxious to cover up his + wife's display of ignorance of the European situation. “Austria has been + at war with Servia for some days, but now Germany has declared war + apparently upon France and Russia.” + </p> + <p> + “But what has Germany to do with it, or Russia either, or France?” + </p> + <p> + They moved off together from the docks toward the church, discussing the + ominous news. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, look, Jane,” said Isabel once more. “There's Ramsay Dunn. Isn't he + looking funny?” + </p> + <p> + “Pickled, I guess,” said Jim, with a glance at the young man who with + puffed and sodden face was gazing with dull and stupid eyes across the + lake. On catching sight of the approaching party Ramsay Dunn turned his + back sharply upon them and became intensely absorbed in the launch at his + side. But Jane would not have it thus. + </p> + <p> + “Ask him to come over this afternoon,” she said to Ethel. “His mother + would like it.” + </p> + <p> + “Good morning, Ramsay,” said Ethel as they passed him. + </p> + <p> + Ramsay turned sharply, stood stiff and straight, then saluted with an + elaborate bow. “Good morning, Ethel. Why, good morning, Jane. You down + here? Delighted to see you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ramsay, could you come over this afternoon to our island?” said Ethel. + “Jane is going back this week.” + </p> + <p> + “Sure thing, Ethel. Nothing but scarlet fever, small-pox, or other + contectious or infagious, confagious or intexious—eh, disease will + prevent me. The afternoon or the evening?” he added with what he meant to + be a most ingratiating smile. “The late afternoon or the early evening?” + </p> + <p> + The little girls, who had been staring at him with wide, wondering eyes, + began to giggle. + </p> + <p> + “I'll be there,” continued Ramsay. “I'll be there, I'll be there, when the + early evening cometh, I'll be there.” He bowed deeply to the young ladies + and winked solemnly at Isabel, who by this time was finding it quite + impossible to control her giggles. + </p> + <p> + “Isn't he awfully funny?” she said as they moved off. “I think he is + awfully funny.” + </p> + <p> + “Funny!” said Ethel. “Disgusting, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ethel, isn't it terribly sad?” said Jane. “Poor Mrs. Dunn, she feels + so awfully about it. They say he is going on these days in a perfectly + dreadful way.” + </p> + <p> + The little brick church was comfortably filled with the townsfolk and with + such of the summer visitors as had not “left their religion behind them in + Winnipeg,” as Jane said. The preacher was a little man whose speech + betrayed his birth, and the theology and delivery of whose sermon bore the + unmistakable marks of his Edinburgh training. He discoursed in somewhat + formal but in finished style upon the blessings of rest, with obvious + application to the special circumstances of the greater part of his + audience who had come to this most beautiful of all Canada's beautiful + spots seeking these blessings. To further emphasise the value of their + privileges, he contrasted with their lot the condition of unhappy Servia + now suffering from the horrors of war and threatened with extinction by + its tyrannical neighbour, Austria. The war could end only in one way. In + spite of her gallant and heroic fight Servia was doomed to defeat. But a + day of reckoning would surely come, for this was not the first time that + Austria had exercised its superior power in an act of unrighteous tyranny + over smaller states. The God of righteousness was still ruling in his + world, and righteousness would be done. + </p> + <p> + At the close of the service, while they were singing the final hymn, Mr. + McPherson, after a whispered colloquy with Mr. Murray, made his way to the + pulpit, where he held an earnest conversation with the minister. Instead + of pronouncing the benediction and dismissing the congregation when the + final “Amen” had been sung, the minister invited the people to resume + their seats, when Mr. McPherson rose and said, + </p> + <p> + “Friends, we have just learned that a great and terrible evil has fallen + upon the world. Five days ago the world was shocked by the announcement + that Austria had declared war upon Servia. Through these days the powers + of Europe, or at least some of them, and chief among them Great Britain, + have been labouring to localise the war and to prevent its extension. + To-day the sad, the terrible announcement is made that Germany has + declared war upon both Russia and France. What an hour may bring forth, we + know not. But not in our day, or in our fathers' day, have we faced so + great a peril as we face to-day. For we cannot forget that our Empire is + held by close and vital ties to the Republic of France in the entente + cordiale. Let us beseech Almighty God to grant a speedy end to war and + especially to guide the King's counsellors that they may lead this Empire + in the way that is wise and right and honourable.” + </p> + <p> + In the brief prayer that followed there fell upon the people an + overpowering sense of the futility of man's wisdom, and of the need of the + might and wisdom that are not man's but God's. + </p> + <p> + Two days later Mr. Murray and the children accompanied Dr. Brown and Jane + to Kenora on their way back to the city. As they were proceeding to the + railway station they were arrested by a group that stood in front of the + bulletin board upon which since the war began the local newspaper was wont + to affix the latest despatches. The group was standing in awed silence + staring at the bulletin board before them. Dr. Brown pushed his way + through, read the despatch, looked around upon the faces beside him, read + the words once more, came back to where his party were standing and stood + silent. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” inquired Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “War,” said Dr. Brown in a husky whisper. Then clearing his throat, “War—Britain + and Germany.” + </p> + <p> + War! For the first time in the memory of living man that word was spoken + in a voice that stopped dead still the Empire in the daily routine of its + life. War! That word whispered in the secret silent chamber of the man + whose chief glory had been his title as Supreme War Lord of Europe, swift + as the lightning's flash circled the globe, arresting multitudes of men + busy with their peaceful tasks, piercing the hearts of countless women + with a new and nameless terror, paralysing the activities of nations + engaged in the arts of peace, transforming into bitter enemies those + living in the bonds of brotherhood, and loosing upon the world the fiends + of hell. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray turned to his boy. “Jim,” he said, “I must go to Winnipeg. Take + the children home and tell their mother. I shall wire you to-morrow when + to meet me.” Awed, solemnised and in silence they took their ways. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the railway station, Mr. Murray changed his mind. He was a man + clear in thought and swift in action. His first thought had been of his + business as being immediately affected by this new and mighty fact of war. + Then he thought of other and wider interests. + </p> + <p> + “Let us go back, Dr. Brown,” he said. “A large number of our business men + are at the Lake. I suppose half of our Board of Trade are down here. We + can reach them more easily here than any place else, and it is important + that we should immediately get them together. Excuse me while I wire to my + architect. I must stop that block of mine.” + </p> + <p> + They returned together to the launch. On their way back to their island + they called to see Mr. McPherson. “You were right,” was Mr. Murray's + greeting to him. “It has come; Britain has declared war.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. McPherson stood gazing at him in solemn silence. “War,” he said at + length. “We are really in.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you were right, Mr. McPherson,” said Dr. Brown. “I could not believe + it; I cannot believe it yet. Why we should have gone into this particular + quarrel, for the life of me I cannot understand.” + </p> + <p> + “I was afraid from the very first,” said McPherson, “and when once Russia + and France were in I knew that Britain could not honourably escape.” + </p> + <p> + As they were talking together a launch went swiftly by. “That's the + Rushbrooke's launch,” said Jim. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray rushed out upon the pier and, waving his hand, brought it to a + halt and finally to the dock. “Have you heard the news?” he said to the + lady who sat near the stern. “Britain has declared war.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” replied Mrs. Rushbrooke, “why on earth has she done that? It is + perfectly terrible.” + </p> + <p> + “Terrible, indeed,” said Mr. McPherson. “But we must face it. It changes + everything in life—business, society, home, everything will + immediately feel the effect of this thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. McPherson,” exclaimed Mrs. Rushbrooke, “I can hardly see how it + will quite change everything for us here in Canada. For instance,” she + added with a gay laugh, “I do not see that it will change our bonfire + tonight. By the way, I see you are not gone, Dr. Brown. You and Jane will + surely come over; and, Mr. Murray, you will bring your young people and + Mrs. Murray; and, Mr. McPherson, I hope you will be able to come. It is + going to be a charming evening and you will see a great many of your + friends. I think a bonfire on one of the islands makes a very pretty + sight.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not sure whether I can take the time, Mrs. Rushbrooke,” said Mr. + Murray. “I had thought of seeing a number of our business men who are down + here at the Lake.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, can't you leave business even while you are here? You really ought to + forget business during your holidays, Mr. Murray.” + </p> + <p> + “I mean in relation to the war,” said Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “Good gracious, what can they possibly do about the war down here? But if + you want to see them they will all be with us to-night. So you had better + come along. But we shall have to hurry, Lloyd; I have a lot of things to + do and a lot of people to feed. We have got to live, haven't we?” she + added as the launch got under way. + </p> + <p> + “Got to live,” said Mr. McPherson after they had gone. “Ah, even that + necessity has been changed. The necessity for living, which I am afraid + most of us have considered to be of first importance, has suddenly given + place to another necessity.” + </p> + <p> + “And that?” said Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “The necessity not to live, but to do our duty. Life has become all at + once a very simple thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we have got to keep going in the meantime at any rate,” said Mr. + Murray. + </p> + <p> + “Going, yes; but going where?” said Mr. McPherson. “All roads now, for us, + lead to one spot.” + </p> + <p> + “And that spot?” said Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “The battlefield.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Mr. McPherson, we must not lose our heads; we must keep sane and + reasonable. Eh, Doctor?” + </p> + <p> + “I confess that this thing has completely stunned me,” said Dr. Brown. + “You see I could not believe, I would not believe that war was possible in + our day. I would not believe you, Mr. McPherson. I thought you had gone + mad on this German scare. But you were right. My God, I can't get my + bearings yet; we are really at war!” + </p> + <p> + “God grant that Canada may see its duty clearly,” said Mr. McPherson. “God + make us strong to bear His will.” + </p> + <p> + They hurried back to their island, each busy with his thoughts, seeking to + readjust life to this new and horrible environment. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Murray met them at the dock. “You are back, Dr. Brown,” she cried. + “Did you forget something? We are glad to see you at any rate.” Then + noticing the men's faces, she said, “What is the matter, James? Is there + anything wrong?” + </p> + <p> + “We bring terrible news, Mother,” he said. “We are at war.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Murray's' mind, like her husband's, moved swiftly. She was a life + partner in the fullest sense. In business as in the home she shared his + plans and purposes. “What about the block, James?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I wired Eastwood,” he replied, “to stop that.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Mother?” inquired Isabel, who stood upon the dock clinging to + her mother's dress, and who saw in the grave, faces about her signs of + disaster. + </p> + <p> + “Hush, dear,” said her mother. “Nothing that you can understand.” She + would keep from her children this horror as long as she could. + </p> + <p> + At lunch in the midst of the most animated conversation the talk would die + out, and all would be busy fitting their lives to war. Like waves ever + deepening in volume and increasing in force, the appalling thought of war + beat upon their minds. After lunch they sat together in the screened + veranda talking quietly together of the issues, the consequences to them + and to their community, to their country, and to the world at large, of + this thing that had befallen them. They made the amazing discovery that + they were almost entirely ignorant of everything that had to do with war, + even the relative military strength of the belligerent nations. One thing + like a solid back wall of rock gave them a sense of security—the + British Navy was still supreme. + </p> + <p> + “Let's see, did they cut down the Navy estimates during the last + Parliament? I know they were always talking of reduction,” inquired Mr. + Murray. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I know nothing about it,” said Dr. Brown. “Last week I would + have told you 'I hope so'; to-day I profoundly hope not. Jane, you ought + to know about this. Jane is the war champion in our family,” he added with + a smile. + </p> + <p> + “No, there has been no reduction; Winston Churchill has carried on his + programme. He wanted to halt the building programme, you remember, but the + Germans would not agree. So I think the Navy is quite up to the mark. But, + of course,” she added, “the German Navy is very strong too.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I believe you are right, Jane,” said Dr. Brown. “How completely we + were all hoodwinked. I cannot believe that we are actually at war. Our + friend Romayne was right. By the way, what about Romayne, Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “Who is he?” inquired Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “Romayne?” said Dr. Brown. “Oh, he's a great friend of ours in the West. + He married a sister of young Gwynne, you know. He was an attache of the + British Embassy in Berlin, and was, as we thought, quite mad on the + subject of preparation for war. He and Jane hit it off tremendously last + autumn when we were visiting the Gwynnes. Was he not an officer in the + Guards or something, Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” replied Jane, fear leaping into her eyes. “Oh, Papa, do you think + he will have to go? Surely he would not.” + </p> + <p> + “What? Go back to England?” said Dr. Brown. “I hardly think so. I do not + know, but perhaps he may.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Papa!” exclaimed Jane, the quick tears in her eyes. “Think of his + wife and little baby!” + </p> + <p> + “My God!” exclaimed Dr. Brown. “It is war that is upon us.” + </p> + <p> + A fresh wave of horror deeper than any before swept their souls. “Surely + he won't need to go,” he said after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “But his regiment will be going,” said Jane, whose face had become very + pale and whose eyes were wide with horror. “His regiment will be going + and,” she added, “he will go too.” The tears were quietly running down her + face. She knew Jack Romayne and she had the courage to accept the truth + which as yet her father put from his mind. + </p> + <p> + Dumb they sat, unschooled in language fitted to deal with the tides of + emotion that surged round this new and overwhelming fact of war. Where + next would this dread thing strike? + </p> + <p> + “Canada will doubtless send some troops,” said Dr. Brown. “We sent to + South Africa, let me see, was it five thousand?” + </p> + <p> + “More, I think, Papa,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “We will send twice or three times that number this time,” said Mr. + Murray. + </p> + <p> + And again silence fell upon them. They were each busy with the question + who would go. Swiftly their minds ran over the homes of their friends and + acquaintances. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Doctor,” said Mr. Murray, with a great effort at a laugh, “you + can't send your boy at any rate.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Dr. Brown. “But if my girl had been a boy, I fear I could not + hold her. Eh, Jane?” But Jane only smiled a very doubtful smile in answer. + </p> + <p> + “We may all have to go, Doctor,” said Mr. Murray. “If the war lasts long + enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, James,” said his wife with a quick glance at her two little + girls. Her boy was fifteen. Thank God, she would not have to face the + question of his duty in regard to war. “They would not be taking old men + like you, James,” she added. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray laughed at her. “Well, hardly, I suppose, my dear,” he replied. + “I rather guess we won't be allowed to share the glory this time, Doctor.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Brown sat silent for a few moments, then said quietly, “The young + fellows, of course, will get the first chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let's not talk about it,” said Ethel. “Come, Jane, let's go + exploring.” + </p> + <p> + Jane rose. + </p> + <p> + “And me, too,” cried Isabel. + </p> + <p> + “And me,” cried Helen. + </p> + <p> + Ethel hesitated. “Let them come, Ethel,” said Jane. “We shall go slowly.” + </p> + <p> + An exploration of the island was always a thing of unmixed and varied + delight. There were something over twenty-five acres of wooded hills + running up to bare rocks, ravines deep in shrub and ferns, and lower + levels thick with underbrush and heavy timber. Every step of the way new + treasures disclosed themselves, ferns and grasses, shrubs and vines, and + everywhere the wood flowers, shy and sweet. Everywhere, too, on fallen + logs, on the grey rocks, and on the lower ground where the aromatic + balsams and pines stood silent and thick, were mosses, mosses of all hues + and depths. In the sunlit open spaces gorgeous butterflies and gleaming + dragon flies fluttered and darted, bees hummed, and birds sang and + twittered. There the children's voices were mingled in cheery shouts and + laughter with the other happy sounds that filled the glades. But when they + came to the dark pines, solemn and silent except when the wind moved in + their tasselled tops with mysterious, mournful whispering, the children + hushed their voices and walked softly upon the deep moss. + </p> + <p> + “It is like being in church,” said Helen, her little soul exquisitely + sensitive to the mystic, fragrant silences and glooms that haunted the + pine grove. + </p> + <p> + On a sloping hillside under the pines they lay upon the mossy bed, the + children listening for the things that lived in these shadowy depths. + </p> + <p> + “They are all looking at us,” said Isabel in a voice of awed mystery. + “Lots and lots of eyes are just looking, looking, and looking.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Isabel, you give me the creeps,” laughed Jane. “Whisht! They'll hear + you,” said Isabel, darting swift glances among the trees. + </p> + <p> + “The dear things,” said Jane. “They would love to play with you if they + only knew how.” This was quite a new idea to the children. Hitherto the + shy things had been more associated with fear than with play. “They would + love to play tag with you,” continued Jane, “round these trees, if you + could only coax them out. They are so shy.” + </p> + <p> + Stealthily the children began to move among the bushes, alert for the + watching eyes and the shy faces of the wild things that made their homes + in these dark dwellings. The girls sat silent, looking out through the + interlacing boughs upon the gleam of the lake below. They dearly loved + this spot. It was a favourite haunt with them, the very spot for + confidence, and many a happy hour had they spent together here. To-day + they sat without speech; there was nothing that they cared to talk about. + It was only yesterday in this same place they had talked over all things + under the sun. They had exchanged with each other their stores of kindly + gossip about all their friends and their friends' friends. Only yesterday + it was that Ethel for the twentieth time had gone over with Jane all the + intricately perplexing and delightful details in regard to her coming-out + party next winter. All the boys and girls were to be invited, and Jane was + to help with the serving. It was only yesterday that in a moment of quite + unusual frankness Ethel had read snatches of a letter which had come from + Macleod, who was out in a mission field in Saskatchewan. How they had + laughed together, all in a kindly way, over the solemn, formal phrases of + the young Scotch Canadian missionary, Ethel making sport of his solemnity + and Jane warmly defending him. How they had talked over the boys' affairs, + as girls will talk, and of their various loves and how they fared, and of + the cruelties practised upon them. And last of all Ethel had talked of + Larry, Jane listening warily the while and offering an occasional bit of + information to keep the talk going. And all of this only yesterday; not + ten years ago, or a year ago, but yesterday! And to-day not a word seemed + possible. The world had changed over night. How different from that + unshaded, sunny world of yesterday! How sunny it was but yesterday! Life + now was a thing of different values. Ah, that was it. The values were all + altered. Things big yesterday had shrunk almost to the point of + disappearance to-day. Things that yesterday seemed remote and vague, + to-day filled their horizon, for some of them dark enough. Determined to + ignore that gaunt Spectre standing there, in the shadow silent and grim, + they would begin to talk on themes good yesterday for an hour's engrossing + conversation, but before they were aware they had forgotten the subject of + their talk and found themselves sitting together dumb and looking out upon + the gleam of the waters, thinking, thinking and ever thinking, while + nearer and ever more terrible moved the Spectre of War. It was like the + falling of night upon their world. From the landscape things familiar and + dear were blotted out, and in their place moved upon them strange shapes + unreal and horrible. + </p> + <p> + At length they gave it up, called the children and went back to the + others. At the dock they found a launch filled with visitors bringing news—great + news and glorious. A big naval battle had been fought in the North Sea! + Ten British battleships had been sunk, but the whole German fleet had been + destroyed! For the first time war took on some colour. Crimson and purple + and gold began to shoot through the sombre black and grey. A completely + new set of emotions filled their hearts, a new sense of exultation, a new + pride in that great British Navy which hitherto had been a mere word in a + history book, or in a song. The children who, after their manner, were + quickest to catch and to carry on to their utmost limits the emotions of + the moment, were jubilantly triumphant. Some of them were carrying little + Union Jacks in their hands. For the first time in their lives that flag + became a thing of pride and power, a thing to shout for. It stood for + something invisible but very real. Even their elders were not insensible + to that something. Hitherto they had taken that flag for granted. They had + hung it out of their windows on Empire Day or on Dominion Day as a + patriotic symbol, but few of them would have confessed, except in a + half-shamed, apologetic way, to any thrill at the flapping of that bit of + bunting. They had shrunk from a display of patriotic emotion. They were + not like their American cousins, who were ever ready to rave over Old + Glory. That sort of emotional display was un-Canadian, un-British. But + to-day somehow the flag had changed. The flag had changed because it + fluttered in a new world, a new light fell upon it, the light of battle. + It was a war flag to-day. Men were fighting under it, were fighting for + all it represented, were dying under its folds, and proudly and gladly. + </p> + <p> + “And all the men will go to fight, your father and my father, and all the + big boys,” Ethel heard a little friend confide to Isabel. + </p> + <p> + “Hush, Mabel,” said Ethel sharply. “Don't be silly.” + </p> + <p> + But the word had been spoken and as a seed it fell upon fertile soil. The + launch went off with the children waving their flags and cheering. And + again upon those left upon the dock the shadow settled heavier than + before. That was the way with that shadow. It was always heavier, thicker, + more ominous after each interlude of relief. + </p> + <p> + It was the same at the bonfire in the evening at the Rushbrookes'. The + island was a fairy picture of mingling lights and shadows. As the flaming + west grew grey, the pale silver of the moon, riding high and serene, fell + upon the crowding, gaily decked launches that thronged the docks and + moored to the shore; upon the dark balsams and silver birches hung with + parti-coloured gaudy Chinese lanterns; upon the groups of girls, fair and + sweet in their white summer camping frocks, and young men in flannels, + their bare necks and arms showing brown and strong; upon little clusters + of their fathers and mothers gravely talking together. From the veranda + above, mingling with the laughing, chattering voices, the alluring strains + of the orchestra invited to waltz, or fox trot. As the flame died from the + western sky and the shadows crept down from the trees, the bonfire was set + alight. As the flame leaped high the soft strains of the orchestra died + away. Then suddenly, clear, full and strong, a chord sounded forth, + another, and then another. A hush fell upon the chattering, laughing + crowd. Then as they caught the strain men lolling upon the ground sprang + to their feet; lads stood at attention. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Send him victorious,” + </pre> + <p> + some one sang timidly, giving words to the music. In one instant a hundred + throats were wide open singing the words: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Happy and glorious, + Long to reign over us, + God save our King.” + </pre> + <p> + Again the chords sounded and at once the verse from the first was sung + again. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “God save our gracious King, + Long live our noble King, + God save our King, + Send him victorious, + Happy and glorious, + Long to reign over us, + God save our King.” + </pre> + <p> + As the last note died Ramsay Dunn leaped upon a huge boulder, threw up his + hand and began, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “In days of yore, from Britain's shore.” + </pre> + <p> + A yell greeted him, sudden, fierce, triumphant, drowned his voice, then + ceased! And again from a hundred throats of men and women, boys and girls, + the words rang out, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “There may it wave, our boast and pride, + And joined in love together, + The thistle, shamrock, rose entwine, + The Maple Leaf forever.” + </pre> + <p> + Again and again and once again they followed Ramsay in the quick, shrill + Canadian cheer that was to be heard in after days in places widely + different and far remote from that gay, moonlit, lantern-decked, + boat-thronged, water-lapped island in that far northern Canadian lake. + Following the cheers there came stillness. Men looked sheepishly at each + other as if caught in some silly prank. Then once more the Spectre drew + near. But this time they declined not to look, but with steady, grave, + appraising eyes they faced The Thing, resolute to know the worst, and in + quiet undertones they talked together of War. + </p> + <p> + The bonfire roared gloriously up through the dark night, throwing far + gleams out upon the moonlit waters in front and upon the dark woods + behind. The people gathered about the fire and disposed themselves in + groups upon the sloping, grassy sward under the trees, upon the shelving + rocks and upon the sandy shore. + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Murray had business on hand. In company with Dr. Brown and the + minister, Mr. McPherson, he sought his host. “Would it be possible, Mr. + Rushbrooke,” he said, “to gather a number of business men here together?” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” inquired Rushbrooke. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I may be all wrong,” said Mr. Murray apologetically, “but I have + the feeling that we ought without delay to discuss what preliminary steps + should be taken to meet with the critical conditions brought on by the + war.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Mr. Murray,” cried Mrs. Rushbrooke, who was standing by her + husband's side, “they are all so happy it would seem a great pity to + introduce this horrible thing at such a time.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really think it necessary, Murray?” said Mr. Rushbrooke, who was + an older man than Mr. Murray, and who was unwilling to accede to him any + position of dominance in the business world of Winnipeg. “There's really + nothing we can do. It seems to me that we must keep our heads and as far + as possible prevent undue excitement and guard against panic.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are right, Mr. Rushbrooke. The thought in my mind was that we + ought to get a meeting together in Winnipeg soon. But everybody is away. A + great many are here at the Lake; it seemed a good opportunity to make some + preliminary arrangement.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Mr. Murray,” said Mrs. Rushbrooke, “I cannot help feeling that + you take this too seriously, besides there can hardly be need for such + precipitate action. Of course, we are at war, and Canada will do her part, + but to introduce such a horrible theme in a company of young people seems + to me to be somehow out of place.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Mrs. Rushbrooke, if you say so. I have no desire to intrude,” + said Mr. Murray. + </p> + <p> + “But, Mr. Rushbrooke, the thing has to be faced,” interposed Mr. + McPherson. “We cannot shut our eyes to the fact of war, and this is the + supreme fact in our national life to-day. Everything else is secondary.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I do not agree with you, Mr. McPherson,” said Mrs. Rushbrooke, taking + the word out of her husband's mouth. “Of course war is terrible and all + that, but men must do their work. The Doctor here must continue to look + after his sick, Mr. Murray has his business, you must care for your + congregation.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know about that, Mrs. Rushbrooke,” said the minister. “I do not + know about that at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Mr. McPherson, you surprise me! Must not my husband attend to his + business, must not the Doctor look after his patients?” + </p> + <p> + A number of men had gathered about during the course of the conversation. + “No,” said Mr. McPherson, his voice ringing out in decided tones. “There + is only one 'must' for us now, and that is War. For the Empire, for every + man, woman, and child in Canada, the first thing, and by comparison the + only thing, is War.” + </p> + <p> + That dread word rang out sharp, insistent, penetrating through the quiet + hum of voices rising from the groups about the fire. By this time a very + considerable number of men present had joined themselves to the group + about the speakers. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Murray,” said Mr. Rushbrooke, with a laugh, “it seems to me + that we cannot help it very well. If you wish to discourse upon the war, + you have your audience and you have my permission.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not my intention to discourse upon the war, Mr. Rushbrooke, but + with your permission I will just tell our friends here how my mind has + worked since learning this terrible news this morning. My first impulse + was to take the first train to Winnipeg, for I know that it will be + necessary for me to readjust my business to the new conditions created by + war. My second thought was that there were others like me; that, in fact, + the whole business public of Winnipeg would be similarly affected. I felt + the need of counsel so that I should make no mistake that would imperil + the interests of others. I accepted Mrs. Rushbrooke's invitation to come + to-night in the hope of meeting with a number of the business men of + Winnipeg. The more I think of it the more terrible this thing becomes. The + ordinary conditions of business are gone. We shall all need to readjust + ourselves in every department of life. It seems to me that we must stand + together and meet this calamity as best we can, wisely, fairly and + fearlessly. The main point to be considered is, should we not have a + general meeting of the business men of Winnipeg, and if so, when?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray's words were received in deep silence, and for a time no one + made reply. Then Mr. Rushbrooke made answer. + </p> + <p> + “We all feel the importance of what Mr. Murray has said. Personally, + though, I am of the opinion that we should avoid all unnecessary + excitement and everything approaching panic. The war will doubtless be a + short one. Germany, after long preparation, has decided to challenge Great + Britain's power. Still, Britain is ready for her. She has accepted the + challenge; and though her army is not great, she is yet not unprepared. + Between the enemy and Britain's shores there lies that mighty, invisible + and invincible line of defence, the British navy. With the French armies + on the one side and the Russian on the other, Germany can not last. In + these days, with the terrible engines of destruction that science has + produced, wars will be short and sharp. Germany will get her medicine and + I hope it will do her good.” + </p> + <p> + If Mr. Rushbrooke expected his somewhat flamboyant speech to awaken + enthusiastic approval, he must have been disappointed. His words were + received in grave silence. The fact of war was far too unfamiliar and too + overwhelming to make it easy for them to compass it in their thoughts or + to deal in any adequate way with its possible issues. + </p> + <p> + After some moments of silence the minister spoke. “I wish I could agree + with Mr. Rushbrooke,” he said. “But I cannot. My study of this question + has impressed me with the overwhelming might of Germany's military power. + The war may be short and sharp, and that is what Germany is counting upon. + But if it be short and sharp, the issue will be a German victory. The + French army is not fully prepared, I understand. Russia is an untrained + and unwieldy mass. There is, of course, the British navy, and with all my + heart I thank God that our fleet appears to be fit for service. But with + regard even to our navy we ought to remember that it is as yet untried in + modern warfare. I confess I cannot share Mr. Rushbrooke's optimistic views + as to the war. But whether he be right or I, one thing stands out clear in + my mind—that we should prepare ourselves to do our duty. At whatever + cost to our country or to ourselves, as individuals, this duty is laid + upon us. It is the first, the immediate, the all-absorbing duty of every + man, woman and child in Canada to make war. God help us not to shrink.” + </p> + <p> + “How many in this company will be in Winnipeg this week, say to-morrow?” + inquired Mr. Murray. The hand of every business man in the company went + up. “Then suppose we call a meeting at my office immediately upon the + arrival of the train.” And to this they agreed. + </p> + <p> + The Rushbrooke bonfire was an annual event and ever the most notable of + all its kind during the holiday season at the Lake. This year the + preparations for the festive gathering had exceeded those of previous + years, and Mrs. Rushbrooke's expectations of a brilliantly successful + function were proportionately high. But she had not counted upon War. And + so it came that ever as the applause following song or story died down, + the Spectre drew near, and upon even the most light-hearted of the company + a strange quiet would fall, and they would find themselves staring into + the fire forgetful of all about them, thinking of what might be. They + would have broken up early but Mrs. Rushbrooke strenuously resisted any + such attempt. But the sense of the impending horror chilled the gaiety of + the evening and halted the rush of the fun till the hostess gave up in + despair and no longer opposed the departure of her guests. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. McPherson,” she said, as that gentleman came to bid her good-night, + “I am quite cross with you. You made us all feel so blue and serious that + you quite spoiled our bonfire.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish it were only I that had spoiled it, Mrs. Rushbrooke,” said Mr. + McPherson gravely. “But even your graceful hospitality to-night, which has + never been excelled even by yourself at the Lake of the Woods, could not + make us forget, and God forgive us if we do forget.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. McPherson,” persisted Mrs. Rushbrooke, in a voice that strove to + be gaily reproachful, “we must not become pessimistic. We must be cheerful + even if we are at war.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for that word,” said the minister solemnly. “It is a true word + and a right word, and it is a word we shall need to remember more and + more.” + </p> + <p> + “The man would drive me mad,” said Mrs. Rushbrooke to Mr. Murray as they + watched the boats away. “I am more than thankful that he is not my + clergyman.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed,” said her husband, who stood near her and shared her + feelings of disappointment. “It seems to me he takes things far too + seriously.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” said Dr. Brown, who stood with Mr. Murray preparatory to + taking his departure. “I wonder if we know just how serious this thing is. + I frankly confess, Mr. Rushbrooke, that my mind has been in an appalling + condition of chaos this afternoon; and every hour the thing grows more + terrible as I think of it. But as you say, we must cheer up.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely we must,” replied Rushbrooke impatiently. “I am convinced this war + will soon be over. In three months the British navy together with the + armies of their allies will wind this thing up.” + </p> + <p> + Through a wonder world of moonlit waterways and dark, mysterious channels, + around peninsulas and between islands, across an open traverse and down a + little bay, they took their course until Jim had them safely landed at + their own dock again. The magic beauty of the white light upon wooded + island and gleaming lake held them in its spell for some minutes after + they had landed till Mrs. Murray came down from the bungalow to meet them. + </p> + <p> + “Safe back again,” she cried with an all too evident effort to be cheery. + “How lovely the night is, and how peaceful! James,” she said in a low + voice, turning to her husband, “I wish you would go to Isabel. I cannot + get her to sleep. She says she must see you.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what's up?” + </p> + <p> + “I think she has got a little fright,” said his wife. “She has been + sobbing pitifully.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Murray found the little thing wide awake, her breath coming in the + deep sobs of exhaustion that follows tempestuous tears. “What's the + trouble, Sweetheart?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Daddy,” cried the child, flinging herself upon him and bursting anew + into an ecstasy of weeping, “she—said—you would—have—to—go. + But—you won't—will you—Daddy?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Isabel, what do you mean, dear? Go where?” + </p> + <p> + “To the—war—Daddy—they said—you would—have—to + go—to the war.” + </p> + <p> + “Who said?” + </p> + <p> + “Mabel. But—you—won't, will you, Daddy?” + </p> + <p> + “Mabel is a silly little goose,” said Mr. Murray angrily. “No, never fear, + my Sweetheart, they won't expect me to go. I am far too old, you know. + Now, then, off you go to sleep. Do you know, the moon is shining so bright + outside that the little birds can't sleep. I just heard a little bird as + we were coming home cheeping away just like, you. I believe she could not + go to sleep.” + </p> + <p> + But the child could not forget that terrible word which had rooted itself + in her heart. “But you will not go; promise me, Daddy, you will not go.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Sweetheart, listen to me.” + </p> + <p> + “But promise me, Daddy, promise me.” The little thing clung to him in a + paroxysm of grief and terror. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Isabel dear,” said her father quietly. “You know I always tell + you the truth. Now listen to me. I promise you I won't go until you send + me yourself. Will that do?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Daddy,” she said, and drew a long breath. “Now I am so tired, + Daddy.” Even as she spoke the little form relaxed in his arms and in a + moment she was fast asleep. + </p> + <p> + As her father held her there the Spectre drew near again, but for the + moment his courage failed him and he dared not look. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <h3> + THE TUCK OF DRUM + </h3> + <p> + In the midst of her busy summer work in field and factory, on lake and + river, in mine and forest, on an August day of 1914, Canada was stricken + to the heart. Out of a blue summer sky a bolt as of death smote her, dazed + and dumb, gasping to God her horror and amaze. Without word of warning, + without thought of preparation, without sense of desert, War, brutal, + bloody, devilish War, was thrust into her life by that power whose + business in the world, whose confidence and glory, was war. + </p> + <p> + For some days, stunned by the unexpectedness of the blow, as much as by + its weight, Canada stood striving to regain her poise. Then with little + outcry, and with less complaint, she gathered herself for her spring. A + week, and then another, she stood breathless and following with eyes + astrain the figure of her ally, little Belgium, gallant and heroic, which + had moved out upon the world arena, the first to offer battle to the + armour-weighted, monstrous war lord of Europe, on his way to sate his soul + long thirsty for blood—men's if he could, women's and little + children's by preference, being less costly. And as she stood and strained + her eyes across the sea by this and other sights moved to her soul's + depths, she made choice, not by compulsion but of her own free will, of + war, and having made her choice, she set herself to the business of + getting ready. From Pacific to Atlantic, from Vancouver to Halifax, + reverberated the beat of the drum calling for men willing to go out and + stand with the Empire's sons in their fight for life and faith and + freedom. Twenty-five thousand Canada asked for. In less than a month a + hundred thousand men were battering at the recruiting offices demanding + enlistment in the First Canadian Expeditionary Force. From all parts of + Canada this demand was heard, but nowhere with louder insistence than in + that part which lies beyond the Great Lakes. In Winnipeg, the Gateway City + of the West, every regiment of militia at once volunteered in its full + strength for active service. Every class in the community, every + department of activity, gave an immediate response to the country's call. + The Board of Trade; the Canadian Club, that free forum of national public + opinion; the great courts of the various religious bodies; the great + fraternal societies and whatsoever organisation had a voice, all pledged + unqualified, unlimited, unhesitating support to the Government in its + resolve to make war. + </p> + <p> + Early in the first week of war wild rumours flew of victory and disaster, + but the heart of Winnipeg as of the nation was chiefly involved in the + tragic and glorious struggle of little Belgium. And when two weeks had + gone and Belgium, bruised, crushed, but unconquered, lay trampled in the + bloody dust beneath the brutal boots of the advancing German hordes, + Canada with the rest of the world had come to measure more adequately the + nature and the immensity of the work in hand. By her two weeks of glorious + conflict Belgium had uncovered to the world's astonished gaze two + portentous and significant facts: one, stark and horrible, that the German + military power knew neither ruth nor right; the other, gloriously + conspicuous, that Germany's much-vaunted men-of-war were not invincible. + </p> + <p> + On the first Sunday of the war the churches of Winnipeg were full to the + doors. Men, whose attendance was more or less desultory and to a certain + extent dependent upon the weather, were conscious of an impulse to go to + church. War had shaken the foundations of their world, and men were + thinking their deepest thoughts and facing realities too often neglected + or minimised. “I have been thinking of God these days,” said a man to Mr. + Murray as they walked home from business on Saturday, and there were many + like him in Canada in those first days of August. Without being able + definitely to define it there was in the hearts of men a sense of need of + some clear word of guiding, and in this crisis of Canadian history the + churches of Canada were not found wanting. The same Spirit that in ancient + days sent forth the Hebrew Isaiah with a message of warning and counsel + for the people of his day and which in the great crises of nations has + found utterance through the lips of men of humble and believing hearts + once more became a source of guidance and of courage. + </p> + <p> + The message varied with the character and training of the messenger. In + the church of which Reverend Andrew McPherson was the minister the people + were called to repentance and faith and courage. + </p> + <p> + “Listen to the Word of God,” cried the minister, “spoken indeed to men of + another race and another time, but spoken as truly for the men of this day + and of this nation. 'Thus saith Jehovah, thy Redeemer, the Holy One of + Israel; I am Jehovah thy God, which teacheth thee to profit, which leadeth + thee by the way that thou shouldst go. Oh, that thou wouldst hearken to my + commandments! then would thy peace be as a river, and thy righteousness as + the waves of the sea. . . . There is no peace, saith Jehovah, to the + wicked.' Echoing down through the centuries, these great words have + verified themselves in every age and may in our day verify themselves + anew. Peace and righteousness are necessarily and eternally bound + together.” He refused to discuss with them to-day the causes of this + calamity that had fallen upon them and upon the world. But in the name of + that same Almighty, Holy God, he summoned the people to repentance and to + righteousness, for without righteousness there could be no peace. + </p> + <p> + In the Cathedral there rang out over the assembled people the Call to + Sacrifice. “He that saveth his life shall lose it; and he that loseth his + life for My sake shall find it.” The instinct to save life was fundamental + and universal. There were times when man must resist that instinct and + choose to surrender life. Such was the present time. Dear as life was, + there were things infinitely more precious to mankind, and these things + were in peril. For the preserving of these things to the world our Empire + had resolved upon war, and throughout the Empire the call had sounded + forth for men willing to sacrifice their lives. To this call Canada would + make response, and only thus could Canada save her life. For faith, for + righteousness, for humanity, our Empire had accepted war. And now, as + ever, the pathway to immortality for men and for nations was the pathway + of sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + In St. Mary's the priest, an Irishman of warm heart and of fiery fighting + spirit, summoned the faithful to faith and duty. To faith in the God of + their fathers who through his church had ever led his people along the + stern pathway of duty. The duty of the hour was that of united and + whole-hearted devotion to the cause of Freedom, for which Great Britain + had girded on her sword. The heart of the Empire had been thrilled by the + noble words of the leader of the Irish Party in the House of Commons at + Home, in which he pledged the Irish people to the cause of the world's + Freedom. In this great struggle all loyal Sons of Canada of all races and + creeds would be found united in the defence of this sacred cause. + </p> + <p> + The newspaper press published full reports of many of the sermons + preached. These sermons all struck the same note—repentance, + sacrifice, service. On Monday morning men walked with surer tread because + the light was falling clearer upon the path they must take. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, when Jane and her friend, Ethel Murray, were on their way + downtown, they heard the beat of a drum. Was it fancy, or was there in + that beat something they had never heard in a drum beat before, something + more insistent, more compelling? They hurried to Portage Avenue and there + saw Winnipeg's famous historic regiment, the Ninetieth Rifles, march with + quick, brisk step to the drum beat of their bugle band. + </p> + <p> + “Look,” cried Ethel, “there's Pat Scallons, and Ted Tuttle, and Fred + Sharp, too. I did not know that he belonged to the Ninetieth.” And as they + passed, rank on rank, Ethel continued to name the friends whom she + recognised. + </p> + <p> + But Jane stood uttering no word. The sight of these lads stepping to the + drum beat so proudly had sent a chill to her heart and tears to her eyes. + “Oh, Ethel,” she cried, touching her friend's arm, “isn't it terrible?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what's the matter?” cried Ethel, glancing at her. “Think of what + they are marching to!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I can't bear it,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + But Ethel was more engaged with the appearance of the battalion, from the + ranks of which she continued to pick out the faces of her friends. “Look,” + she cried, “that surely is not Kellerman! It is! It is! Look, Jane, + there's that little Jew. Is it possible?” + </p> + <p> + “Kellerman?” cried Jane. “No, it can't be he. There are no Jews in the + Ninetieth.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is,” cried Ethel. “It is Kellerman. Let us go up to Broadway and + we shall meet them again.” + </p> + <p> + They turned up a cross street and were in time to secure a position from + which they could get a good look at the faces of the lads as they passed. + The battalion was marching at attention, and so rigid was the discipline + that not a face was turned toward the two young ladies standing at the + street corner. A glance of the eye and a smile they received from their + friends as they passed, but no man turned his head. + </p> + <p> + “There he is,” said Jane. “It is Kellerman—in the second row, see?” + </p> + <p> + “Sure enough, it is Kellerman,” said Ethel. “Well, what has come to + Winnipeg?” + </p> + <p> + “War,” said Jane solemnly. “And a good many more of the boys will be going + too, if they are any good.” + </p> + <p> + As Kellerman came stepping along he caught sight of the girls standing + there, but no sign of recognition did he make. He was too anxious to be + considered a soldier for that. Steadiness was one of the primary + principles knocked into the minds of recruits by the Sergeant Major. + </p> + <p> + The girls moved along after the column had passed at a sufficient distance + to escape the rabble. At the drill hall they found the street blocked by a + crowd of men, women and children. + </p> + <p> + “What is all this, I wonder?” said Ethel. “Let us wait here awhile. + Perhaps we may come across some one we know.” + </p> + <p> + It was a strange crowd that gathered about the entrance to the drill hall, + not the usual assemblage of noisy, idly curious folk of the lighter weight + that are wont to follow a marching battalion or gather to the sound of a + band. It was composed of substantial and solid people, serious in face and + quiet in demeanour. They were there on business, a business of the gravest + character. As the girls stood waiting they heard far down Broadway the + throbbing of drums. + </p> + <p> + “Listen, Ethel,” cried Jane. “The Pipes!” + </p> + <p> + “The Pipes!” echoed Ethel in great excitement. “The Kilties!” + </p> + <p> + Above the roll and rattle of the drums they caught those high, + heart-thrilling sounds which for nearly two hundred years have been heard + on every famous British battlefield, and which have ever led Scotland's + sons down the path of blood and death to imperishable glory. + </p> + <p> + A young Ninetieth officer, intent on seeing that the way was kept clear + for the soldiers, came striding out of the armoury. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, there's Frank Smart,” said Ethel. “I wish he would see us.” + </p> + <p> + As if in answer to her wish, Smart turned about and saw them in the crowd. + Immediately he came to them. + </p> + <p> + “I didn't know you were a soldier, Frank,” said Jane, greeting him with a + radiant smile. + </p> + <p> + “I had almost forgotten it myself,” said Frank. “But I was at church + yesterday and I went home and looked up my uniform and here I am.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not going across, Frank, are you?” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “If I can. There is very strong competition between both officers and men. + I have been paying little attention to soldiering for a year or so; I have + been much too busy. But now things are different. If I can make it, I + guess I will go.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Frank, YOU don't need to go, said Ethel. I mean there are heaps of + men all over Canada wanting to go. Why should YOU go?” + </p> + <p> + “The question a fellow must ask himself is rather why should he stay,” + replied the young officer. “Don't you think so, Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Jane, drawing in her breath sharply but smiling at him. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to go in?” asked Frank. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do let's go in,” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + But Jane shrank back. “I don't like to go through all those men,” she + said, “though I should like greatly to see Kellerman,” she added. “I + wonder if I could see him.” + </p> + <p> + “Kellerman?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he's Jane's special, you know,” said Ethel. “They ran close together + for the German prize, you remember. You don't know him? A little Jew + chap.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't know him,” said Smart. “But you can certainly see him if you + wish. Just come with me; I will get you in. But first I have got to see + that this way is kept clear for the Highlanders.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let's wait to see them come up,” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, stand here,” said Frank. “There may be a crush, but if you + don't mind that we will follow right after them. Here they come. Great + lads, aren't they?” + </p> + <p> + “And they have their big feather bonnets on, too,” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + Down the street the Highlanders came in column of fours, the pipe band + leading. + </p> + <p> + “Aren't they gorgeous?” said Smart with generous praise for a rival + battalion. “Chesty-looking devils, eh?” he added as they drew near. “You + would think that Pipe Major owned at least half of Winnipeg.” + </p> + <p> + “And the big drummer the other half,” added Ethel. “Look at his sticks. + He's got a classy twirl, hasn't he?” + </p> + <p> + Gorgeous they were, their white spats flashing in time with their step, + their kilts swaying free over their tartan hose and naked knees, their + white tunics gleaming through the dusk of the evening, and over all the + tossing plumes of their great feather bonnets nodding rhythmically with + their swinging stride. + </p> + <p> + “Mighty glad we have not to fight those boys,” said Frank as the column + swung past into the armoury. + </p> + <p> + The crowd which on other occasions would have broken into enthusiastic + cheers to-night stood in silence while the Highlanders in all their + gorgeous splendour went past. That grave silence was characteristic of the + Winnipeg crowds those first days of war. Later they found voice. + </p> + <p> + “Now we can go in. Come right along,” said Smart. “Stand clear there, + boys. You can't go in unless you have an order.” + </p> + <p> + “We ar-r-e wantin' tae join,” said a Scotch voice. + </p> + <p> + “You are, eh? Come along then. Fall into line there.” The men immediately + dropped into line. “Ah, you have been there before, I see,” said Smart. + </p> + <p> + “Aye, ye'er-r-r right ther-r-re, sir-r-r,” answered the voice. + </p> + <p> + “You will be for the Kilties, boys?” said Frank. + </p> + <p> + “Aye. What else?” asked the same man in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “There is only one regiment for the Scotchman apparently,” said Frank, + leading the way to the door. “Just hold these men here until I see what's + doing, will you?” he said to the sentry as he passed in. “Now, then, young + ladies, step to your right and await me in that corner. I must see what's + to be done with these recruits. Then I shall find Kellerman for you.” + </p> + <p> + But he had no need to look for Kellerman, for before he returned the + little Jew had caught sight of the young ladies and had made his way to + them. + </p> + <p> + “Why, how splendid you look, Mr. Kellerman,” said Ethel. “I did not know + you were in the Ninetieth.” + </p> + <p> + “I wasn't until Friday.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to say you joined up to go away?” inquired Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “That's what,” said Kellerman. + </p> + <p> + “But you are—I mean—I do not see—” Ethel stopped in + confusion. + </p> + <p> + “What you mean, Miss Murray, is that you are surprised at a Jew joining a + military organisation,” said Kellerman with a quiet dignity quite new to + him. Formerly his normal condition was one of half defiant, half cringing + nervousness in the presence of ladies. To-night he carried himself with an + easy self-possession, and it was due to more than the uniform. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid you are right. It is horrid of me and I am awfully sorry,” + said Ethel, impulsively offering him her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Why did you join, Mr. Kellerman?” said Jane in her quiet voice. + </p> + <p> + “Why, I hardly know if I can tell you. I will, though,” he added with a + sudden impulse, “if you care to hear.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do tell us,” said Ethel. But Kellerman looked at Jane. + </p> + <p> + “If you care to tell, Mr. Kellerman,” she said. + </p> + <p> + The little Jew stood silent a few minutes, leaning upon his rifle and + looking down upon the ground. Then in a low, soft voice he began: “I was + born in Poland—German Poland. The first thing I remember is seeing + my mother kneeling, weeping and wringing her hands beside my father's dead + body outside the door of our little house in our village. He was a + student, a scholar, and a patriot.” Kellerman's voice took on a deeper and + firmer tone. “He stood for the Polish language in the schools. There was a + riot in our village. A German officer struck my father down and killed him + on the ground. My mother wiped the blood off his white face—I can + see that white face now—with her apron. She kept that apron; she has + it yet. We got somehow to London soon after that. The English people were + good to us. The German people are tyrants. They have no use for free + peoples.” The little Jew's words snapped through his teeth. “When war came + a week ago I could not sleep for two nights. On Friday I joined the + Ninetieth. That night I slept ten hours.” As he finished his story the lad + stood staring straight before him into the moving crowd. He had forgotten + the girls who with horror-stricken faces had been listening to him. He was + still seeing that white face smeared with blood. + </p> + <p> + “And your mother?” said Jane gently as she laid her hand upon his arm. + </p> + <p> + The boy started. “My mother? Oh, my mother, she went with me to the + recruiting office and saw me take the oath. She is satisfied now.” + </p> + <p> + For some moments the girls stood silent, unable to find their voices. Then + Jane said, her eyes glowing with a deep inner light, “Mr. Kellerman, I am + proud of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Miss Brown; it does me good to hear you say that. But you have + always been good to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And I want you to come and see me before you go,” said Jane as she gave + him her hand. “Now will you take us out through the crowd? We must get + along.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, Miss Brown. Just come with me.” With a fine, soldierly tread + the young Jew led them through the crowd and put them on their way. He did + not shake hands with them as he said good-bye, but gave them instead a + military salute, of which he was apparently distinctly proud. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me, Jane,” said Ethel, as they set off down the street, “am I awake? + Is that little Kellerman, the greasy little Jew whom we used to think such + a beast?” + </p> + <p> + “Isn't he splendid?” said Jane. “Poor little Kellerman! You know, Ethel, + he had not one girl friend in college? I am sorry now we were not better + to him.” + </p> + <p> + The streets were full of people walking hurriedly or gathered here and + there in groups, all with grave, solemn faces. In front of The Times + office a huge concourse stood before the bulletin boards reading the + latest despatches. These were ominous enough: “The Germans Still Battering + Liege Forts—Kaiser's Army Nearing Brussels—Four Millions of + Men Marching on France—Russia Hastening Her Mobilisation—Kitchener + Calls for One Hundred Thousand Men—Canada Will Send Expeditionary + Force of Twenty-five Thousand Men—Camp at Valcartier Nearly Ready—Parliament + Assembles Thursday.” Men read the bulletins and talked quietly to each + other. They had not yet reached clearness in their thinking as to how this + dread thing had fallen upon their country so far from the storm centre, so + remote in all vital relations. There was no cheering—the cheering + days came later—no ebullient emotion, but the tightening of lip and + jaw in their stern, set faces was a sufficient index of the tensity of + feeling. Canadians were thinking things out, thinking keenly and swiftly, + for in the atmosphere and actuality of war mental processes are carried on + at high pressure. + </p> + <p> + As the girls stood at the corner of Portage Avenue and Main waiting for a + crossing, an auto held up in the traffic drew close to their side. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Ethel! Won't you get in?” said a voice at their ear. + </p> + <p> + “Hello, Lloyd! Hello, Helen!” cried Ethel. “We will, most certainly. Are + you joying, or what?” + </p> + <p> + “Both,” said Lloyd Rushbrooke, who was at the wheel. “Helen wanted to see + the soldiers. She is interested in the Ninetieth but he wasn't there and I + am just taking her about.” + </p> + <p> + “We saw the Ninetieth and the Kilties too,” said Ethel. “Oh, they are + fine! Oh, Helen, whom do you think we saw in the Ninetieth? You will never + guess—Heinrich Kellerman.” + </p> + <p> + “Good Lord! That greasy little Sheeney?” exclaimed Rushbrooke. + </p> + <p> + “Look out, Lloyd. He's Jane's friend,” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + Lloyd laughed uproariously at the joke. “And you say the little Yid was in + the Ninetieth? Well, what is the Ninetieth coming to?” + </p> + <p> + “Lloyd, you mustn't say a word against Mr. Kellerman,” said Jane. “I think + he is a real man.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come, Jane. That little Hebrew Shyster? Why, he does not wash more + than once a year!” + </p> + <p> + “I don't care if he never washes at all. I won't have you speak of him + that way,” said Jane. “I mean it. He is a friend of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “And of mine, too,” said Ethel, “since to-night. Why, he gave me thrills + up in the armoury as he told us why he joined up.” + </p> + <p> + “One ten per, eh?” said Lloyd. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I tell him?” said Ethel. + </p> + <p> + “No, you will not,” said Jane decidedly. “Lloyd would not understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I say, Jane, don't spike a fellow like that. I am just joking.” + </p> + <p> + “I won't have you joke in that way about Mr. Kellerman, at least, not to + me.” Few of her college mates had ever seen Jane angry. They all + considered her the personification of even-tempered serenity. + </p> + <p> + “If you take it that way, of course I apologise,” said Lloyd. + </p> + <p> + “Now listen to me, Lloyd,” said Jane. “I am going to tell you why he + joined up.” And in tones thrilling with the intensity of her emotion and + finally breaking, she recounted Kellerman's story. “And that is why he is + going to the war, and I am proud of him,” she added. + </p> + <p> + “Splendid!” cried Helen Brookes. “You are in the Ninetieth, too, Lloyd, + aren't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Lloyd. “At least, I was. I have not gone much lately. I have + not had time for the military stuff, so I canned it.” + </p> + <p> + “And we saw Pat Scallons and Ted Tuttle in the Ninetieth, too, and Ramsay + Dunn—oh, he did look fine in his uniform—and Frank Smart—he + is going if he can,” said Ethel. “I wonder what his mother will do. He is + the only son, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if you ask me, I think that is rot. It is not right for Smart. + There are lots of fellows who can go,” said Lloyd in quite an angry tone. + “Why, they say they have nearly got the twenty-five thousand already.” + </p> + <p> + “My, I would like to be in the first twenty-five thousand if I were a + man,” said Ethel. “There is something fine in that. Wouldn't you, Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not a man,” said Jane shortly. + </p> + <p> + “Why the first twenty-five thousand?” said Lloyd. “Oh, that is just + sentimental rot. If a man was really needed, he would go; but if not, why + should he? There's no use getting rattled over this thing. Besides, + somebody's got to keep things going here. I think that is a fine British + motto that they have adopted in England, 'Business as usual.'” + </p> + <p> + “'Business as usual!'” exclaimed Jane in a tone of unutterable contempt. + “I think I must be going home, Lloyd,” she added. “Can you take me?” + </p> + <p> + “What's the rush, Jane? It is early yet. Let's take a turn out to the + Park.” + </p> + <p> + But Jane insisted on going home. Never before in all her life had she + found herself in a mood in which she could with difficulty control her + speech. She could not understand how it was that Lloyd Rushbrooke, whom + she had always greatly liked, should have become at once distasteful to + her. She could hardly bear the look upon his handsome face. His clever, + quick-witted fun, which she had formerly enjoyed, now grated horribly. Of + all the college boys in her particular set, none was more popular, none + better liked, than Lloyd Rushbrooke. Now she was mainly conscious of a + desire to escape from his company. This feeling distressed her. She wanted + to be alone that she might think it out. That was Jane's way. She always + knew her own mind, could always account for her emotions, because she was + intellectually honest and had sufficient fortitude to look facts in the + face. At the door she did not ask even her friend, Ethel, to come in with + her. Nor did she make excuse for omitting this courtesy. That, too, was + Jane's way. She was honest with her friends as with herself. She employed + none of the little fibbing subterfuges which polite manners approve and + which are employed to escape awkward situations, but which, of course, + deceive no one. She was simple, sincere, direct in her mental and moral + processes, and possessed a courage of the finest quality. Under ordinary + circumstances she would have cleared up her thinking and worked her soul + through the mist and stress of the rough weather by talking it over with + her father or by writing a letter to Larry. But during the days of the + past terrible week she had discovered that her father, too, was + tempest-tossed to an even greater degree than she was herself; and somehow + she had no heart to write to Larry. Indeed, she knew not what to say. Her + whole world was in confusion. + </p> + <p> + And in Winnipeg there were many like her. In every home, while faces + carried bold fronts, there was heart searching of the ultimate depths and + there was purging of souls. In every office, in every shop, men went about + their work resolute to keep minds sane, faces calm, and voices steady, but + haunted by a secret something which they refused to call fear—which + was not fear—but which as yet they were unwilling to acknowledge and + which they were unable to name. With every bulletin from across the sea + the uncertainty deepened. Every hour they waited for news of a great + victory for the fleet. The second day of the war a rumour of such a + victory had come across the wires and had raised hopes for a day which + next day were dashed to despair. One ray of light, thin but marvellously + bright, came from Belgium. For these six breathless days that gallant + little people had barred the way against the onrushing multitudes of + Germany's military hosts. The story of the defence of Liege was to the + Allies like a big drink of wine to a fainting man. But Belgium could not + last. And what of France? What France would do no man could say. It was + exceedingly doubtful whether there was in the French soul that enduring + quality, whether in the army or in the nation, that would be steadfast in + the face of disaster. The British navy was fit, thank God! But as to the + army, months must elapse before a British army of any size could be on the + fighting line. + </p> + <p> + Another agonising week passed and still there was no sure word of hope + from the Front. In Canada one strong, heartening note had been sounded. + The Canadian Parliament had met and with splendid unhesitating unanimity + had approved all the steps the Government had taken, had voted large sums + for the prosecution of the war, and had pledged Canada to the Empire to + the limit of her power. That fearless challenge flung out into the cloud + wrapped field of war was like a clear bugle call in the night. It rallied + and steadied the young nation, touched her pride, and breathed serene + resolve into the Canadian heart. Canadians of all classes drew a long, + deep breath of relief as they heard of the action of their Parliament. + Doubts, uncertainties vanished like morning mists blown by the prairie + breeze. They knew not as yet the magnitude of the task that lay before + them, but they knew that whatever it might be, they would not go back from + it. + </p> + <p> + At the end of the second week the last fort in Liege had fallen; Brussels, + too, was gone; Antwerp threatened. Belgium was lost. From Belgian villages + and towns were beginning to come those tales of unbelievable atrocities + that were to shock the world into horrified amazement. These tales read in + the Canadian papers clutched men's throats and gripped men's hearts as + with cruel fingers of steel. Canadians were beginning to see red. The + blood of Belgium's murdered victims was indeed to prove throughout Canada + and throughout the world the seed of mighty armies. + </p> + <p> + At the end of the second week Jane could refrain no longer. She wrote to + Larry. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <h3> + A NEUTRAL NATION + </h3> + <p> + The first days of the war were for Larry days of dazed bewilderment and of + ever-deepening misery. The thing which he had believed impossible had + come. That great people upon whose generous ideals and liberal Christian + culture he had grounded a sure hope of permanent peace had flung to the + winds all the wisdom, and all justice, and all the humanity which the + centuries had garnered for them, and, following the primal instincts of + the brute, had hurled forth upon the world ruthless war. Even the great + political party of the Social Democrats upon which he had relied to make + war impossible had without protest or division proclaimed enthusiastic + allegiance to the war programme of the Kaiser. The universities and the + churches, with their preachers and professors, had led the people in mad + acclaim of war. His whole thinking on the subject had been proved wrong. + Passionately he had hoped against hope that Britain would not allow + herself to enter the war, but apparently her struggle for peace had been + in vain. His first feeling was one of bitter disappointment and of + indignation with the great leaders of the British people who had allowed + themselves to become involved in a Mid-European quarrel. Sir Edward Grey's + calm, moderate—sub-moderate, indeed—exposition of the causes + which had forced Britain into war did much to cool his indignation, and + Bethmann-Hollweg's cynical explanation of the violation of Belgium's + neutrality went far to justify Britain's action consequent upon that + outraging of treaty faith. The deliberate initiation of the policy of + “frightfulness” which had heaped such unspeakable horrors upon the Belgian + people tore the veil from the face of German militarism and revealed in + its sheer brutality the ruthlessness and lawlessness of that monstrous + system. + </p> + <p> + From the day of Austria's ultimatum to Servia Larry began to read + everything he could find dealing with modern European history, and + especially German history. Day and night he studied with feverish + intensity the diplomacy and policies of the great powers of Europe till at + length he came to a somewhat clear understanding of the modern theory and + world policy of the German state which had made war inevitable. But, + though his study made it possible for him to relieve his country from the + charge of guilt in this war, his anxiety and his misery remained. For one + thing, he was oppressed with an overwhelming loneliness. He began to feel + that he was dwelling among an alien people. He had made many and close + friends during the months of his stay in Chicago. But while they were + quick to offer him sympathy in his anxiety and misery, he could not fail + to observe on every hand the obvious and necessary indications of the + neutral spirit. He could expect nothing else. In this conflict America had + decided that she was not immediately concerned and she was resolute to + remain unconcerned. A leading representative of the Chicago press urged + Americans to be careful not to “rock the boat.” The President of the + United States counselled his people “to keep calm” and to observe the + strictest neutrality. Larry discovered, too, an unconfessed, almost + unconscious desire in the heart of many an American, a relic of + Revolutionary days, to see England not destroyed or even seriously + disabled, but, say, “well trimmed.” It would do her good. There was, + beside, a large element in the city distinctly and definitely pro-German + and intensely hostile to Great Britain. On his way to the office one + afternoon Larry found himself held up by a long procession of young German + reservists singing with the utmost vigour and with an unmistakable note of + triumph the German national air, “Die Wacht Am Rhein,” and that newer song + which embodied German faith and German ambition, “Deutschland Uber Alles.” + When he arrived at the office that afternoon he was surprised to find that + he was unable to go on with his work for the trembling of his hands. In + the office he was utterly alone, for, however his friends there might take + pains to show extra kindness, he was conscious of complete isolation from + their life. Unconcerned, indifferent, coolly critical of the great + conflict in which his people were pouring out blood like water, they were + like spectators at a football match on the side lines willing to cheer + good play on either side and ready to acclaim the winner. + </p> + <p> + The Wakehams, though extremely careful to avoid a word or act that might + give him pain, naturally shared the general feeling of their people. For + them the war was only another of those constantly recurring European + scraps which were the inevitable result of the forms of government which + these nations insisted upon retaining. If peoples were determined to have + kings and emperors, what other could they expect but wars. France, of + course, was quite another thing. The sympathy of America with France was + deep, warm and sincere. America could not forget the gallant Lafayette. + Besides, France was the one European republic. As for Britain, the people + of Chicago were content to maintain a profoundly neutral calm, and to a + certain extent the Wakehams shared this feeling. + </p> + <p> + In Larry's immediate circle, however, there were two exceptions. One, + within the Wakeham family, was Elfie. Quick to note the signs of + wretchedness in him and quick to feel the attitude of neutrality assumed + by her family toward the war, the child, without stint and without + thought, gave him a love and a sympathy so warm, so passionate, that it + was to his heart like balm to an open wound. There was no neutrality about + Elfie. She was openly, furiously pro-Ally. The rights and wrongs of the + great world conflict were at first nothing to her. With Canada and the + Canadians she was madly in love, they were Larry's people and for Larry + she would have gladly given her life. Another exception to the general + state of feeling was that of Hugo Raeder. From the first Raeder was an + intense and confessed advocate of the cause of the Allies. From personal + observation he knew Germany well, and from wide reading he had come to + understand and appreciate the significance of her world policy. He + recognised in German autocracy and in German militarism and in German + ambition a menace to the liberties of Europe. He represented a large and + intellectually influential class of men in the city and throughout the + country generally. Graduates of the great universities, men high in the + leadership of the financial world, the editors of the great newspapers + almost to a man, magazine editors and magazine writers untinged by racial + or personal affinity with Germany, these were represented by Raeder, and + were strongly and enthusiastically in sympathy with the aims of the + Allies, and as the war advanced became increasingly eager to have their + country assume a definite stand on the side of those nations whom they + believed to be fighting for the liberties and rights of humanity. But + though these exceptions were a source of unspeakable comfort to him, Larry + carried day by day a growing sense of isolation and an increasing burden + of anxiety. + </p> + <p> + Then, too, there was the question of his duty. He had no clear conviction + as to what his duty was. With all his hatred and loathing of war, he had + come to the conviction that should he see it to be the right thing for + him, he would take his place in the fighting line. There appeared, + however, to be no great need for men in Canada just now. In response to + the call for twenty-five thousand men for the First Expeditionary Force, + nearly one hundred thousand had offered. And yet his country was at war; + his friends whether enlisted for the fighting line or in the civilian + ranks were under the burden. Should he not return to Canada and find some + way to help in the great cause? But again, on the other hand, his work + here was important, he had been treated with great consideration and + kindness, he had made a place for himself where he seemed to be needed. + The lack of clear vision of his duty added greatly to his distress. + </p> + <p> + A wire had informed him in the first days of the war that his + brother-in-law had gone to rejoin his old regiment in the Coldstream + Guards. A letter from Nora did not help much. “Jack has gone,” she wrote. + “We all felt he could do nothing else. Even poor, dear Mother agreed that + nothing else was possible. Kathleen amazes us all. The very day after the + awful news came, without a word from Jack, I found her getting his things + together. 'Are you going to let him go?' I asked her, perfectly amazed at + her coolness. 'Let me go?' said Jack, who was muddling about her. 'Let me + go? She would not let me stay. Would you, Kathleen?' 'No,' she said, 'I do + not think I would like you to stay, Jack.' And this is our pacifist, + Kathleen, mind you! How she came to see through this thing so rapidly I + don't know. But sooner than any of us Kathleen saw what the war was about + and that we must get in. She goes about her work quietly, cheerfully. She + has no illusions, and there is no bravado. Oh, Larry dear, I do not + believe I could do it. When she smiles at the dear wee man in her arms I + have to run away or I should howl. I must tell you about Duckworth. You + know what a dear he is. We have seen a good deal of him this year. He has + quite captivated Mother. Well, he had a letter from his father saying, 'I + am just about rejoining my regiment; your brother has enlisted; your + sister has gone to the Red Cross. We have given our house to the + Government for a hospital. Come home and join up.' What a man he must be! + The dear boy came to see us and, Larry, he wanted me. Oh, I wish I could + have said yes, but somehow I couldn't. Dear boy, I could only kiss him and + weep over him till he forgot himself in trying to comfort me. He went with + the Calgary boys. Hec Ross is off, too; and Angus Fraser is up and down + the country with kilt and pipes driving Scotchmen mad to be at the war. + He's going, too, although what his old mother will do without him I do not + know. But she will hear of nothing less. Only four weeks of this war and + it seems like a year. Switzer has gone, you know, the wicked devil. If it + had not been for Sam, who had been working around the mine, the whole + thing would have been blown up with dynamite. Sam discovered the thing in + time. The Germans have all quit work. Thank God for that. So the mine is + not doing much. Mother is worried about the war, I can see, thinking + things through.” + </p> + <p> + A letter from Jane helped him some. It was very unlike Jane and evidently + written under the stress of strong emotion. She gave him full notes of the + Reverend Andrew McPherson's sermons, which she appeared to set great store + by. The rapid progress of recruiting filled her with delight. It grieved + her to think that her friends were going to the war, but that grief was as + nothing compared to the grief and indignation against those who seemed to + treat the war lightly. She gave a page of enthusiastic appreciation to + Kellerman. Another page she devoted to an unsuccessful attempt to repress + her furious contempt for Lloyd Rushbrooke, who talked largely and coolly + about the need of keeping sane. The ranks of the first contingent were all + filled up. She knew there were two million Canadians in the United States + who if they were needed would flock back home. They were not needed yet, + and so it would be very foolish for them to leave good positions in the + meantime. + </p> + <p> + Larry read the last sentence with a smile. “Dear old Jane,” he said to + himself. “She wants to help me out; and, by George, she does.” Somehow + Jane's letter brought healing to his lacerated nerves and heart, and + steadied him to bear the disastrous reports of the steady drive of the + enemy towards Paris that were released by the censor during the last days + of that dreadful August. With each day of that appalling retreat Larry's + agony deepened. The reports were vague, but one thing was clear—the + drive was going relentlessly forward, and the French and the British + armies alike were powerless to stay the overwhelming torrent. The check at + the Marne lifted the gloom a bit. But the reports of that great fight were + meagre and as yet no one had been able to estimate the full significance + of that mighty victory for the Allied armies, nor the part played therein + by the gallant and glorious little army that constituted the British + Expeditionary Force. + </p> + <p> + Blacker days came in late September, when the news arrived of the disaster + to the Aboukir and her sister ships, and a month later of the destruction + of the Good Hope and the Monmouth in the South Pacific sea fight. On that + dreadful morning on his way downtown he purchased a paper. After the first + glance he crushed the paper together till he reached his office, where he + sat with the paper spread out before him on his desk, staring at the + headlines, unable to see, unable to think, able only to suffer. In the + midst of his misery Professor Schaefer passed through the office on his + way to consult with Mr. Wakeham and threw him a smile of cheery triumph. + It was a way Schaefer had these days. The very sight of him was enough to + stir Larry to a kind of frenzied madness. This morning the German's smile + was the filling up of his cup of misery. He stuffed the paper into his + desk, took up his pen and began to make figures on his pad, gnawing his + lips the while. + </p> + <p> + An hour later Hugo Raeder came in with a message for him. Raeder after one + look at his face took Larry away with him, sick with rage and fear, in his + car, and for an hour and a half drove through the Park at a rate that + defied the traffic regulations, talking the while in quiet, hopeful tones + of the prospects of the Allies, of the marvellous recovery of the French + and British armies on the Marne and of the splendid Russian victories. He + touched lightly upon the recent naval disaster, which was entirely due to + the longer range of the enemy's guns and to a few extraordinarily lucky + shots. The clear, crisp air, the swift motion, the bright sun, above all + the deep, kindly sympathy of this strong, clear-thinking man beside him, + brought back to Larry his courage if not his cheer. As they were nearly + back to the office again, he ventured his first observation, for + throughout the drive he had confined his speech to monosyllabic answers to + Raeder's stream of talk. + </p> + <p> + “In spite of it all, I believe the navy is all right,” he said, with + savage emphasis. + </p> + <p> + “My dear chap,” exclaimed Raeder, “did you ever doubt it? Did you read the + account of the fight?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Larry, “only the headlines.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you did not see that the British ships were distinctly outclassed in + guns both as to range and as to weight. Nothing can prevent disaster in + such a case. It was a bit of British stupidity to send those old cruisers + on such an expedition. The British navy is all right. If not, then God + help America.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, old chap,” said Larry as they stepped out of the car, “you have done + me a mighty good turn this morning, and I will not forget it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is all right,” said Raeder. “We have got to stand together in + this thing, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Stand together?” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, stand together. Don't you forget it. We are with you in this. Deep + down in the heart America is utterly sound; she knows that the cause of + the Allies is the cause of justice and humanity. America has no use for + either brutal tyranny or slimy treachery. The real American heart is with + you now, and her fighting army will yet be at your side.” + </p> + <p> + These sentiments were so unusual in his environment that Larry gazed at + him in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “That is God's truth,” said Raeder. “Take a vote of the college men + to-day, of the big business men, of the big newspaper men—these + control the thinking and the acting of America—and you will find, + ninety per cent. of these pro-Ally. Just be patient and give the rest of + us time. Americans will not stand for the bully,” added Raeder, putting + his hand on Larry's shoulder. “You hear me, my boy. Now I am going in to + see the boss. He thinks the same way, too, but he does not say much out + loud.” + </p> + <p> + New hope and courage came into Larry's heart as he listened to the + pronouncement of this clear-headed, virile young American. Oh, if America + would only say out loud what Raeder had been saying, how it would tone up + the spirit of the Allies! A moral vindication of their cause from America + would be worth many an army corps. + </p> + <p> + The morning brought him another and unexpected breeze of cheer in the + person of Dean Wakeham straight from Alberta and the Lakeside Farm. A + little before lunch he walked in upon Larry, who was driving himself to + his work that he might forget. It was a veritable breath from home for + Larry, for Dean was one who carried not only news but atmosphere as well. + He was a great, warm-hearted boy, packed with human energies of body, + heart and soul. + </p> + <p> + “Wait till I say good-morning to father,” he said after he had shaken + hands warmly with Larry. “I will be back then in a minute or two.” + </p> + <p> + But in a few minutes Mr. Wakeham appeared and called Larry to him. “Come + in, boy, and hear the news,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Larry went in and found Dean in the full tide of a torrential outpouring + of passionate and enthusiastic, at times incoherent, tales of the + Canadians, of their spirit, of their sacrifice and devotion in their hour + of tragedy. + </p> + <p> + “Go on, Dean,” said Raeder, who was listening with face and eyes aglow. + </p> + <p> + “Go on? I cannot stop. Never have I come up against anything like what is + going on over there in Canada. Not in one spot, either, but everywhere; + not in one home, but in every home; not in one class, but in every class. + In Calgary during the recruiting I saw a mob of men in from the ranches, + from the C. P. R. shops, from the mines, from the offices, fighting mad to + get their names down. My God! I had to go away or I would have had mine in + too. The women, too, are all the same. No man is getting under his wife's + skirts. You know old Mrs. Ross, Larry, an old Scotch woman up there with + four sons. Well, her eldest son could not wait for the Canadian + contingent, but went off with Jack Romayne and joined the Black Watch. He + was in that Le Cateau fight. Oh, why don't these stupid British tell the + people something about that great fighting retreat from Mons to the Marne? + Well, at Le Cateau poor Hec Ross in a glorious charge got his. His Colonel + wrote the old lady about it. I never saw such a letter; there never was + one like it. I motored Mrs. Gwynne, your mother, Larry, over to see her. + Say, men, to see those two women and to hear them! There were no tears, + but a kind of exaltation. Your mother, Larry, is as bad, as good, I mean, + as any of them now. I heard that old Scotch woman say to your mother in + that Scotch voice of hers, 'Misthress Gwynne, I dinna grudge my boy. I + wouldna hae him back.' Her youngest son is off with the Canadians. As she + said good-bye to us I heard her say to your mother, 'I hae gi'en twa sons, + Misthress Gwynne, an' if they're wanted, there's twa mair.' My God! I + found myself blubbering like a child. It sounds all mad and furious, but + believe me, there is not much noise, no hurrahing. They know they are up + against a deadly serious business, and that is getting clearer every + minute. Did you see that the Government had offered one hundred and fifty + thousand men now, and more if wanted? And all classes are the same. That + little Welch preacher at Wolf Willow—Rhye, his name is, isn't it? By + George, you should hear him flaming in the pulpit. He's the limit. There + won't be a man in that parish will dare hold back. He will just have to go + to war or quit the church. And it is the same all over. The churches are a + mighty force in Canada, you know, even a political force. I have been + going to church every Sunday, Father, this last year. Believe me, God is + some real Person to those people, and I want to tell you He has become + real to me too.” As Dean said this he glanced half defiantly at his father + as if expecting a challenge. + </p> + <p> + But his father only cleared his throat and said, “All right, my boy. We + won't do anything but gladly agree with you there. And God may come to be + more real to us all before we are through with this thing. Go on.” + </p> + <p> + “Let's see, what was I talking about?” + </p> + <p> + “Churches.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, in Calgary, on my way down this time, the Archdeacon preached a + sermon that simply sent thrills down my spine. In Winnipeg I went with the + Murrays to church and heard a clergyman, McPherson, preach. The soldiers + were there. Great Caesar! No wonder Winnipeg is sending out thousands of + her best men. He was like an ancient Hebrew prophet, Peter the Hermit and + Billy Sunday all rolled into one. Yet there was no noisy drum pounding and + no silly flag flapping. Say, let me tell you something. I said there was a + battalion of soldiers in church that day. The congregation were going to + take Holy Communion. You know the Scotch way. They all sit in their pews + and you know they are fearfully strict about their Communion, have rules + and regulations and so on about it. Well, that old boy McPherson just + leaned over his pulpit and told the boys what the thing stood for, that it + was just like swearing in, and he told them that he would just throw the + rules aside and man to man would ask them to join up with God. Say, that + old chap got my goat. The boys just naturally stayed to Communion and I + stayed too. I was not fit, I know, but I do not think it did me any harm.” + At this point the boy's voice broke up and there was silence for some + moments in the office. Larry had his face covered with his hands to hide + the tears that were streaming down. Dean's father was openly wiping his + eyes, Raeder looking stern and straight in front of him. + </p> + <p> + “Father,” said Dean suddenly, “I want to give you warning right now. If it + ever comes that Canada is in need of men, I am not going to hold back. I + could not do it and stay in the country. I am an American, heart, body and + soul, but I would count myself meaner than a polecat if I declined to line + up with that bunch of Canadians.” + </p> + <p> + “Think well, my boy,” said his father. “Think well. I have only one son, + but I will never stand between you and your duty or your honour. Now we go + to lunch. Where shall we go?” + </p> + <p> + “With me, at the University Club, all of you,” said Raeder. + </p> + <p> + “No, with me,” said Mr. Wakeham. “I will put up the fatted calf, for this + my son is home again. Eh, my boy?” + </p> + <p> + During the lunch hour try as they would they could not get away from the + war. Dean was so completely obsessed with the subject that he could not + divert his mind to anything else for any length of time. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot help it,” he said at length. “All my switches run the same way.” + </p> + <p> + They had almost finished when Professor Schaefer came into the dining + hall, spied them and hastened over to them. + </p> + <p> + “Here's this German beast,” said Dean. + </p> + <p> + “Steady, Dean. We do business with him,” said his father. + </p> + <p> + “All right, Father,” replied the boy. + </p> + <p> + The Professor drew in a chair and sat down. He only wanted a light lunch + and if they would allow him he would break in just where they were. He was + full of excitement over the German successes on sea and on land. + </p> + <p> + “On land?” said Raeder. “Well, I should not radiate too freely about their + land successes. What about the Marne?” + </p> + <p> + “The Marne!” said Schaefer in hot contempt. “The Marne—strategy—strategy, + my dear sir. But wait. Wait a few days. If we could only get that boasted + British navy to venture out from their holes, then the war would be over. + Mark what happens in the Pacific. Scientific gunnery, three salvos, two + hundred minutes from the first gun. It is all over. Two British ships sunk + to the bottom. That is the German way. They would force war upon Germany. + Now they have it. In spite of all the Kaiser's peace efforts, they drove + Germany into the war.” + </p> + <p> + “The Kaiser!” exclaimed Larry, unable any longer to contain his fury. “The + Kaiser's peace efforts! The only efforts that the Kaiser has made for the + last few years are efforts to bully Europe into submission to his will. + The great peace-maker of Europe of this and of the last century was not + the Kaiser, but King Edward VII. All the world knows that.” + </p> + <p> + “King Edward VII!” sputtered Schaefer in a fury of contempt. “King Edward + VII a peacemaker! A ——!” calling him a vile name. “And his son + is like him!” + </p> + <p> + The foul word was like a flame to powder with Larry. His hand closed upon + his glass of water. “You are a liar,” he said, leaning over and thrusting + his face close up to the German. “You are a slanderous liar.” He flung his + glass of water full into Schaefer's face, sprang quickly to his feet, and + as the German rose, swung with his open hand and struck hard upon the + German's face, first on one cheek and then on the other. + </p> + <p> + With a roar Schaefer flung himself at him, but Larry in a cold fury was + waiting for him. With a stiff, full-armed blow, which carried the whole + weight of his body, he caught him on the chin. The professor was lifted + clear over his chair. Crashing back upon the floor, he lay there still. + </p> + <p> + “Good boy, Larry,” shouted Dean. “Great God! You did something that time.” + </p> + <p> + Silent, white, cold, rigid, Larry stood waiting. More than any of them he + was amazed at what he had done. Some friends of the Professor rushed + toward them. + </p> + <p> + “Stand clear, gentlemen,” said Raeder. “We are perfectly able to handle + this. This man offered my friend a deadly insult. My friend simply + anticipated what I myself would gladly have done. Let me say this to you, + gentlemen, for some time he and those of his kind have made themselves + offensive. Every man is entitled to his opinion, but I have made up my + mind that if any German insults my friends the Allies in my presence, I + shall treat him as this man has been treated.” + </p> + <p> + There was no more of it. Schaefer's friends after reviving him led him + off. As they passed out of the dining hall Larry and his friends were held + up by a score or more of men who crowded around him with warm thanks and + congratulations. The affair was kept out of the press, but the news of it + spread to the limits of clubland. The following day Raeder thought it best + that they should lunch again together at the University Club. The great + dining-room was full. As Raeder and his company entered there was first a + silence, then a quick hum of voices, and finally applause, which grew in + volume till it broke into a ringing cheer. There was no longer any doubt + as to where the sympathy of the men of the University Club, at least, lay + in this world conflict. + </p> + <p> + Two days later a telegram was placed upon Larry's desk. Opening it, he + read, “Word just received Jack Romayne killed in action.” Larry carried + the telegram quietly into the inner office and laid it upon his chief's + desk. + </p> + <p> + “I can stand this no longer, sir,” he said in a quiet voice. “I wish you + to release me. I must return to Canada. I am going to the war.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, my boy,” said Mr. Wakeham. “I know you have thought it over. I + feel you could not do otherwise. I, too, have been thinking, and I wish to + say that your place will await you here and your salary will go on so long + as you are at the war. No! not a word! There is not much we Americans can + do as yet, but I shall count it a privilege as an American sympathising + with the Allies in their great cause to do this much at least. And you + need not worry about that coal mine. Dean has been telling me about it. We + will see it through.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <h3> + THE MAJOR AND THE MAJOR'S WIFE + </h3> + <p> + When Larry went to take farewell of the Wakehams he found Rowena with Hugo + Raeder in the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + “You are glad to leave us,” said Rowena, in a tone of reproach. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Larry, “sorry. You have been too good to me.” + </p> + <p> + “You are glad to go to war?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I hate the war. I am not a soldier, but, thank God, I see my duty, + and I am going to have a go at it.” + </p> + <p> + “Right you are,” said Hugo. “What else could any man do when his country + is at war?” + </p> + <p> + “But I hate to go,” said Larry, “and I hate this business of saying + good-bye. You have all been so good to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It was easy,” said Rowena. “Do you know I was on the way to fall in love + with you? Hugo here and Jane saved me. Oh, I mean it,” she added, flushing + as she laughed. + </p> + <p> + “Jane!” exclaimed Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane. Oh, you men are so stupid,” said Rowena. “And Hugo helped me + out, too,” she added, with a shy glance at him. + </p> + <p> + Larry looked from one to the other, then rushed to Hugo. “Oh, you lucky + beggar! You two lucky beggars! Oh, joy, glory, triumph! Could anything be + finer in the wide world?” cried Larry, giving a hand to each. + </p> + <p> + “And, Larry, don't be a fool,” said Rowena. “Try to understand your dear, + foolish heart, and don't break your own or any one's else.” + </p> + <p> + Larry gazed at her in astonishment and then at Hugo, who nodded wisely at + him. + </p> + <p> + “She is quite right, Larry. I want to see that young lady Jane. She must + be quite unique. I owe her something.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, then,” said Larry. “I have already seen your mother. Good-bye, + you dear things. God give you everything good. He has already given you + almost the best.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-bye, you dear boy,” said Rowena. “I have wanted to kiss you many a + time, but didn't dare. But now—you are going to the war”—there + was a little break in her voice—“where men die. Good-bye, Larry, + dear boy, good-bye.” She put her arms about him. “And don't keep Jane + waiting,” she whispered in his ear. + </p> + <p> + “If I were a German, Larry,” said Hugo, giving him both hands, “I would + kiss you too, old boy, but being plain American, I can only say good luck. + God bless you.” + </p> + <p> + “You will find Elfie in her room,” said Rowena. “She refuses to say + good-bye where any one can see her. She is not going to weep. Soldiers' + women do not weep, she says. Poor kid!” + </p> + <p> + Larry found Elfie in her room, with high lights as of fever on her cheeks + and eyes glittering. + </p> + <p> + “I am not going to cry,” she said between her teeth. “You need not be + afraid, Larry. I am going to be like the Canadian women.” + </p> + <p> + Larry took the child in his arms, every muscle and every nerve in her + slight body taut as a fiddle-string. He smoothed her hair gently and began + to talk quietly with her. + </p> + <p> + “What good times we have had!” he said. “I remember well the very first + night I saw you. Do you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” she breathed, “don't speak of it, or I can't hold in.” + </p> + <p> + “Elfie,” said Larry, “our Canadian women when they are seeing their men + off at the station do not cry; they smile and wave their hands. That is, + many of them do. But in their own rooms, like this, they cry as much as + they like.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry, Larry,” cried the child, flinging herself upon him. “Let me + cry, then. I can't hold in any longer.” + </p> + <p> + “Neither can I, little girl. See, Elfie, there is no use trying not to, + and I am not ashamed of it, either,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + The pent-up emotion broke forth in a storm of sobbing and tears that shook + the slight body as the tempest shakes the sapling. Larry, holding her in + his arms, talked to her about the good days they had had together. + </p> + <p> + “And isn't it fine to think that we have those forever, and, whenever we + want to, we can bring them back again? And I want you to remember, Elfie, + that when I was very lonely and homesick here you were the one that helped + me most.” + </p> + <p> + “And you, Larry, oh, what you did for me!” said the child. “I was so sick + and miserable and bad and cross and hateful.” + </p> + <p> + “That was just because you were not fit,” said Larry. “But now you are fit + and fine and strong and patient, and you will always be so. Remember it is + a soldier's duty to keep fit.” Elfie nodded. “And I want you to send me + socks and a lot of things when I get over there. I shall write you all + about it, and you will write me. Won't you?” Again Elfie nodded. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you let me cry,” she said. “I was so hot and sore here,” and + she laid her hands upon her throat. “And I am glad you cried too, Larry; + and I won't cry before people, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “That is right. There are going to be too many sad people about for us to + go crying and making them feel worse,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “But I will say good-bye here, Larry. I could go to the train, but then I + might not quite smile.” + </p> + <p> + But when the train pulled out that night the last face that Larry saw of + all his warm-hearted American friends was that of the little girl, who + stood alone at the end of the platform, waving both her hands wildly over + her head, her pale face effulgent with a glorious smile, through which the + tears ran unheeded down her cheeks like rain on a sunny day. And on + Larry's face, as he turned away, there was the same gleam of sunshine and + of rain. + </p> + <p> + “This farewell business is something too fierce,” he said to himself + savagely, thinking with a sinking heart of the little group at Wolf Willow + in the West to whom he must say farewell, and of the one he must leave + behind in Winnipeg. “How do these women send their husbands off and their + sons? God knows, it is beyond me.” + </p> + <p> + Throughout the train journey to Calgary his mind was chiefly occupied with + the thought of the parting that awaited him. But when he reached his + destination he found himself so overwhelmed with the rush of preparation + and with the strenuous daily grind of training that he had no time nor + energy left for anything but his work. A change, too, was coming swiftly + over the heart of Canada and over his own heart. The tales of Belgian + atrocities, at first rejected as impossible, but afterwards confirmed by + the Bryce Commission and by many private letters, kindled in Canadian + hearts a passion of furious longing to wipe from the face of the earth a + system that produced such horrors. Women who, with instincts native of + their kind, had at the first sought how they might with honour keep back + their men from the perils of war, now in their compassion for women thus + relentlessly outraged and for their tender babes pitilessly mangled, + consulted chiefly how they might best fit their men for the high and holy + mission of justice for the wronged and protection for the helpless. It was + this that wrought in Larry a fury of devotion to his duty. Night and day + he gave himself to his training with his concentrated powers of body, mind + and soul, till he stood head and shoulders above the members of the + Officers' Training Corps at Calgary. + </p> + <p> + After six weeks of strenuous grind Larry was ordered to report to his + battalion at Wolf Willow. A new world awaited him there, a world recreated + by the mysterious alchemy of war, a world in which men and women moved + amid high ideals and lofty purposes, a world where the dominant note was + sacrifice and the regnant motive duty. + </p> + <p> + Nora met him at the station in her own car, which, in view of her activity + in connection with the mine where her father was now manager, the + directors had placed at her disposal. + </p> + <p> + “How big and fine you look, Larry! You must be pounds heavier,” she cried, + viewing him from afar. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty pounds, and hard as hickory. Never so fit in my life,” replied her + brother, who was indeed a picture of splendid and vigorous health. + </p> + <p> + “You are perfectly astonishing. But everything is astonishing these days. + Why, even father, till he broke his leg—” + </p> + <p> + “Broke his leg?” + </p> + <p> + “There was no use worrying you about it. A week ago, while he was + pottering about the mine, he slipped down a ladder and broke his leg. He + will probably stay where he belongs now—in the office. But father is + as splendid as any one could well be. He has gripped that mine business + hard, and even Switzer in his palmiest days could not get better results. + He has quite an extraordinary way with the men, and that is something + these days, when men are almost impossible to get.” + </p> + <p> + “And mother?” enquired Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Mother is equally surprising. But you will see for yourself. And dear old + Kathleen. She is at it day and night. They made her President of the + Women's War Association, and she is—Well, it is quite beyond words. + I can't talk about it, that's all.” Nora's voice grew unsteady and she + took refuge in silence. After a few moments she went on: “And she has had + the most beautiful letter from Jack's colonel. It was on the Big Retreat + from Mons that he was killed at the great fight at Landrecies. You know + about that, Larry?” + </p> + <p> + “No, never heard anything; I know really nothing of that retreat,” said + Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we have had letters about it. It must have been great. Oh, it will + be a glorious tale some day. They began the fight, only seventy-five + thousand of the British—think of it! with two hundred guns against + four hundred thousand Germans with six hundred guns. They began the fight + on a Saturday. The French on both their flanks gave way. One army on each + flank trying to hem them in and an army in front pounding the life out of + them. They fought all Saturday. They began the retreat on Saturday night, + fought again Sunday, marched Sunday night, they fought Monday and marched + Monday night, fought Tuesday, and marched Tuesday night. The letter said + they staggered down the roads like drunken men. Wednesday, dead beat, they + fought again—and against ever fresh masses of men, remember. + Wednesday night one corps came to Landrecies. At half-past nine they were + all asleep in billets. At ten o'clock a perfectly fresh army of the enemy, + field guns backing them up behind, machine guns in front, bore down the + streets into the village. But those wonderful Coldstreams and Grenadiers + and Highlanders just filled the streets and every man for himself poured + in rifle fire, and every machine gun fired into the enemy masses, smashed + the attack and then they went at them with the bayonet and flung them + back. Again and again throughout the night this thing was repeated until + the Germans drew off, leaving five hundred dead before the village and in + its streets. It was in the last bayonet charge, when leading his men, that + Jack was killed.” + </p> + <p> + “My God!” cried Larry. “What a great death!” + </p> + <p> + “And so Kathleen goes about with her head high and Sybil, too,—Mrs. + Waring-Gaunt, you know,” continued Nora, “she is just like the others. She + never thinks of herself and her two little kids who are going to be left + behind but she is busy getting her husband ready and helping to outfit his + men, as all the women are, with socks and mits and all the rest of it. + Before Tom made up his mind to raise the battalion they were both + wretched, but now they are both cheery as crickets with a kind of exalted + cheeriness that makes one feel like hugging the dear things. And, Larry, + there won't be a man left in this whole country if the war keeps on except + old McTavish, who is furious because they won't take him and who declares + he is going on his own. Poor Mr. Rhye is feeling so badly. He was rejected—heart + trouble, though I think he is more likely to injure himself here preaching + as he does than at the war.” + </p> + <p> + “And yourself, Nora? Carrying the whole load, I suppose,—ranch, and + now this mine. You are getting thin, I see.” + </p> + <p> + “No fear,” said Nora. “Joe is really doing awfully well on the ranch. He + practically takes charge. By the way, Sam has enlisted. He says he is + going to stick to you. He is going to be your batman. And as for the mine, + since father's accident Mr. Wakeham has been very kind. If he were not an + American he would have enlisted before this.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! he would, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “He would, or he would not be coming about Lakeside Farm.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he does come about?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes,” said Nora with an exaggerated air of indifference. “He would be + rather a nuisance if he were not so awfully useful and so jolly. After + all, I do not see what we should have done without him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, a good man is Dean.” + </p> + <p> + “I had a letter from Jane this week,” continued Nora, changing the subject + abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “I have not heard for two weeks,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Then you have not heard about Scuddy. Poor Scuddy! But why say 'poor' + Scuddy? He was doing his duty. It was a patrol party. He was scouting and + ran into an enemy patrol and was instantly killed. The poor girl, Helen + Brookes, I think it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Helen Brookes!” exclaimed Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane says you knew her. She was engaged to Scuddy. And Scallons is + gone too.” + </p> + <p> + “Scallons!” + </p> + <p> + “And Smart, Frank Smart.” + </p> + <p> + “Frank Smart! Oh! his poor mother! My God, this war is awful and grows + more awful every day.” + </p> + <p> + “Jane says Mrs. Smart is at every meeting of the Women's Association, + quiet and steady, just like our Kathleen. Oh, Larry, how can they do it? + If my husband—if I had one—were killed I could not, I just + could not, bear it.” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy, little girl, you would measure up like the others. This is a + damnable business, but we never knew our women till now. But the sooner + that cursed race is wiped off the face of the earth the better.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Larry, is that you? I cannot believe my ears.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is me. I have come to see that there is no possibility of peace + or sanity for the world till that race of mad militarists is destroyed. I + am still a pacifist, but, thank God, no longer a fool. Is there no other + news from Jane?” + </p> + <p> + “Did you hear about Ramsay Dunn? Oh, he did splendidly. He was wounded; + got a cross or something.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you know that Mr. Murray had organised a battalion and is + Lieutenant-Colonel and that Doctor Brown is organising a Field Ambulance + unit and going out in command?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is settled, is it? Jane told me it was possible.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and perhaps Jane and Ethel Murray will go with the Ambulance Unit. + Oh, Larry, is there any way I might go? I could do so much—drive a + car, an ambulance, wash, scrub, carry despatches, anything.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove, you would be a good one!” exclaimed her brother. “I would like + to have you in my company.” + </p> + <p> + “Couldn't it be worked in any possible way?” cried Nora. + </p> + <p> + But Larry made no reply. He knew well that no reply was needed. What was + her duty this splendid girl would do, whether in Flanders or in Alberta. + </p> + <p> + At the door of their home the mother met them. As her eyes fell upon her + son in his khaki uniform she gave a little cry and ran to him with arms + uplifted. + </p> + <p> + “Come right in here,” she whispered, and took him to the inner room. There + she drew him to the bedside and down upon his knees. With their arms about + each other they knelt, mingling tears and sobs together till their + strength was done. Then through the sobs the boy heard her voice. “You + gave him to me,” he heard her whisper, not in her ordinary manner of + reverent formal prayer, but as if remonstrating with a friend. “You know + you gave him to me and I gave him back.—I know he is not mine.—But + won't you let me have him for a little while?—It will not be so very + long.—Yes, yes, I know.—I am not holding him back.—No, + no, I could not, I would not do that.—Oh, I would not.—What am + I better than the others?—But you will give him back to me again.—There + are so many never coming back, and I have only one boy.—You will let + him come back.—He is my baby boy.—It is his mother asking.” + </p> + <p> + Larry could bear it no longer. “Oh, mother, mother, mother,” he cried. + “You are breaking my heart. You are breaking my heart.” His sobs were + shaking the bed on which he leaned. + </p> + <p> + His mother lifted her head. “What is it, Lawrence, my boy?” she asked in + surprise. “What is it?” Her voice was calm and steady. “We must be + steadfast, my boy. We must not grudge our offering. No, with willing + hearts we must bring our sacrifice.” She passed into prayer. “Thou, who + didst give Thy Son, Thine only Son, to save Thy world, aid me to give mine + to save our world to-day. Let the vision of the Cross make us both strong. + Thou Cross-bearer, help us to bear our cross.” With a voice that never + faltered, she poured forth her prayer of sacrifice, of thanksgiving, of + supplication, till serene, steady, triumphant, they arose from their + knees. She was heard “in that she feared,” in her surrender she found + victory, in her cross, peace. And that serene calm of hers remained + undisturbed to the very last. + </p> + <p> + There were tears again at the parting, but the tears fell gently, and + through them shone ever her smile. + </p> + <p> + A few short days Larry spent at his home moving about among those that + were dearer to him than his own life, wondering the while at their courage + and patience and power to sacrifice. In his father he seemed to discover a + new man, so concentrated was he in his devotion to business, and so wise, + his only regret being that he could not don the king's uniform. With + Kathleen he spent many hours. Not once throughout all these days did she + falter in her steady, calm endurance, and in her patient devotion to duty. + Without tears, without a word of repining against her cruel fate, with + hardly a suggestion, indeed, of her irreparable loss, she talked to him of + her husband and of his glorious death. + </p> + <p> + After two months an unexpected order called the battalion on twenty-four + hours' notice for immediate service over seas, and amid the cheers of + hundreds of their friends and fellow citizens, although women being in the + majority, the cheering was not of the best, they steamed out of Melville + Station. There were tears and faces white with heartache, but these only + after the last cheer had been flung upon the empty siding out of which the + cars of the troop-train had passed. The tears and the white faces are for + that immortal and glorious Army of the Base, whose finer courage and more + heroic endurance make victory possible to the army of the Fighting First + Line. + </p> + <p> + At Winnipeg the train was halted for a day and a night, where the + battalion ENJOYED the hospitality of the city which never tires of + welcoming and speeding on the various contingents of citizen soldiers of + the West en route for the Front. There was a dinner and entertainment for + the men. For Larry, because he was Acting Adjutant, there was no respite + from duty through all the afternoon until the men had been safely disposed + in the care of those who were to act as their hosts at dinner. Then the + Colonel took him off to Jane and her father, who were waiting with their + car to take them home. + </p> + <p> + “My! but you do look fine in your uniform,” said Jane, “and so strong, and + so big; you have actually grown taller, I believe.” Her eyes were fairly + standing out with pride and joy. + </p> + <p> + “Not much difference north and south,” said Larry, “but east and west, + considerable. And you, Jane, you are looking better than ever. Whatever + has happened to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Hard work,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + “I hear you are in the Big Business up to your neck,” said Larry. “There + is so much to do, I can well believe it. And so your father is going? How + splendid of him!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, every one is doing what he can do best. Father will do the ambulance + well.” + </p> + <p> + “And I hear you are going too.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know about that,” said Jane. “Isn't it awfully hard to tell just + what to do? I should love to go, but that is the very reason I wonder + whether I should. There is so much to do here, and there will be more and + more as we go on, so many families to look after, so much work to keep + going; work for soldiers, you know, and for their wives and children, and + collecting money. And it is all so easy to do, for every one is eager to + do what he can. I never knew people could be so splendid, Larry, and + especially those who have lost some one. There is Mrs. Smart, for + instance, and poor Scallan's mother, and Scuddy's.” + </p> + <p> + “Jane,” said Larry abruptly, “I must see Helen. Can we go at once when we + take the others home?” + </p> + <p> + “I will take you,” said Jane. “I am glad you can go. Oh, she is lovely, + and so sweet, and so brave.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving the Colonel in Dr. Brown's care, they drove to the home of Helen + Brookes. + </p> + <p> + “I dread seeing her,” said Larry, as they approached the house. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you need not dread that,” said Jane. + </p> + <p> + And after one look at Helen's face Larry knew that Jane was right. The + bright colour in the face, the proud carriage of the head, the saucy look + in the eye, once so characteristic of the “beauty queen” of the 'Varsity, + were all gone. But the face was no less beautiful, the head carried no + less proudly, the eye no less bright. There was no shrinking in her + conversation from the tragic fact of her lover's death. She spoke quite + freely of Scuddy's work in the battalion, of his place with the men and of + how they loved him, and all with a fine, high pride in him. + </p> + <p> + “The officers, from the Colonel down, have been so good to me,” she said. + “They have told me so many things about Harry. And the Sergeants and the + Corporals, every one in his company, have written me. They are beautiful + letters. They make me laugh and cry, but I love them. Dear boys, how I + love them, and how I love to work for them!” She showed Larry a thick + bundle of letters. “And they all say he was so jolly. I like that, for you + know, being a Y. M. C. A. man in college and always keen about that sort + of thing—I am afraid I did not help him much in that way—he + was not so fearfully jolly. But now I am glad he was that kind of a man, a + good man, I mean, in the best way, and that he was always jolly. One boy + says, 'He always bucked me up to do my best,' and another, a Sergeant, + says, 'He put the fear of God into the slackers,' and the Colonel says, + 'He was a moral tonic in the mess,' and his chum officer said, 'He kept us + all jolly and clean.' I love that. So you see I simply have to buck up and + be jolly too.” + </p> + <p> + “Helen, you are wonderful,” said Larry, who was openly wiping away his + tears. “Scuddy was a big man, a better man I never knew, and you are + worthy of him.” + </p> + <p> + They were passing out of the room when Helen pulled Larry back again. + “Larry,” she said, her words coming with breathless haste, “don't wait, + oh, don't wait. Marry Jane before you go. That is my great regret to-day. + Harry wanted to be married and I did too. But father and mother did not + think it wise. They did not know. How could they? Oh! Larry,” she suddenly + wrung her hands, “he wished it so. Now I know it would have been best. + Don't make my mistake, don't, Larry. Don't make my mistake. Thank you for + coming to see me. Good-bye, Larry, dear. You were his best friend. He + loved you so.” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, hastily + wiped her eyes, and passed out to Jane with a smiling face. + </p> + <p> + They hurried away, for the hours in Winnipeg were short and there was much + to do and much to say. + </p> + <p> + “Let her go, Jane,” said Larry. “I am in a deuce of a hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Larry, what is the rush about just now?” said Jane in a slightly + grieved voice. + </p> + <p> + “I have something I must attend to at once,” said Larry. “So let her go.” + And Jane drove hard, for the most part in silence, till they reached home. + </p> + <p> + Larry could hardly wait till she had given her car into the chauffeur's + charge. They found Dr. Brown and the Colonel in the study smoking. + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Brown,” said Larry, in a quick, almost peremptory voice, “may I see + you for a moment or two in your office?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what's up? Not feeling well?” said Dr. Brown, while the others + looked anxiously at him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I am fit enough,” said Larry impatiently, “but I must see you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure there is something wrong,” said Jane, “he has been acting so + queer this evening. He is so abrupt. Is that the military manner?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so,” said the Colonel. “Nice chap, Larry—hard worker—good + soldier—awfully keen in his work—making good too—best + officer I've got. Tell you a secret, Jane—expect promotion for him + any time now.” + </p> + <p> + Meantime Larry was facing Dr. Brown in his office. “Doctor,” he said, “I + want to marry Jane.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens, when did this strike you?” + </p> + <p> + “This evening. I want to marry her right away.” + </p> + <p> + “Right away? When?” + </p> + <p> + “Right away, before I go. To-night, to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you mad? You cannot do things like that, you know. Marry Jane! Do you + know what you are asking?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Doctor, I know. But I have just seen Helen Brookes. She is perfectly + amazing, perfectly fine in her courage and all that, and she told me about + Scuddy's death without a tear. But, Doctor, there was a point at which she + broke all up. Do you know when? When she told me of her chief regret, and + that was that she and Scuddy had not been married. They both wanted to be + married, but her parents were unwilling. Now she regrets it and she will + always regret it. Doctor, I see it very clearly. I believe it is better + that we should be married. Who knows what will come? So many of the chaps + do not come back. You are going out too, I am going out. Doctor, I feel + that it is best that we should be married.” + </p> + <p> + “And what does Jane think about it?” enquired the Doctor, gazing at Larry + in a bewildered manner. + </p> + <p> + “Jane! Good Lord! I don't know. I never asked her!” Larry stood gaping at + the Doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Well, upon my word, you are a cool one!” + </p> + <p> + “I never thought of it, Doctor,” said Larry. + </p> + <p> + “Never thought of it? Are you playing with me, boy?” said the Doctor + sternly. + </p> + <p> + “I will go and see her,” said Larry, and he dashed from the room. But as + he entered the study, dinner was announced, and Larry's question perforce + must wait. + </p> + <p> + Never was a meal so long-drawn-out and so tedious. The Colonel and Jane + were full of conversation. They discussed the news from the West, the mine + and its prospects, the Lakeside Farm and its people, the Colonel's own + family, the boys who had enlisted and those who were left behind, the war + spirit of Canada, its women and their work and their heroism (here the + Colonel talked softly), the war and its prospects. The Colonel was a + brilliant conversationalist when he exerted himself, and he told of the + way of the war in England, of the awakening of the British people, of the + rush to the recruiting offices, of the women's response. He had tales, + too, of the British Expeditionary Force which he had received in private + letters, of its glorious work in the Great Retreat and afterwards. Jane + had to tell of her father's new Unit, now almost complete, of Mr. Murray's + new battalion, now in barracks, of the Patriotic Fund and how splendidly + it was mounting up into the hundreds of thousands, and of the Women's War + Association, of which she was Secretary, and of the Young Women's War + Organisation, of which she was President; and all with such animation, + with such radiant smiles, with such flashing eyes, such keen swift play of + thought and wit that Larry could hardly believe his eyes and ears, so + immense was the change that had taken place in Jane during these ten + months. He could hardly believe, as he glanced across the table at her + vivid face, that this brilliant, quick-witted, radiant girl was the quiet, + demure Jane of his college days, his good comrade, his chum, whom he had + been inclined to patronise. What was this that had come to her? What had + released those powers of mind and soul which he could now recognise as + being her own, but which he had never seen in action. As in a flash it + came to him that this mighty change was due to the terribly energising + touch of War. The development which in normal times would have required + years to accomplish, under the quickening impulse of this mighty force + which in a day was brought to bear upon the life of Canada, this + development became a thing of weeks and months only. War had poured its + potent energies through her soul and her soul had responded in a new and + marvellous efflorescence. Almost over night as it were the flower of an + exquisite womanhood, strong, tender, sweet, beautiful, had burst into + bloom. Her very face was changed. The activities with which her days and + nights were filled had quickened all her vital forces so that the very + texture and colour of her skin radiated the bloom of vigorous mental and + physical health. Yet withal there remained the same quick, wise sympathy, + quicker, wiser than before war's poignant sorrows had disciplined her + heart; the same far-seeing vision that anticipated problems and planned + for their solution; the same proud sense of honour that scorned things + mean and gave quick approval to things high. As he listened Larry felt + himself small and poor in comparison with her. More than that he had the + sense of being excluded from her life. The war and its activities, its + stern claims, its catastrophic events had taken possession of the girl's + whole soul. Was there a place for him in this new, grand scheme of life? A + new and terrible master had come into the lordship of her heart. Had love + yielded its high place? To that question Larry was determined to have an + answer to-night. To-morrow he was off to the Front. The growing fury of + the war, its appalling losses, made it increasingly doubtful that he + should ever see her face again. What her answer would be he could not + surely say. But to-night he would have it from her. If “yes” there was + time to-morrow to be married; if “no” then the more gladly he would go to + the war. + </p> + <p> + After dinner the Doctor and the Colonel took their way to the study to + smoke and talk over matters connected with military organisation, in + regard to which the Doctor confessed himself to be woefully ignorant. Jane + led Larry into the library, where a bright fire was burning. + </p> + <p> + “Awfully jolly, this fire. We'll do without the lights,” said Larry, + touching the switch and drawing their chairs forward to the fire, + wondering the while how he should get himself to the point of courage + necessary to his purpose. Had it been a few months ago how easy it would + have been. He could see himself with easy camaraderie put his arm about + Jane with never a quiver of voice or shiver of soul, and say to her, + “Jane, you dear, dear thing, won't you marry me?” But at that time he had + neither desire nor purpose. Now by some damnable perversity of things, + when heart and soul were sick with the longing for her, and his purpose + set to have her, he found himself nerveless and shaking like a silly girl. + He pushed his chair back so that, unaware to her, his eyes could rest upon + her face, and planned his approach. He would begin by speaking of Helen, + of her courage, of her great loss, then of her supreme regret, at which + point he would make his plea. But Jane would give him no help at all. + Silent she sat looking into the fire, all the vivacity and brilliance of + the past hour gone, and in its place a gentle, pensive sadness. The + firelight fell on her face, so changed from what it had been in those + pre-war days, now so long ago, yet so familiar and so dear. To-morrow at + this hour he would be far down the line with his battalion, off for the + war. What lay beyond that who could say? If she should refuse—“God + help me then,” he groaned aloud, unthinking. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, Larry?” she said, turning her face quickly toward him. + </p> + <p> + “I was just thinking, Jane, that to-morrow I—that is—” He + paused abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Larry, I know, I know.” Her hands went quickly to her breast. In her + eyes he saw a look of pain so acute, so pitiful, that he forgot all his + plan of approach. + </p> + <p> + “Jane,” he cried in a voice sharp with the intensity of his feeling. + </p> + <p> + In an instant they were both on their feet and facing each other. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, dear, dear Jane, I love you so, and I want you so.” He stretched + out his arms to take her. + </p> + <p> + Startled, her face gone deadly pale, she put out her hands against his + breast, pushing him away from her. + </p> + <p> + “Larry!” she said. “Larry, what are you saying?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jane, I am saying I love you; with all my heart and soul, I love you + and I want you, Jane. Don't you love me a bit, even a little bit?” + </p> + <p> + Slowly her arms dropped to her side. “You love me, Larry?” she whispered. + Her eyes began to glow like stars in a pool of water, deep and lustrous, + her lips to quiver. “You love me, Larry, and you want me to—to—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Jane, I want you to be my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Your wife, Larry?” she whispered, coming a little closer to him. “Oh, + Larry,” she laid her hands upon his breast, “I love you so, and I have + loved you so long.” The lustrous eyes were misty, but they looked steadily + into his. + </p> + <p> + “Dear heart, dear love,” he said, drawing her close to him and still + gazing into her eyes. + </p> + <p> + She wound her arms about his neck and with lips slightly parted lifted her + face to his. + </p> + <p> + “Jane, Jane, you wonderful girl,” he said, and kissed the parted lips, + while about them heaven opened and took them to its bosom. + </p> + <p> + When they had come back to earth Larry suddenly recalled his conversation + with her father. “Jane,” he said, “when shall we be married? I must tell + your father.” + </p> + <p> + “Married?” said Jane in a voice of despair. “Not till you return, Larry.” + Then she clung to him trembling. “Oh, why were you so slow, Larry? Why did + you delay so long?” + </p> + <p> + “Slow?” cried Larry. “Well, we can make up for it now.” He looked at his + watch. “It's nine o'clock, Jane. We can be married to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense, you silly boy!” + </p> + <p> + “Then to-morrow we shall be married, I swear. We won't make Helen's + mistake.” And he told her of Helen Brookes's supreme regret. “We won't + make that mistake, Jane. To-morrow! To-morrow! To-morrow it will be!” + </p> + <p> + “But, Larry, listen. Papa—” + </p> + <p> + “Your father will agree.” + </p> + <p> + “And my clothes?” + </p> + <p> + “Clothes? You don't need any. What you have on will do.” + </p> + <p> + “This old thing?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly lovely, perfectly splendid. Never will you wear anything so + lovely as this.” + </p> + <p> + “And then, Larry, what should I do? Where would I go? You are going off.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will come with me.” + </p> + <p> + But Jane's wise head was thinking swiftly. “I might come across with + Papa,” she said. “We were thinking—” + </p> + <p> + “No,” cried Larry. “You come with me. He will follow and pick you up in + London. Hurry, come along and tell him.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Larry, this is awful.” + </p> + <p> + “Splendid, glorious, come along. We'll settle all that later.” + </p> + <p> + He dragged her, laughing, blushing, almost weeping, to the study. “She + says she will do it to-morrow, sir,” he announced as he pushed open the + door. + </p> + <p> + “What do you say?” said the Doctor, gazing open-mouthed at him. + </p> + <p> + “She says she will marry me to-morrow,” he proclaimed as if announcing a + stupendous victory. + </p> + <p> + “She does!” said the Doctor, still aghast. + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” exclaimed the Colonel. “To-morrow? We are off to-morrow!” + </p> + <p> + Larry swung upon him eagerly. “Before we go, sir. There is lots of time. + You see we do not pull out until after three. We have all the morning, if + you could spare me an hour or so. We could get married, and she would just + come along with us, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Jane gasped. “With all those men?” + </p> + <p> + “Good Lord!” exclaimed the Colonel. “The boy is mad.” + </p> + <p> + “We might perhaps take the later train,” suggested Jane demurely. “But, of + course, Papa, I have never agreed at all,” she added quickly, turning to + her father. + </p> + <p> + “That settles it, I believe,” said Dr. Brown. “Colonel, what do you say? + Can it be done?” + </p> + <p> + “Done?” shouted the Colonel. “Of course, it can be done. Military wedding, + guard of honour, band, and all that sort of thing. Proper style, first in + the regiment, eh, what?” + </p> + <p> + “But nothing is ready,” said Jane, appalled at the rush of events. “Not a + dress, not a bridesmaid, nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “You have got a 'phone,” cried Larry, gloriously oblivious of + difficulties. “Tell everybody. Oh, sir,” he said, turning to Dr. Brown + with hand outstretched, “I hope you will let her come. I promise you I + will be good to her.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Brown looked at the young man gravely, almost sadly, then at his + daughter. With a quick pang he noted the new look in her eyes. He put out + his hand to her and drew her toward him. + </p> + <p> + “Dear child,” he said, and his voice sounded hoarse and strained, “how + like you are to your mother to-night.” Her arms went quickly about his + neck. He held her close to him for a few moments; then loosing her arms, + he pushed her gently toward Larry, saying, “Boy, I give her to you. As you + deal with her, so may God deal with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Amen,” said Larry solemnly, taking her hand in his. + </p> + <p> + Never was such a wedding in Winnipeg! Nothing was lacking to make it + perfectly, gloriously, triumphantly complete. There was a wedding dress, + and a bridal veil with orange blossoms. There were wedding gifts, for + somehow, no one ever knew how, the morning Times had got the news. There + was a church crowded with friends to wish them well, and the regimental + band with a guard of honour, under whose arched swords the bride and groom + went forth. Never had the Reverend Andrew McPherson been so happy in his + marriage service. Never was such a wedding breakfast with toasts and + telegrams from absent friends, from Chicago, and from the Lakeside Farm in + response to Larry's announcements by wire. Two of these excited wild + enthusiasm. One read, “Happy days. Nora and I following your good example. + See you later in France. Signed, Dean.” The other, from the Minister of + Militia at Ottawa to Lieutenant-Colonel Waring-Gaunt. “Your suggestion + approved. Captain Gwynne gazetted to-morrow as Major. Signed, Sam Hughes.” + </p> + <p> + “Ladies and Gentlemen,” cried the Colonel, beaming upon the company, + “allow me to propose long life and many happy days for the Major and the + Major's wife.” And as they drank with tumultuous acclaim, Larry turned + and, looking upon the radiant face at his side, whispered: + </p> + <p> + “Jane, did you hear what he said?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” whispered Jane. “He said 'the Major.'” + </p> + <p> + “That's nothing,” said Larry, “but he said 'the Major's wife!'” + </p> + <p> + And so together they went to the war. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Major, by Ralph Connor + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAJOR *** + +***** This file should be named 3249-h.htm or 3249-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/2/4/3249/ + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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