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+Title: You Never Know Your Luck, Volume 1.
+       [BEING THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTER]
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+YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK
+
+[BEING THE STORY OF A MATRIMONIAL DESERTER]
+
+By Gilbert Parker
+
+Volume 1.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+Volume 1.
+PROEM
+I.        "PIONEERS, O PIONEERS"
+II.       CLOSING THE DOORS
+III.      THE LOGAN TRIAL AND WHAT CAME OF IT
+IV.       "STRENGTH SHALL BE GIVEN THEE"
+V.        A STORY TO BE TOLD
+
+Volume 2.
+VI.       "HERE ENDETH THE FIRST LESSON"
+VII.      A WOMAN'S WAY TO KNOWLEDGE
+VIII.     ALL ABOUT AN UNOPENED LETTER
+IX.       NIGHT SHADE AND MORNING GLORY
+X.        "S. O. S."
+XI.       IN THE CAMP OF THE DESERTER
+
+Volume 3.
+XII.      AT THE RECEIPT OF CUSTOM
+XIII.     KITTY SPEAKS HER MIND AGAIN
+XIV.      AWAITING THE VERDICT
+XV.       "MALE AND FEMALE CREATED HE THEM"
+XVI.      "'TWAS FOR YOUR PLEASURE YOU CAME HERE, YOU GO BACK FOR MINE"
+XVII.     WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT?
+EPILOGUE
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+This volume contains two novels dealing with the life of prairie people
+in the town of Askatoon in the far West. 'The World for Sale' and the
+latter portion of 'The Money Master' deal with the same life, and 'The
+Money Master' contained some of the characters to be found in 'Wild
+Youth'.  'The World for Sale' also was a picture of prairie country with
+strife between a modern Anglo-Canadian town and a French-Canadian town in
+the West.  These books are of the same people; but 'You Never Know Your
+Luck' and 'Wild Youth' have several characters which move prominently
+through both.
+
+In the introduction to 'The World for Sale' in this series, I drew a
+description of prairie life, and I need not repeat what was said there.
+'In You Never Know Your Luck' there is a Proem which describes briefly
+the look of the prairie and suggests characteristics of the life of the
+people.  The basis of the book has a letter written by a wife to her
+husband at a critical time in his career when he had broken his promise
+to her.  One or two critics said the situation is impossible, because no
+man would carry a letter unopened for a long number of years.  My reply
+is: that it is exactly what I myself did.  I have still a letter written
+to me which was delivered at my door sixteen years ago.  I have never
+read it, and my reason for not reading it was that I realised, as I
+think, what its contents were.  I knew that the letter would annoy, and
+there it lies.  The writer of the letter who was then my enemy is now my
+friend.  The chief character in the book, Crozier, was an Irishman, with
+all the Irishman's cleverness, sensitiveness, audacity, and timidity; for
+both those latter qualities are characteristic of the Irish race, and as
+I am half Irish I can understand why I suppressed a letter and why
+Crozier did.  Crozier is the type of man that comes occasionally to the
+Dominion of Canada; and Kitty Tynan is the sort of girl that the great
+West breeds.  She did an immoral thing in opening the letter that Crozier
+had suppressed, but she did it in a good cause--for Crozier's sake; she
+made his wife write another letter, and she placed it again in the
+envelope for Crozier to open and see.  Whatever lack of morality there
+was in her act was balanced by the good end to the story, though it meant
+the sacrifice of Kitty's love for Crozier, and the making of his wife
+happy once more.
+
+As for 'Wild Youth' I make no apology for it.  It is still fresh in the
+minds of the American public, and it is true to the life.  Some critics
+frankly called it melodramatic.  I do not object to the term.  I know
+nothing more melodramatic than certain of the plots of Shakespeare's
+plays.  Thomas Hardy is melodramatic; Joseph Conrad is melodramatic;
+Balzac was melodramatic, and so were Victor Hugo, Charles Dickens, and
+Sir Walter Scott.  The charge of melodrama is not one that should
+disturb a writer of fiction.  The question is, are the characters
+melodramatic.  Will anyone suggest to me the marriage of a girl of
+seventeen with a man over sixty is melodramatic.  It may be, but I think
+it tragical, and so it was in this case.  As for Orlando Guise, I
+describe the man as I knew him, and he is still alive.  Some comments
+upon the story suggested that it was impossible for a man to spend the
+night on the prairie with a woman whom he loved without causing her to
+forget her marriage vows.  It is not sentimental to say that is nonsense.
+It is a prurient mind that only sees evil in a situation of the sort.
+Why it should be desirable to make a young man and woman commit a
+misdemeanor to secure the praise of a critic is beyond imagination.  It
+would be easy enough to do.  I did it in The Right of Way.  I did it in
+others of my books.  What happens to one man and one woman does not
+necessarily happen to another.  There are men who, for love of a woman,
+would not take advantage of her insecurity.  There are others who would.
+In my books I have made both classes do their will, and both are true to
+life.  It does not matter what one book is or is not, but it does matter
+that an author writes his book with a sense of the fitting and the true.
+
+Both these books were written to present that side of life in Canada
+which is not wintry and forbidding.  There is warmth of summer in both
+tales, and thrilling air and the beauty of the wild countryside.  As for
+the cold, it is severe in most parts of Canada, but the air is dry, and
+the sharpness is not felt as it is in this damper climate of England.
+Canadians feel the cold of a March or November day in London far more
+than the cold of a day in Winnipeg, with the thermometer many degrees
+below zero.  Both these books present the summer side of Canada, which is
+as delightful as that of any climate in the world; both show the modern
+western life which is greatly changed since the days when Pierre roamed
+the very fields where these tales take place.  It should never be
+forgotten that British Columbia has a climate like that of England,
+where, on the Coast, it is never colder than here, and where there is
+rain instead of snow in winter.
+
+There is much humour and good nature in the West, and this also I tried
+to bring out in these two books; and Askatoon is as cosmopolitan as
+London.  Canada in the West has all races, and it was consistent of me to
+give a Chinaman of noble birth a part to play in the tragicomedy.  I have
+a great respect for the Chinaman, and he is a good servant and a faithful
+friend.  Such a Chinaman as Li Choo I knew in British Columbia, and all I
+did was to throw him on the Eastern side of the Rockies, a few miles from
+the border of the farthest Western province.  The Chinaman's death was
+faithful in its detail, and it was true to his nature.  He had to die,
+and with the old pagan philosophy, still practised in China and Japan, he
+chose the better way, to his mind.  Princes still destroy themselves in
+old Japan, as recent history proves.
+
+
+
+YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK
+
+Volume 1.
+
+PROEM
+I.        "PIONEERS, O PIONEERS"
+II.       CLOSING THE DOORS
+III.      THE LOGAN TRIAL AND WHAT CAME OF IT
+IV.       "STRENGTH SHALL BE GIVEN THEE"
+V.        A STORY TO BE TOLD
+
+
+
+PROEM
+
+Have you ever seen it in reaping-time?  A sea of gold it is, with gentle
+billows telling of sleep and not of storm, which, like regiments afoot,
+salute the reaper and say, "All is fulfilled in the light of the sun and
+the way of the earth; let the sharp knife fall."  The countless million
+heads are heavy with fruition, and sun glorifies and breeze cradles them
+to the hour of harvest.  The air-like the tingle of water from a
+mountain-spring in the throat of the worn wayfarer, bringing a sense of
+the dust of the world flushed away.
+
+Arcady?  Look closely.  Like islands in the shining yellow sea, are
+houses--sometimes in a clump of trees, sometimes only like bare-backed
+domesticity or naked industry in the workfield.  Also rising here and
+there in the expanse, clouds that wind skyward, spreading out in a
+powdery mist.  They look like the rolling smoke of incense, of sacrifice.
+Sacrifice it is.  The vast steam-threshers are mightily devouring what
+their servants, the monster steam-reapers, have gleaned for them.  Soon,
+when September comes, all that waving sea will be still.  What was gold
+will still be a rusted gold, but near to the earth-the stubble of the
+corn now lying in vast garners by the railway lines, awaiting transport
+east and west and south and across the seas.
+
+Not Arcady this, but a land of industry in the grip of industrialists,
+whose determination to achieve riches is, in spite of themselves,
+chastened by the magnitude and orderly process of nature's travail which
+is not pain.  Here Nature hides her internal striving under a smother of
+white for many months in every year, when what is now gold in the sun
+will be a soft--sometimes, too, a hard-shining coverlet like impacted
+wool.  Then, instead of the majestic clouds of incense from the
+threshers, will rise blue spiral wreaths of smoke from the lonely home.
+There the farmer rests till spring, comforting himself in the thought
+that while he waits, far under the snow the wheat is slowly expanding;
+and as in April, the white frost flies out of the soil into the sun, it
+will push upward and outward, green and vigorous, greeting his eye with
+the "What cheer, partner!" of a mate in the scheme of nature.
+
+Not Arcady; and yet many of the joys of Arcady are here--bright, singing
+birds, wide adventurous rivers, innumerable streams, the squirrel in the
+wood and the bracken, the wildcat stealing through the undergrowth, the
+lizard glittering by the stone, the fish leaping in the stream, the
+plaint of the whippoorwill, the call of the bluebird, the golden flash of
+the oriole, the honk of the wild geese overhead, the whirr of the mallard
+from the sedge.  And, more than all, a human voice declaring by its joy
+in song that not only God looks upon the world and finds it very good.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+"PIONEERS, O PIONEERS"
+
+If you had stood on the borders of Askatoon, a prairie town, on the
+pathway to the Rockies one late August day not many years ago, you would
+have heard a fresh young human voice singing into the morning, as its
+possessor looked, from a coat she was brushing, out over the "field of
+the cloth of gold," which your eye has already been invited to see.  With
+the gift of singing for joy at all, you should be able to sing very
+joyously at twenty-two.  This morning singer was just that age; and if
+you had looked at the golden carpet of wheat stretching for scores of
+miles, before you looked at her, you would have thought her curiously in
+tone with the scene.  She was a symphony in gold--nothing less.  Her
+hair, her cheeks, her eyes, her skin, her laugh, her voice they were all
+gold.  Everything about her was so demonstratively golden that you might
+have had a suspicion it was made and not born; as though it was unreal,
+and the girl herself a proper subject of suspicion.  The eyelashes were
+so long and so black, the eyes were so topaz, the hair was so like such a
+cloud of gold as would be found on Joan of Are as seen by a mediaeval
+painter, that an air of faint artificiality surrounded what was in every
+other way a remarkable effort of nature to give this region, where she
+was so very busy, a keynote.
+
+Poseurs have said that nature is garish or exaggerated more often than
+not; but it is a libel.  She is aristocratic to the nth degree, and is
+never over done; courage she has, but no ostentation.  There was,
+however, just a slight touch of over-emphasis in this singing-girl's
+presentation--that you were bound to say, if you considered her quite
+apart from her place in this nature-scheme.  She was not wholly
+aristocratic; she was lacking in that high, social refinement which would
+have made her gold not so golden, her black eyelashes not so black.
+Being unaristocratic is not always a matter of birth, though it may be a
+matter of parentage.
+
+Her parentage was honest and respectable and not exalted.  Her father had
+been an engineer, who had lost his life on a new railway of the West.
+His widow had received a pension from the company insufficient to
+maintain her, and so she kept boarders, the coat of one of whom her
+daughter was now brushing as she sang.  The widow herself was the origin
+of the girl's slight disqualification for being of that higher circle of
+selection which nature arranges long before society makes its judicial
+decision.  The father had been a man of high intelligence, which his
+daughter to a real degree inherited; but the mother, as kind a soul as
+ever lived, was a product of southern English rural life--a little
+sumptuous, but wholesome, and for her daughter's sake at least, keeping
+herself well and safely within the moral pale in the midst of marked
+temptations.  She was forty-five, and it said a good deal for her ample
+but proper graces that at forty-five she had numerous admirers.  The girl
+was English in appearance, with a touch perhaps of Spanish--why, who can
+say?  Was it because of those Spanish hidalgoes wrecked on the Irish
+coast long since?  Her mind and her tongue, however, were Irish like her
+father's.  You would have liked her, everybody did,--yet you would have
+thought that nature had failed in self-confidence for once, she was so
+pointedly designed to express the ancient dame's colour-scheme, even to
+the delicate auriferous down on her youthful cheek and the purse-proud
+look of her faintly retrousse nose; though in fact she never had had a
+purse and scarcely needed one.  In any case she had an ample pocket in
+her dress.
+
+This fairly full description of her is given not because she is the most
+important person in the story, but because the end of the story would
+have been entirely different had it not been for her; and because she
+herself was one of those who are so much the sport of circumstances or
+chance that they express the full meaning of the title of this story.
+As a line beneath the title explains, the tale concerns a matrimonial
+deserter.  Certainly this girl had never deserted matrimony, though she
+had on more than one occasion avoided it; and there had been men mean and
+low enough to imagine they might allure her to the conditions of
+matrimony without its status.
+
+As with her mother the advertisement of her appearance was wholly
+misleading.  A man had once said to her that "she looked too gay to be
+good," but in all essentials she was as good as she was gay, and indeed
+rather better.  Her mother had not kept boarders for seven years without
+getting some useful knowledge of the world, or without imparting useful
+knowledge; and there were men who, having paid their bills on demand,
+turned from her wiser if not better men.  Because they had pursued the
+old but inglorious profession of hunting tame things, Mrs. Tyndall Tynan
+had exacted compensation in one way or another--by extras, by occasional
+and deliberate omission of table luxuries, and by making them pay for
+their own mending, which she herself only did when her boarders behaved
+themselves well.  She scored in any contest--in spite of her rather small
+brain, large heart, and ardent appearance.  A very clever, shiftless
+Irish husband had made her develop shrewdness, and she was so busy
+watching and fending her daughter that she did not need to watch and fend
+herself to the same extent as she would have done had she been free and
+childless and thirty.  The widow Tynan was practical, and she saw none of
+those things which made her daughter stand for minutes at a time and look
+into the distance over the prairie towards the sunset light or the grey-
+blue foothills.  She never sang--she had never sung a note in her life;
+but this girl of hers, with a man's coat in her hand, and eyes on the
+joyous scene before her, was for ever humming or singing.  She had even
+sung in the church choir till she declined to do so any longer, because
+strangers stared at her so; which goes to show that she was not so vain
+as people of her colouring sometimes are.  It was just as bad, however,
+when she sat in the congregation; for then, too, if she sang, people
+stared at her.  So it was that she seldom went to church at all; but it
+was not because of this that her ideas of right and wrong were quite
+individual and not conventional, as the tale of the matrimonial deserter
+will show.
+
+This was not church, however, and briskly applying a light whisk-broom to
+the coat, she hummed one of the songs her father taught her when he was
+in his buoyant or in his sentimental moods, and that was a fair
+proportion of the time.  It used to perplex her the thrilling buoyancy
+and the creepy melancholy which alternately mastered her father; but as a
+child she had become so inured to it that she was not surprised at the
+alternate pensive gaiety and the blazing exhilaration of the particular
+man whose coat she now dusted long after there remained a speck of dust
+upon it.  This was the song she sang:
+
+         "Whereaway, whereaway goes the lad that once was mine?
+          Hereaway I waited him, hereaway and oft;
+          When I sang my song to him, bright his eyes began to shine--
+          Hereaway I loved him well, for my heart was soft.
+
+         "Hereaway my heart was soft; when he kissed my happy eyes,
+          Held my hand, and pressed his cheek warm against my brow,
+          Home I saw upon the earth, heaven stood there in the skies--
+          'Whereaway, whereaway goes my lover now?'"
+
+         "Whereaway goes my lad--tell me, has he gone alone?
+          Never harsh word did I speak, never hurt I gave;
+          Strong he was and beautiful; like a heron he has flown--
+          Hereaway, hereaway will I make my grave.
+
+         "When once more the lad I loved hereaway, hereaway,
+          Comes to lay his hand in mine, kiss me on the brow,
+          I will whisper down the wind, he will weep to hear me say--
+          'Whereaway, whereaway goes my lover now?'"
+
+
+There was a plaintive quality in the voice of this russet maiden in
+perfect keeping with the music and the words; and though her lips smiled,
+there was a deep, wistful look in her eyes more in harmony with the
+coming autumn than with this gorgeous harvest-time.
+
+For a moment after she had finished singing she stood motionless,
+absorbed by the far horizon; then suddenly she gave a little shake
+of the body and said in a brisk, playfully chiding way:
+
+"Kitty Tynan, Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!"  There was no one near,
+so far as eye could see, so it was clear that the words were addressed
+to herself.  She was expressing that wonder which so many people feel
+at discovering in themselves long-concealed characteristics, or find
+themselves doing things out of their natural orbit, as they think.  If
+any one had told Kitty Tynan that she had rare imagination, she would
+have wondered what was meant.  If anyone had said to her, "What are you
+dreaming about, Kitty?" she would have understood, however, for she had
+had fits of dreaming ever since she was a child, and they had increased
+during the past few years--since the man came to live with them whose
+coat she was brushing.  Perhaps this was only imitation, because the man
+had a habit of standing or sitting still and looking into space for
+minutes--and on Sundays for hours--at a time; and often she had watched
+him as he lay on his back in the long grass, head on a hillock, hat down
+over his eyes, while the smoke from his pipe came curling up from beneath
+the rim.  Also she had seen him more than once sitting with a letter
+before him and gazing at it for many minutes together.  She had also
+noted that it was the same letter on each occasion; that it was a closed
+letter, and also that it was unstamped.  She knew that, because she had
+seen it in his desk--the desk once belonging to her father, a sloping
+thing with a green-baize top.  Sometimes he kept it locked, but very
+often he did not; and more than once, when he had asked her to get him
+something from the desk, not out of meanness, but chiefly because her
+moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios, she had
+examined the envelope curiously.  The envelope bore a woman's
+handwriting, and the name on it was not that of the man who owned the
+coat--and the letter.  The name on the envelope was Shiel Crozier, but
+the name of the man who owned the coat was J. G. Kerry--James Gathorne
+Kerry, so he said.
+
+Kitty Tynan had certainly enough imagination to make her cherish a
+mystery.  She wondered greatly what it all meant.  Never in anything else
+had she been inquisitive or prying where the man was concerned; but she
+felt that this letter had the heart of a story, and she had made up fifty
+stories which she thought would fit the case of J. G. Kerry, who for over
+four years had lived in her mother's house.  He had become part of her
+life, perhaps just because he was a man,--and what home is a real home
+without a man?--perhaps because he always had a kind, quiet, confidential
+word for her, or a word of stimulating cheerfulness; indeed, he showed in
+his manner occasionally almost a boisterous hilarity.  He undoubtedly was
+what her mother called "a queer dick," but also "a pippin with a perfect
+core," which was her way of saying that he was a man to be trusted with
+herself and with her daughter; one who would stand loyally by a friend or
+a woman.  He had stood by them both when Augustus Burlingame, the lawyer,
+who had boarded with them when J. G. Kerry first came, coarsely exceeded
+the bounds of liberal friendliness which marked the household, and by
+furtive attempts at intimacy began to make life impossible for both
+mother and daughter.  Burlingame took it into his head, when he received
+notice that his rooms were needed for another boarder, that J. G. Kerry
+was the cause of it.  Perhaps this was not without reason, since Kerry
+had seen Kitty Tynan angrily unclasping Burlingame's arm from around her
+waist, and had used cutting and decisive words to the sensualist
+afterwards.
+
+There had taken the place of Augustus Burlingame a land-agent--Jesse
+Bulrush--who came and went like a catapult, now in domicile for three
+days together, now gone for three weeks; a voluble, gaseous, humorous
+fellow, who covered up a well of commercial evasiveness, honesty and
+adroitness by a perspiring gaiety natural in its origin and convenient
+for harmless deceit.  He was fifty, and no gallant save in words; and,
+as a wary bachelor of many years' standing, it was a long time before he
+showed a tendency to blandish a good-looking middle-aged nurse named Egan
+who also lodged with Mrs. Tynan; though even a plain-faced nurse in
+uniform has an advantage over a handsome unprofessional woman.  Jesse
+Bulrush and J. G. Kerry were friends--became indeed such confidential
+friends to all appearance, though their social origin was evidently so
+different, that Kitty Tynan, when she wished to have a pleasant
+conversation which gave her a glow for hours afterwards, talked to the
+fat man of his lean and aristocratic-looking friend.
+
+"Got his head where it ought to be--on his shoulders; and it ain't for
+playing football with," was the frequent remark of Mr. Bulrush concerning
+Mr. Kerry.  This always made Kitty Tynan want to sing, she could not have
+told why, save that it seemed to her the equivalent of a long history of
+the man whose past lay in mists that never lifted, and whom even the
+inquisitive Burlingame had been unable to "discover" when he lived in
+the same house.  But then Kitty Tynan was as fond of singing as a canary,
+and relieved her feelings constantly by this virtuous and becoming means,
+with her good contralto voice.  She was indeed a creature of
+contradictions; for if ever any one should have had a soprano voice
+it was she.  She looked a soprano.
+
+What she was thinking of as she sang with Kerry's coat in her hand it
+would be hard to discover by the process of elimination, as the
+detectives say when tracking down a criminal.  It is, however, of no
+consequence; but it was clear that the song she sang had moved her, for
+there was the glint of a tear in her eye as she turned towards the house,
+the words of the lyric singing themselves over in her brain:
+
+         "Hereaway my heart was soft; when he kissed my happy eyes,
+          Held my hand, and pressed his cheek warm against my brow,
+          Home I saw upon the hearth, heaven stood there in the skies'
+          Whereaway, whereaway goes my lover now?"'
+
+She knew that no lover had left her; that none was in the habit of laying
+his warm cheek against her brow; and perhaps that was why she had said
+aloud to herself, "Kitty Tynan, Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!"
+Perhaps--and perhaps not.
+
+As she stepped forward towards the door she heard a voice within the
+house, and she quickened her footsteps.  The blood in her face, the look
+in her eye quickened also.  And now a figure appeared in the doorway--a
+figure in shirt-sleeves, which shook a fist at the hurrying girl.
+
+"Villain'!" he said gaily, for he was in one of his absurd, ebullient
+moods--after a long talk with Jesse Bulrush.  "Hither with my coat; my
+spotless coat in a spotted world,--the unbelievable anomaly--
+
+                  "'For the earth of a dusty to-day
+                    Is the dust of an earthy to-morrow.'"
+
+When he talked like this she did not understand him, but she thought it
+was clever beyond thinking--a heavenly jumble.  "If it wasn't for me
+you'd be carted for rubbish," she replied joyously as she helped him on
+with his coat, though he had made a motion to take it from her.
+
+"I heard you singing--what was it?" he asked cheerily, while it could
+be seen that his mind was preoccupied.  The song she had sung, floating
+through the air, had seemed familiar to him, while he had been greatly
+engaged with a big business thing he had been planning for a long time,
+with Jesse Bulrush in the background or foreground, as scout or rear-
+guard or what you will:
+
+        "'Whereaway, whereaway goes the lad that once was mine?
+          Hereaway, I waited him, hereaway and oft--'"
+
+she hummed with an exaggerated gaiety in her voice, for the song had
+saddened her, she knew not why.  At the words the flaming exhilaration of
+the man's face vanished and his eyes took on a poignant, distant look.
+
+"That--oh, that!" he said, and with a little jerk of the head and a
+clenching of the hand he moved towards the street.
+
+"Your hat!" she called after him, and ran inside the house.  An instant
+later she gave it to him.  Now his face was clear and his eyes smiled
+kindly at her.
+
+"'Whereaway, hereaway' is a wonderful song," he said.  "We used to sing
+it when I was a boy--and after, and after.  It's an old song--old as the
+hills.  Well, thanks, Kitty Tynan.  What a girl you are--to be so kind
+to a fellow like--me!"
+
+"Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!"--these were the very words she had
+used about herself a little while before.  The song--why did it make Mr.
+Kerry take on such a queer look all at once when he heard it?  Kitty
+watched him striding down the street into the town.
+
+Now a voice--a rich, quizzical, kindly voice-called out to her:
+
+"Come, come, Miss Tynan, I want to be helped on with my coat," it said.
+
+Inside the house a fat, awkward man was struggling, or pretending to
+struggle, into his coat.
+
+"Roll into it, Mr. Rolypoly," she answered cheerily as she entered.
+
+"Of course I'm not the star boarder--nothing for me!" he said in
+affected protest.
+
+"A little more to starboard and you'll get it on," she retorted with a
+glint of her late father's raillery, and she gave the coat a twitch which
+put it right on the ample shoulders.
+
+"Bully! bully!" he cried.  "I'll give you the tip for the Askatoon cup."
+
+"I'm a Christian.  I hate horse-racers and gamblers," she returned
+mockingly.
+
+"I'll turn Christian--I want to be loved," he bleated from the doorway.
+
+"Roll on, proud porpoise!" she rejoined, which shows that her
+conversation was not quite aristocratic at all times.
+
+"Golly, but she's a gold dollar in a gold bank," remarked Jesse Bulrush
+warmly as he lurched into the street.
+
+The girl stood still in the middle of the room looking dreamily down the
+way the two men had gone.
+
+The quiet of the late summer day surrounded her.  She heard the dizzy din
+of the bees, the sleepy grinding of the grass hoppers, the sough of the
+solitary pine at the door, and then behind them all a whizzing, machine-
+like sound.  This particular sound went on and on.
+
+She opened the door of the next room.  Her mother sat at a sewing-machine
+intent upon some work, the needle eating up a spreading piece of cloth.
+
+"What are you making, mother?" Kitty asked.  "New blinds for Mr. Kerry's
+bedroom-he likes this green colour," the widow added with a slight flush,
+due to leaning over the sewing-machine, no doubt.
+
+"Everybody does everything for him," remarked the girl almost pettishly.
+
+"That's a nice spirit, I must say!" replied her mother reprovingly, the
+machine almost stopping.
+
+"If I said it in a different way it would be all right," the other
+returned with a smile, and she repeated the words with a winning soft
+inflection, like a born actress.
+
+"Kitty-Kitty Tynan, what a girl you are!" declared her mother, and she
+bent smiling over the machine, which presently buzzed on its devouring
+way.  Three people had said the same thing within a few minutes.  A look
+of pleasure stole over the girl's face, and her bosom rose and fell with
+a happy sigh.  Somehow it was quite a wonderful day for her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+CLOSING THE DOORS
+
+There are many people who, in some subtle psychological way, are very
+like their names; as though some one had whispered to "the parents of
+this child" the name designed for it from the beginning of time.  So it
+was with Shiel Crozier.  Does not the name suggest a man lean and flat,
+sinewy, angular and isolated like a figure in one of El Greco's pictures
+in the Prado at Madrid?  Does not the name suggest a figure of elongated
+humanity with a touch of ancient mysticism and yet also of the
+fantastical humour of Don Quixote?
+
+In outward appearance Shiel Crozier, otherwise J. G. Kerry, of Askatoon,
+was like his name for the greater part of the time.  Take him in repose,
+and he looked a lank ascetic who dreamed of a happy land where
+flagellation was a joy and pain a panacea.  In action, however, as when
+Kitty Tynan helped him on with his coat, he was a pure improvisation of
+nature.  He had a face with a Cromwellian mole, which broke out in
+emotion like an April day, with eyes changing from a blue-grey to the
+deepest ultramarine that ever delighted the soul and made the reputation
+of an Old Master.  Even in the prairie town of Askatoon, where every man
+is so busy that he scarcely knows his own children when he meets them,
+and almost requires an introduction to his wife when the door closes on
+them at bedtime, people took a second look at him when he passed.  Many
+who came in much direct contact with him, as Augustus Burlingame the
+lawyer had done, tried to draw from him all there was to tell about
+himself; which is a friendly custom of the far West.  The native-born
+greatly desire to tell about themselves.  They wear their hearts on their
+sleeves, and are childlike in the frank recitals of all they were and are
+and hope to be.  This covers up also a good deal of business acumen,
+shrewdness, and secretiveness which is not so childlike and bland.
+
+In this they are in sharp contrast to those not native-born.  These
+come from many places on the earth, and they are seldom garrulously
+historical.  Some of them go to the prairie country to forget they ever
+lived before, and to begin the world again, having been hurt in life
+undeservingly; some go to bury their mistakes or worse in pioneer work
+and adventure; some flee from a wrath that would devour them--the law,
+society, or a woman.
+
+This much must be said at once for Crozier, that he had no crime to
+hide.  It was not because of crime that "He buckles up his talk like the
+bellyband on a broncho," as Malachi Deely, the exile from Tralee, said
+of him; and Deely was a man of "horse-sense," no doubt because he was a
+horse-doctor--"a veterenny surgeon," as his friends called him when they
+wished to flatter him.  Deely supplemented this chaste remark about the
+broncho with the observation that, "Same as the broncho, you buckle him
+tightest when you know the divil is stirring in his underbrush."  And he
+added further, "'Tis a woman that's put the mumplaster on his tongue,
+Sibley, and I bet you a hundred it's another man's wife."
+
+Like many a speculator, Malachi Deely would have made no profit out of
+his bet in the end, for Shiel Crozier had had no trouble with the law,
+or with another man's wife, nor yet with any single maid--not yet; though
+there was now Kitty Tynan in his path.  Yet he had had trouble.  There
+was hint of it in his occasional profound abstraction; but more than all
+else in the fact that here he was, a gentleman, having lived his life for
+over four years past as a sort of horse-expert, overseer, and stud-
+manager for Terry Brennan, the absentee millionaire.  In the opinion of
+the West, "big-bugs" did not come down to this kind of occupation unless
+they had been roughly handled by fate or fortune.
+
+"Talk?  Watch me now, he talks like a testimonial in a frame," said
+Malachi Deely on the day this tale opens, to John Sibley, the gambling
+young farmer who, strange to say, did well out of both gambling and
+farming.
+
+"Words to him are like nuts to a monkey.  He's an artist, that man is.
+Been in the circles where the band plays good and soft, where the music
+smells--fairly smells like parfumery," responded Sibley.  "I'd like to
+get at the bottom of him.  There's a real good story under his asbestos
+vest--something that'd make a man call for the oh-be-joyful, same as I do
+now."
+
+After they had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler Deely
+continued the gossip.  "Watch me now, been a friend of dukes in England--
+and Ireland, that Mr. James Gathorne Kerry, as any one can see; and there
+he is feelin' the hocks of a filly or openin' the jaws of a stud horse,
+age-hunting!  Why, you needn't tell me--I've had my mind made up ever
+since the day he broke the temper of Terry Brennan's Inniskillen
+chestnut, and won the gold cup with her afterwards.  He just sort of
+appeared out of the mist of the marnin', there bein' a divil's lot of
+excursions and conferences and holy gatherin's in Askatoon that time
+back, ostensible for the business which their names denote, like the
+Dioceesan Conference and the Pure White Water Society.  That was their
+bluff; but they'd come herealong for one good pure white dioceesan thing
+before all, and that was to see the dandiest horse-racing which ever
+infested the West.  Come--he come like that!"--Deely made a motion like a
+swoop of an aeroplane to earth--"and here he is buckin' about like a
+rough-neck same as you and me; but yet a gent, a swell, a cream della
+cream, that's turned his back on a lady--a lady not his own wife,
+that's my sure and sacred belief."
+
+"You certainly have got women on the brain," retorted Sibley.  "I ain't
+ever seen such a man as you.  There never was a woman crossing the street
+on a muddy day that you didn't sprint to get a look at her ankles.
+Behind everything you see a woman.  Horses is your profession, but woman
+is your practice."
+
+"There ain't but one thing worth livin' for, and that's a woman,"
+remarked Deely.
+
+"Do you tell Mrs. Deely that?" asked Sibley.
+
+"Watch me now, she knows.  What woman is there don't know when her
+husband is what he is!  And it's how I know that the trouble with James
+Gathorne Kerry is a woman.  I know the signs.  Divils me own, he's got
+'em in his face."
+
+"He's got in his face what don't belong here and what you don't know much
+about--never having kept company with that sort," rejoined Sibley.
+
+"The way he lives and talks--'No, thank you, I don't care for anny
+thing,' says he, when you're standin' at the door of a friendly saloon,
+which is established by law to bespeak peace and goodwill towards men,
+and you ask him pleasant to step inside.  He don't seem to have a single
+vice.  Haven't we tried him?  There was Belle Bingley, all frizzy hair
+and a kicker; we put her on to him.  But he give her ten dollars to buy
+a hat on condition she behaved like a lady in the future--smilin' at her,
+the divil!  And Belle, with temper like dinnemite, took it kneelin' as it
+were, and smiled back at him--her!  Drink, women--nothin' seems to have a
+hold on him.  What's his vice?  Sure, then, that's what I say, what's his
+vice?  He's got to have one; anny man as is a man has to have one vice."
+
+"Bosh!  Look at me," rejoined Sibley.  "Drink women--nit!  Not for me!
+I've got no vice.  I don't even smoke."
+
+"No vice?  Begobs, yours has got you like a tire on a wheel!  Vice--what
+do you call gamblin'?  It's the biggest vice ever tuk grip of a man.
+It's like a fever, and it's got you, John, like the nail on your finger."
+
+"Well, p'r'aps, he's got that vice too.  P'r'aps J. G. Kerry's got that
+vice same as me."
+
+"Annyhow, we'll get to know all we want when he goes into the witness
+box at the Logan murder trial next week.  That's what I'm waitin' for,
+"Deely returned, with a grin of anticipation.  "That drug-eating Gus
+Burlingame's got a grudge against him somehow, and when a lawyer's got
+a grudge against you it's just as well to look where y' are goin'.
+Burlingame don't care what he does to get his way in court.  What set him
+against Kerry I ain't sure, but, bedad, I think it's looks.  Burlingame
+goes in for lookin' like a picture in a frame--gold seals hangin' beyant
+his vestpocket, broad silk cord to his eye-glass, loose flowin' tie, and
+long hair-makes him look pretentuous and showy.  But your 'Mr. Kerry,
+sir,' he don't have anny tricks to make him look like a doge from Veenis
+and all the eyes of the females battin' where'er he goes.  Jealousy, John
+Sibley, me boy, is a cruil thing."
+
+"Why is it you ain't jealous of him?  There's plenty of women that watch
+you go down-town--you got a name for it, anyway," remarked Sibley
+maliciously.
+
+Deely nodded sagely.  "Watch me now, that's right, me boy.  I got a name
+for it, but I want the game without the name, and that's why I ain't
+puttin' on anny airs--none at all.  I depend on me tongue, not on me
+looks, which goes against me.  I like Mr. J. G. Kerry.  I've plenty
+dealin's with him, naturally, both of us being in the horse business,
+and I say he's right as a minted dollar as he goes now.  Also, and
+behold, I'd take my oath he never done annything to blush for.  His
+touble's been a woman--wayward woman what stoops to folly!  I give up
+tryin' to pump him just as soon as I made up my mind it was a woman.
+That shuts a man's mouth like a poor-box.
+
+"Next week's fixed for the Logan killin' case, is it?"
+
+"Monday comin', for sure.  I wouldn't like to be in Mr. Kerry's shoes.
+Watch me now, if he gives the, evidence they say he can give--the
+prasecution say it--that M'Mahon Gang behind Logan 'll get him sure as
+guns, one way or another."
+
+"Some one ought to give Mr. Kerry the tip to get out and not give
+evidence," remarked Sibley sagely.  Deely shook his head vigorously.
+"Begobs, he's had the tip all right, but he's not goin'.  He's got as
+much fear as a canary has whiskers.  He doesn't want to give evidence,
+he says, but he wants to see the "law do its work.  Burlingame 'll try to
+make it out manslaughter; but there's a widow with children to suffer for
+the manslaughter, just as much as though it was murder, and there isn't a
+man that doesn't think murder was the game, and the grand joory had that
+idea too.
+
+"Between Gus Burlingame and that M'Mahon bunch of horse-thieves, the
+stranger in a strange land 'll have to keep his eyes open, I'm thinkin'."
+
+"Divils me darlin', his eyes are open all right," returned Deely.
+
+"Still, I'd like to jog his elbow," Sibley answered reflectively.
+"It couldn't do any harm, and it might do good."
+
+Deely nodded good-naturedly.  "If you want to so bad as that, John,
+you've got the chance, for he's up at the Sovereign Bank now.  I seen him
+leave the Great Overland Railway Bureau ten minutes ago and get away
+quick to the bank."
+
+"What's he got on at the bank and the railway?"
+
+"Some big deal, I guess.  I've seen him with Studd Bradley."
+
+"The Great North Trust Company boss?"
+
+"On it, my boy, on it--the other day as thick as thieves.  Studd Bradley
+doesn't knit up with an outsider from the old country unless there's
+reason for it--good gold-currency reasons."
+
+"A land deal, eh?" ventured Sibley.  "What did I say--speculation,
+that's his vice, same as mine!  P'r'aps that's what ruined him.  Cards,
+speculation, what's the difference?  And he's got a quiet look, same as
+me."
+
+Deely laughed loudly.  "And bursts out same as you!  Quiet one hour like
+a mill-pond or a well, and then--swhish, he's blazin'!  He's a volcano in
+harness, that spalpeen."
+
+"He's a volcano that doesn't erupt when there's danger," responded
+Sibley.  "It's when there's just fun on that his volcano gets loose.
+I'll go wait for him at the bank.  I got a fellow-feeling for Mr. Kerry.
+I'd like to whisper in his ear that he'd better be lookin' sharp for the
+M'Mahon Gang, and that if he's a man of peace he'd best take a holiday
+till after next week, or get smallpox or something."
+
+The two friends lounged slowly up the street, and presently parted near
+the door of the bank.  As Sibley waited, his attention was drawn to a
+window on the opposite side of the street at an angle from themselves.
+The light was such that the room was revealed to its farthest corners,
+and Sibley noted that three men were evidently carefully watching the
+bank, and that one of the men was Studd Bradley, the so-called boss.  The
+others were local men of some position commercially and financially in
+the town.  Sibley did not give any sign that he noticed the three men,
+but he watched carefully from under the rim of his hat.  His imagination,
+however, read a story of consequence in the secretive vigilance of the
+three, who evidently thought that, standing far back in the room, they
+could not be seen.
+
+Presently the door of the bank opened, and Sibley saw Studd Bradley lean
+forward eagerly, then draw back and speak hurriedly to his companions,
+using a gesture of satisfaction.
+
+"Something damn funny there!" Sibley said to himself, and stepped
+forward to Crozier with a friendly exclamation.  Crozier turned rather
+impatiently, for his face was aflame with some exciting reflection.  At
+this moment his eyes were the deepest blue that could be imagined--an
+almost impossible colour, like that of the Mediterranean when it reflects
+the perfect sapphire of the sky.  There was something almost wonderful
+in their expression.  A woman once said as she looked at a picture of
+Herschel, whose eyes had the unworldly gaze of the great dreamer looking
+beyond this sphere, "The stars startled him."  Such a look was in
+Crozier's eyes now, as though he was seeing the bright end of a
+long road, the desire of his soul.
+
+That, indeed, was what he saw.  After two years of secret negotiation he
+had (inspired by information dropped by Jesse Bulrush, his fellow-
+boarder) made definite arrangements for a big land-deal in connection
+with the route of a new railway and a town-site, which would mean more
+to him than any one could know.  If it went through, he would, for an
+investment of ten thousand dollars, have a hundred and fifty thousand
+dollars; and that would solve an everlasting problem for him.
+
+He had reached a critical point in his enterprise.  All that was wanted
+now was ten thousand dollars in cash to enable him to close the great
+bargain and make his hundred and fifty thousand.  But to want ten
+thousand dollars and to get it in a given space of time, when you have
+neither securities, cash, nor real estate, is enough to keep you awake at
+night.  Crozier had been so busy with the delicate and difficult
+negotiations that he had not deeply concerned himself with the absence of
+the necessary ten thousand dollars.  He thought he could get the money at
+any time, so good was the proposition; and it was best to defer
+raising it to the last moment lest some one learning the secret should
+forestall him.  He must first have the stake to be played for before he
+moved to get the cash with which to make the throw.  This is not
+generally thought a good way, but it was his way, and it had yet to be
+tested.
+
+There was no cloud of apprehension, however, in Crozier's eyes as they
+met those of Sibley.  He liked Sibley.  At this point it is not necessary
+to say why.  The reason will appear in due time.  Sibley's face had
+always something of that immobility and gravity which Crozier's face had
+part of the time-paler, less intelligent, with dark lines and secret
+shadows absent from Crozier's face; but still with some of the El Greco
+characteristics which marked so powerfully that of the man who passed as
+J. G. Kerry.
+
+"Ah, Sibley," he said, "glad to see you!  Anything I can do for you?"
+
+"It's the other way if there's any doing at all," was the quick response.
+
+"Well, let's walk along together," remarked Crozier a little
+abstractedly, for he was thinking hard about his great enterprise.
+
+"We might be seen," said Sibley, with an obvious undermeaning meant to
+provoke a question.
+
+Crozier caught the undertone of suggestion.  "Being about to burgle the
+bank, it's well not to be seen together--eh?"
+
+"No, I'm not in on that business, Mr. Kerry.  I'm for breaking banks,
+not burgling 'em," was the cheerful reply.
+
+They laughed, but Crozier knew that the observant gambling farmer was not
+talking at haphazard.  They had met on the highway, as it were, many
+times since Crozier had come to Askatoon, and Crozier knew his man.
+
+"Well, what are we going to do, and who will see us if we do it?"
+Crozier asked briskly.
+
+"Studd Bradley and his secret-service corps have got their eyes on this
+street--and on you," returned Sibley dryly.
+
+Crozier's face sobered and his eyes became less emotional.  "I don't see
+them anywhere," he answered, but looking nowhere.
+
+"They're in Gus Burlingame's office.  They had you under observation
+while you were in the bank."
+
+"I couldn't run off with the land, could I?" Crozier remarked dryly, yet
+suggestively, in his desire to see how much Sibley knew.
+
+"Well, you said it was a bank.  I've no more idea what it is you're
+tryin' to run off with than I know what an ace is goin' to do when
+there's a joker in the pack," remarked Sibley; "but I thought I'd tell
+you that Bradley and his lot are watchin' you gettin' ready to run."
+Then he hastily told what he had seen.
+
+Crozier was reassured.  It was natural that Bradley & Co. should take an
+interest in his movements.  They would make a pile of money if he pulled
+off the deal-far more than he would.  It was not strange that they should
+watch his invasion of the bank.  They knew he wanted money, and a bank
+was the place to get it.  That was the way he viewed the matter on the
+instant.  He replied to Sibley cheerfully.  "A hundred to one is a lot
+when you win it," he said enigmatically.
+
+"It depends on how much you have on," was Sibley's quiet reply--"a dollar
+or a thousand dollars.
+
+"If you've got a big thing on, and you've got an outsider that you think
+is goin' to win and beat the favourite, it's just as well to run no
+risks.  Believe me, Mr. Kerry, if you've got anything on that asks for
+your attention, it'd be sense and saving if you didn't give evidence at
+the Logan Trial next week.  It's pretty well-guessed what you're goin'
+to say and what you know, and you take it from me, the M'Mahon mob that's
+behind Logan 'll have it in for you.  They're terrors when they get
+goin', and if your evidence puts one of that lot away, ther'll be trouble
+for you.  I wouldn't do it--honest, I wouldn't.  I've been out West here
+a good many years, and I know the place and the people.  It's a good
+place, and there's lots of first-class people here, but there's a few
+offscourings that hang like wolves on the edge of the sheepfold, ready to
+murder and git."
+
+"That was what you wanted to see me about, wasn't it?" Crozier asked
+quietly.
+
+"Yes; the other was just a shot on the chance.  I don't like to see men
+sneakin' about and watching.  If they do, you can bet there's something
+wrong.  But the other thing, the Logan Trial business, is a dead
+certainty.  You're only a new-comer, in a kind of way, and you don't need
+to have the same responsibility as the rest.  The Law'll get what it
+wants whether you chip in or not.  Let it alone.  What's the Law ever
+done for you that you should run risks for it?  It's straight talk, Mr.
+Kerry.  Have a cancer in the bowels next week or go off to see a dyin'
+brother, but don't give evidence at the Logan Trial--don't do it.  I got
+a feeling--I'm superstitious--all sportsmen are.  By following my
+instincts I've saved myself a whole lot in my time."
+
+"Yes; all men that run chances have their superstitions, and they're not
+to be sneered at," replied Crozier thoughtfully.  "If you see black,
+don't play white; if you see a chestnut crumpled up, put your money on
+the bay even when the chestnut is a favourite.  Of course you're
+superstitious, Sibley.  The tan and the green baize are covered with
+ghosts that want to help you, if you'll let them."
+
+Sibley's mouth opened in amazement.  Crozier was speaking with the look
+of the man who hypnotises himself, who "sees things," who dreams as only
+the gambler and the plunger on the turf do dream, not even excepting the
+latter-day Irish poets.
+
+"Say, I was right what I said to Deely--I was right," remarked Sibley
+almost huskily, for it seemed to him as though he had found a long-lost
+brother.  No man except one who had staked all he had again and again
+could have looked or spoken like that.
+
+Crozier looked at the other thoughtfully for a moment, then he said:
+
+"I don't know what you said to Deely, but I do know that I'm going to
+the Logan Trial in spite of the M'Mahon mob.  I don't feel about it as
+you do.  I've got a different feeling, Sibley.  I'll play the game out.
+I shall not hedge.  I shall not play for safety.  It's everything on the
+favourite this time."
+
+"You'll excuse me, but Gus Burlingame is for the defence, and he's got
+his knife into you," returned Sibley.
+
+"Not yet."  Crozier smiled sardonically.
+
+"Well, I apologise, but what I've said, Mr. Kerry, is said as man to man.
+You're ridin' game in a tough place, as any man has to do who starts with
+only his pants and his head on.  That's the way you begun here, I guess;
+and I don't want to see your horse tumble because some one throws a
+fence-rail at its legs.  Your class has enemies always in a new country
+--jealousy, envy."
+
+The lean, aristocratic, angular Crozier, with a musing look on his long
+face, grown ascetic again, as he held out his hand and gripped that of
+the other, said warmly: "I'm just as much obliged to you as though I took
+your advice, Sibley.  I am not taking it, but I am taking a pledge to
+return the compliment to you if ever I get the chance."
+
+"Well, most men get chances of that kind," was the gratified reply of the
+gambling farmer, and then Crozier turned quickly and entered the doorway
+of the British Bank, the rival of that from which he had turned in brave
+disappointment a little while before.
+
+Left alone in the street, Sibley looked back with the instinct of the
+hunter.  As he expected, he saw a head thrust out from the window where
+Studd Bradley and his friends had been.  There was an hotel opposite the
+British Bank.  He entered and waited.  Bradley and one of his companions
+presently came in and seated themselves far back in the shadow, where
+they could watch the doorway of the bank.
+
+It was quite a half-hour before Shiel Crozier emerged from the bank.  His
+face was set and pale.  For an instant he stood as though wondering which
+way to go, then he moved up the street the way he had come.
+
+Sibley heard a low, poisonous laugh of triumph rankle through the hotel
+office.  He turned round.  Bradley, the over-fed, over-confident, over-
+estimated financier, laid a hand on the shoulder of his companion as they
+moved towards the door.
+
+"That's another gate shut," he said.  "I guess we can close 'em all with
+a little care.  It's working all right.  He's got no chance of raising
+the cash," he added, as the two passed the chair where Sibley sat--with
+his hat over his eyes, chewing an unlighted cigar.
+
+"I don't know what it is, but it's dirt--and muck at that," John Sibley
+remarked as he rose from his chair and followed the two into the street.
+
+Bradley and his friends were trying steadily to close up the avenues of
+credit to the man to whom the success of his enterprise meant so much.
+To crowd him out would mean an extra hundred and fifty thousand dollars
+for themselves.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+THE LOGAN TRIAL AND WHAT CAME OF IT
+
+What the case was in which Shiel Crozier was to give evidence is not
+important; what came from the giving of his testimony is all that
+matters; and this story would never have been written if he had not
+entered the witness-box.
+
+A court-room at any time seems a little warmer than any other spot to all
+except the prisoner; but on a July day it is likely to be a punishment
+for both innocent and guilty.  A man had been killed by one of the group
+of toughs called locally the M'Mahon Gang, and against the charge of
+murder that of manslaughter had been set up in defence; and manslaughter
+might mean jail for a year or two or no jail at all.  Any evidence which
+justified the charge of murder would mean not jail, but the rope in due
+course; for this was not Montana or Idaho, where the law's delays
+outlasted even the memory of the crime committed.
+
+The court-room of Askatoon was crowded to suffocation, for the
+M'Mahons were detested, and the murdered man had a good reputation in
+the district.  Besides, a widow and three children mourned their loss,
+and the widow was in court.  Also Crozier's evidence was expected to be
+sensational, and to prove the swivel on which the fate of the accused man
+would hang.  Among those on the inside it was also known that the clever
+but dissipated Augustus Burlingame, the counsel for the prisoner, had a
+grudge against Crozier,--no one quite knew why except Kitty Tynan and her
+mother, and that cross-examination would be pressed mercilessly when
+Crozier entered the witness-box.  As Burlingame came into the court-room
+he said to the Young Doctor--he was always spoken of as the Young Doctor
+in Askatoon, though he had been there a good many years and he was no
+longer as young as he looked--who was also called as a witness, "We'll
+know more about Mr. J. G. Kerry when this trial is over than will suit
+his book."  It did not occur to Augustus Burlingame that in Crozier, who
+knew why he had fled the house of the showy but virtuous Mrs. Tynan, he
+might find a witness of a mental and moral calibre with baffling
+qualities and some gift of riposte.
+
+Crozier entered the witness-box at a stage when excitement was at fever
+height; for the M'Mahon Gang had given evidence which every one believed
+to be perjured; and the widow of the slain man was weeping bitterly in
+her seat because of noxious falsehoods sworn against her honest husband.
+
+There was certainly someting credible and prepossessing in the look of
+Crozier.  He might be this or that, but he carried no evil or vice of
+character in his face.  He was in his grave mood this summer afternoon.
+There he stood with his long face and the very heavy eyebrows, clean-
+shaven, hard-bitten, as though by wind and weather, composed and
+forceful, the mole on his chin a kind of challenge to the vertical dimple
+in his cheek, his high forehead more benevolent than intellectual, his
+brown hair faintly sprinkled with grey and a bit unmanageable, his
+fathomless eyes shining.  "No man ought to have such eyes," remarked a
+woman present to the Young Doctor, who abstractedly nodded assent, for,
+like Malachi Deely and John Sibley, he himself had a theory about
+Crozier; and he had a fear of what the savage enmity of the morally
+diseased Burlingame might do.  He had made up his mind that so intense a
+scrupulousness as Crozier had shown since coming to Askatoon had behind
+it not only character, but the rigidity of a set purpose; and that view
+was supported by the stern economy of Crozier's daily life, broken only
+by sudden bursts of generosity for those in need.
+
+In the box Crozier kept his eye on the crown attorney, who prosecuted,
+and on the judge.  He appeared not to see any one in the court-room,
+though Kitty Tynan had so placed herself that he must see her if he
+looked at the audience at all.  Kitty thought him magnificent as he told
+his story with a simple parsimony but a careful choice of words which
+made every syllable poignant with effect.  She liked him in his grave
+mood even better than when he was aflame with an internal fire of his
+own creation, when he was almost wildly vivid with life.
+
+"He's two men," she had often said to herself; and she said it now as she
+looked at him in the witness-box, measuring out his words and measuring
+off at the same time the span of a murderer's life; for when the crown
+attorney said to the judge that he had concluded his examination there
+was no one in the room--not even the graceless Burlingame--who did not
+think the prisoner guilty.
+
+"That is all," the crown attorney said to Crozier as he sank into his
+chair, greatly pleased with one of the best witnesses who had ever been
+through his hands--lucid, concentrated, exact, knowing just where
+he was going and reaching his goal without meandering.  Crozier was about
+to step down when Burlingame rose.
+
+"I wish to ask a few questions," he said.
+
+Crozier bowed and turned, again grasping the rail of the witness-box with
+one hand, while with an air of cogitation and suspense he stroked his
+chin with the long fingers of the other hand.
+
+"What is your name?" asked Burlingame in a tone a little louder than he
+had used hitherto in the trial, indeed even louder than lawyers generally
+use when they want to bully a witness.  In this case it was as though he
+wished to summon the attention of the court.
+
+For a second Crozier's fingers caught his chin almost spasmodically.  The
+real meaning of the question, what lay behind it, flashed to his mind.
+He saw in lightning illumination the course Burlingame meant to pursue.
+For a moment his heart seemed to stand still, and he turned slightly
+pale, but the blue of his eyes took on a new steely look--a look also
+of striking watchfulness, as of an animal conscious of its danger, yet
+conscious too of its power when at bay.
+
+"What is your name?" Burlingame asked again in a somewhat louder tone,
+and turned to look at the jury, as if bidding them note the hesitation of
+the witness; though, indeed, the waiting was so slight that none but a
+trickster like Burlingame would have taken advantage of it, and only then
+when there was much behind.
+
+For a moment longer Crozier remained silent, getting strength, as it
+were, and saying to himself, "What does he know?" and then, with a
+composed look of inquiry at the judge, who appeared to take no notice,
+he said: "I have already, in evidence, given my name to the court."
+
+"Witness, what is your name?" again almost shouted the lawyer, with a
+note of indignation in his voice, as though here was a dangerous fellow
+committing a misdemeanour in their very presence.  He spread out his
+hands to the jury, as though bidding them observe, if they would, this
+witness hesitating in answer to a simple, primary question--a witness who
+had just sworn a man's life away!
+
+"What is your name?"
+
+"James Gathorne Kerry, as I have already given it to the court," was the
+calm reply.
+
+"Where do you live?"
+
+"In Askatoon, as I have already said in evidence; and if it is necessary
+to give my domicile, I live at the house of Mrs. Tyndall Tynan, Pearl
+Street--as you know so well."
+
+The tone in which he uttered the last few words was such that even the
+judge pricked up his ears.
+
+A look of hatred came into the decadent but able lawyer's face.
+
+"Where do you live when you are at home?"
+
+"Mrs. Tynan's house is the only home I have at present."
+
+He was outwitting the pursuer so far, but it only gained him time, as he
+knew; and he knew also that no suggestive hint concerning the episode at
+Mrs. Tynan's, when Burlingame was asked to leave her house, would be of
+any avail now.
+
+"Where were you born?"
+
+"In Ireland."
+
+"What part of Ireland?"
+
+"County Kerry."
+
+"What place--what town or city or village in County Kerry?"
+
+"In neither."
+
+"What house, then--what estate?" Burlingame was more than nettled; and
+he sharpened his sword.
+
+"The estate of Castlegarry."
+
+"What was your name in Ireland?"
+
+In the short silence that followed, the quick-drawn breath of many
+excited and some agitated people could be heard.  Among the latter were
+Mrs. Tynan and her daughter and Malachi Deely; among those who held their
+breath in suspence were John Sibley, Studd Bradley the financier, and the
+Young Doctor.  The swish of a skirt seemed ridiculously loud in the hush,
+and the scratching of the judge's quill pen was noisily irritating.
+
+"My name in Ireland was James Shiel Gathorne Crozier, commonly called
+Shiel Crozier," came the even reply from the witness-box.
+
+"James Shiel Gathorne Crozier in Ireland, but James Gathorne Kerry here!"
+Burlingame turned to the jury significantly.  "What other name have you
+been known by in or out of Ireland?" he added sharply to Crozier.  "No
+other name so far as I know."
+
+"No other name so far as you know," repeated the lawyer in a sarcastic
+tone intended to impress the court.
+
+"Who was your father?"
+
+"John Gathorne Crozier."
+
+"Any title?"
+
+"He was a baronet."
+
+"What was his business?"
+
+"He had no profession, though he had business, of course."
+
+"Ah, he lived by his wits?"
+
+"No, he was not a lawyer!  I have said he had no profession.  He lived on
+his money on his estate."
+
+The judge waved down the laughter at Burlingame's expense.
+
+"In official documents what was his description?" snarled Burlingame.
+
+"'Gentleman' was his designation in official documents."
+
+"You, then, were the son of a gentleman?" There was a hateful suggestion
+in the tone.
+
+"I was."
+
+"A legitimate son?"
+
+Nothing in Crozier's face showed what he felt, except his eyes, and they
+had a look in them which might well have made his questioner shrink.  He
+turned calmly to the judge.
+
+"Your honour, does this bear upon the case?  Must I answer this legal
+libertine?"
+
+At the word libertine, the judge, the whole court, and the audience
+started; but it was presently clear the witness meant that the questioner
+was abusing his legal privileges, though the people present interpreted
+it another way, and quite rightly.
+
+The reply of the judge was in favour of the lawyer.  "I do not quite see
+the full significance of the line of defence, but I think I must allow
+the question," was the judge's gentle and reluctant reply, for he was
+greatly impressed by this witness, by his transparent honesty and
+straightforwardness.
+
+"Were you a legitimate son of John Gathorne Crozier and his wife?" asked
+Burlingame.
+
+"Yes, a legitimate son," answered Crozier in an even voice.
+
+"Is John Gathorne Crozier still living?"
+
+"I said that gentleman was his designation in official documents.  I
+supposed that would convey the fact that he was not living, but I see you
+do not quickly grasp a point."
+
+Burlingame was stung by the laughter in the court and ventured a riposte.
+
+"But is once a gentleman always a gentleman an infallible rule?"
+
+"I suppose not; I did not mean to convey that; but once a rogue always a
+bad lawyer holds good in every country," was Crozier's comment in a low,
+quiet voice which stirred and amused the audience again.
+
+"I must ask counsel to put questions which have some relevance even to
+his own line of defence," remarked the judge sternly.  "This is not a
+corner grocery."
+
+Burlingame bowed.  He had had a facer, but he had also shown the witness
+to have been living under an assumed name.  That was a good start.  He
+hoped to add to the discredit.  He had absolutely no knowledge of
+Crozier's origin and past; but he was in a position to find it out if
+Crozier told the truth on oath, and he was sure he would.
+
+"Where was your domicile in the old country?" Burlingame asked.
+
+"In County Kerry--with a flat in London."
+
+"An estate in County Kerry?"
+
+"A house and two thousand acres."
+
+"Is it your property still?"
+
+"It is not."
+
+"You sold it?"
+
+"No."
+
+"If you did not sell, how is it that you do not own it?"
+
+"It was sold for me--in spite of me."
+
+The judge smiled, the people smiled, the jury smiled.  Truly, though a
+life-history was being exposed with incredible slowness--"like pulling
+teeth," as the Young Doctor said--it was being touched off with laughter.
+
+"You were in debt?"
+
+"Quite."
+
+"How did you get into debt?"
+
+"By spending more than my income."
+
+If Askatoon had been proud of its legal talent in the past it had now
+reason for revising its opinion.  Burlingame was frittering away the
+effect of his inquiry by elaboration of details.  What he gained by the
+main startling fact he lost in the details by which the witness scored.
+He asked another main question.
+
+"Why did you leave Ireland?"
+
+"To make money."
+
+"You couldn't do it there?"
+
+"They were too many for me over there, so I thought I'd come here," slyly
+answered Crozier, and with a grave face; at which the solemn scene of a
+prisoner being tried for his life was shaken by a broad smiling, which in
+some cases became laughter haughtily suppressed by the court attendant.
+
+"Have you made money here?"
+
+"A little--with expectations."
+
+"What was your income in Ireland?"
+
+"It began with three thousand pounds--"
+
+"Fifteen thousand dollars about?"
+
+"About that--about a lawyer's fee for one whisper to a client less than
+that.  It began with that and ended with nothing."
+
+"Then you escaped?"
+
+"From creditors, lawyers, and other such?  No, I found you here."
+
+The judge intervened again almost harshly on the laughter of the court,
+with the remark that a man was being tried for his life; that ribaldry
+was out of place; and that, unless the course pursued by the counsel was
+to discredit the reliability of the character of the witness, the
+examination was in excess of the privilege of counsel.
+
+"Your honour has rightly apprehended what my purpose is," Burlingame said
+deprecatingly.  He then turned to Crozier again, and his voice rose as it
+did when he began the examination.  It was as though he was starting all
+over again.
+
+"What was it compelled" (he was boldly venturing) "you to leave Ireland
+at last?  What was the incident which drove you out from the land where
+you were born--from being the owner of two thousand acres"--
+
+"Partly bog," interposed Crozier.
+
+"--From being the owner of two thousand acres to becoming a kind of head-
+groom on a ranch?  What was the cause of your flight?"
+
+"Flight!  I came in one of the steamers of the Company for which your
+firm are the agents.  Eleven days it took to come from Glasgow to
+Quebec."
+
+Again the court rippled, again the attendant intervened.
+
+Burlingame was nonplussed this time, but he gathered himself together.
+
+"What was the process of law which forced you to leave your own land?"
+
+"None at all."
+
+"What were your debts when you left?"
+
+"None at all."
+
+"How much was the last debt you paid?"
+
+"Two thousand five hundred pounds."
+
+"What was its nature?"
+
+"It was a debt of honour--do you understand?" The subtle challenge of
+the voice, the sarcasm, was not lost.  Again there was a struggle on the
+part of the audience not to laugh outright, and so be driven from the
+court as had been threatened.
+
+The judge interposed again with the remark, not very severe in tone,
+that the witness was not in the box to ask questions, but to answer them.
+At the same time he must remind counsel that the examination must
+discontinue unless something more relevant immediately appeared in the
+evidence.
+
+There was silence again for a moment, and even Crozier himself seemed to
+steel himself for a question he felt was coming.
+
+"Are you married or single?" asked Burlingame, and he did not need to
+raise his voice to summon the interest of the court.
+
+"I was married."
+
+One person in the audience nearly cried out.  It was Kitty Tynan.  She
+had never allowed herself to think of that, but even if she had, what
+difference could it make whether he was married or single, since he was
+out of her star?
+
+"Are you not married now?"
+
+"I do not know."
+
+"You mean you do not know if you have been divorced?"
+
+"No."
+
+"You mean your wife is dead?"
+
+"No."
+
+"What do you mean?  That you do not know whether your wife is living or
+dead?"
+
+"Quite so."
+
+"Have you heard from her since you saw her last?"
+
+"I had one letter."
+
+Kitty Tynan thought of the unopened letter in a woman's handwriting in
+the green baize desk in her mother's house.
+
+"No more?"
+
+"No more."
+
+"Are we to understand that you do not know whether your wife is living or
+dead?"
+
+"I have no information that she is dead."
+
+"Why did you leave her?"
+
+"I have not said that I left her.  Primarily I left Ireland."
+
+"Assuming that she is alive, your wife will not live with you?"
+
+"Ah, what information have you to that effect?" The judge informed
+Crozier that he must not ask questions of counsel.
+
+"Why is she not with you here?"
+
+"As you said, I am only picking up a living here, and even the passage
+by your own second-class steamship line is expensive."
+
+The judge suppressed a smile.  He greatly liked the witness.
+
+"Do you deny that you parted from your wife in anger?"
+
+"When I am asked that question I will try to answer it.  Meanwhile, I do
+not deny what has not been put before me in the usual way."
+
+Here the judge sternly rebuked the counsel, who ventured upon one last
+question.
+
+"Have you any children?"
+
+"None."
+
+"Has your brother, who inherited, any children?"
+
+"None that I know of."
+
+"Are you the heir-presumptive to the baronetcy?"
+
+"I am."
+
+"Yet your wife will not live with you?"
+
+"Call Mrs. Crozier as a witness and see.  Meanwhile, I am not upon my
+trial."
+
+He turned to the judge, who promptly called upon Burlingame to conclude
+his examination.
+
+Burlingame asked two questions more.
+
+"Why did you change your name when you came here?"
+
+"I wanted to obliterate myself."
+
+"I put it to you, that what you want is to avoid the outraged law of your
+own country."
+
+"No--I want to avoid the outrageous lawyers of yours."
+
+Again there was a pause in the proceedings, and on a protest from the
+crown attorney the judge put an end to the cross-examination with the
+solemn reminder that a man was being tried for his life, and that the
+present proceedings were a lamentable reflection on the levity of human
+nature--in Askatoon.  Turning with friendly scrutiny to Crozier, he said:
+
+"In the early stage of his examination the witness informed the court
+that he had made a heavy loss through a debt of honour immediately before
+leaving England.  Will he say in what way he incurred the obligation?
+Are we to assume that it was through gambling-card-playing, or other
+games of chance?"
+
+"Through backing the wrong horse," was Crozier's instant reply.
+
+"That phrase is often applied to mining or other unreal flights for
+fortune," said the judge, with a dry smile.
+
+"This was a real horse on a real flight to the winning-post," added
+Crozier, with a quirk at the corner of his mouth.
+
+"Honest contest with man or horse is no crime, but it is tragedy to
+stake all on the contest and lose," was the judge's grave and pedagogic
+comment.  "We shall now hear from the counsel for defence his reason for
+conducting his cross-examination on such unusual lines.  Latitude of this
+kind is only permissible if it opens up any weakness in the case against
+the prisoner."
+
+The judge thus did Burlingame a good turn as well as Crozier, by creating
+an atmosphere of gravity, even of tragedy, in which Burlingame could make
+his speech in defence of the prisoner.
+
+Burlingame started hesitatingly, got into his stride, assembled the
+points of his defence with the skill of which he really was capable.  He
+made a strong appeal for acquittal, but if not acquittal, then a verdict
+of manslaughter.  He showed that the only real evidence which could
+convict his man of murder was that of the witness Crozier.  If he had
+been content to discredit evidence of the witness by an adroit but
+guarded misuse of the facts he had brought out regarding Crozier's past,
+to emphasise the fact that he was living under an assumed name and that
+his bona fides was doubtful, he might have impressed the jury to some
+slight degree.  He could not, however, control the malice he felt, and he
+was smarting from Crozier's retorts.  He had a vanity easily lacerated,
+and he was now too savage to abate the ferocity of his forensic attack.
+He sat down, however, with a sure sense of failure.  Every orator knows
+when he is beating the air, even when his audience is quiet and
+apparently attentive.
+
+The crown attorney was a man of the serenest method and of cold,
+unforensic logic.  He had a deadly precision of speech, a very remarkable
+memory, and a great power of organising and assembling his facts.  There
+was little left of Burlingame's appeal when he sat down.  He declared
+that to discredit Crozier's evidence because he chose to use another
+name than his own, because he was parted from his wife, because he left
+England practically penniless to earn an honest living--no one had shown
+it was not--was the last resort of legal desperation.  It was an
+indefensible thing to endeavour to create prejudice against a man because
+of his own evidence given with great frankness.  Not one single word of
+evidence had the defence brought to discredit Crozier, save by Crozier's
+own word of mouth; and if Crozier had cared to commit perjury, the
+defence could not have proved him guilty of it.  Even if Crozier had not
+told the truth as it was, counsel for the defence would have found it
+impossible to convict him of falsehood.  But even if Crozier was a
+perjurer, justice demanded that his evidence should be weighed as truth
+from its own inherent probability and supported by surrounding facts.
+In a long experience he had never seen animus against a witness so
+recklessly exhibited as by counsel in this case.
+
+The judge was not quite so severe in his summing up, but he did say of
+Crozier that his direct replies to Burlingame's questions, intended to
+prejudice him in the eyes of the community into which he had come a
+stranger, bore undoubted evidence of truth; for if he had chosen to say
+what might have saved him from the suspicions, ill or well founded, of
+his present fellow-citizens, he might have done so with impunity, save
+for the reproach of his own conscience.  On the whole, the judge summed
+up powerfully against the prisoner Logan, with the result that the jury
+were not out for more than a half-hour.  Their verdict was, guilty of
+murder.
+
+In the scene which followed, Crozier dropped his head into his hand and
+sat immovable as the judge put on the black cap and delivered sentence.
+When the prisoner left the dock, and the crowd began to disperse,
+satisfied that justice had been done--save in that small circle where the
+M'Mahons were supreme--Crozier rose with other witnesses to leave.  As he
+looked ahead of him the first face he saw was that of Kitty Tynan, and
+something in it startled him.  Where had he seen that look before?  Yes,
+he remembered.  It was when he was twenty-one and had been sent away to
+Algiers because he was falling in love with a farmer's daughter.  As he
+drove down a lane with his father towards the railway station, those long
+years ago, he had seen the girl's face looking at him from the window of
+a labourer's cottage at the crossroads; and its stupefied desolation
+haunted him for many years, even after the girl had married and gone to
+live in Scotland--that place of torment for an Irish soul.
+
+The look in Kitty Tynan's face reminded him of that farmer's lass in his
+boyhood's history.  He was to blame then--was he to blame now?  Certainly
+not consciously, not by any intended word or act.  Now he met her eyes
+and smiled at her, not gaily, not gravely, but with a kind of whimsical
+helplessness; for she was the first to remind him that he was leaving the
+court-room in a different position (if not a different man) from that in
+which he entered it.  He had entered the court-room as James Gathorne
+Kerry, and he was leaving it as Shiel Crozier; and somehow James Gathorne
+Kerry had always been to himself a different man from Shiel Crozier, with
+different views, different feelings, if not different characteristics.
+
+He saw faces turned to him, a few with intense curiosity, fewer
+still with a little furtiveness, some with amusement, and many with
+unmistakable approval; for one thing was clear, if his own evidence was
+correct: he was the son of a baronet, he was heir-presumptive to a
+baronetcy, and he had scored off Augustus Burlingame in a way which
+delighted a naturally humorous people.  He noted, however, that the nod
+which Studd Bradley, the financier, gave him had in it an enigmatic
+something which puzzled him.  Surely Bradley could not be prejudiced
+against him because of the evidence he had given.  There was nothing
+criminal in living under an assumed name, which, anyhow, was his own name
+in three-fourths of it, and in the other part was the name of the county
+where he was born.
+
+"Divils me own, I told you he was up among the dukes," said Malachi Deely
+to John Sibley as they came out.  "And he's from me own county, and I
+know the name well enough; an' a damn good name it is.  The bulls of
+Castlegarry was famous in the south of Ireland."
+
+"I've a warm spot for him.  I was right, you see.  Backing horses ruined
+him," said Sibley in reply; and he looked at Crozier admiringly.
+
+There is the communion of saints, but nearer and dearer is the communion
+of sinners; for a common danger is their bond, and that is even more than
+a common hope.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+"STRENGTH SHALL BE GIVEN THEE"
+
+On the evening of the day of the trial, Mrs. Tynan, having fixed the new
+blind to the window of Shiel Crozier's room, which was on the ground-
+floor front, was lowering and raising it to see if it worked properly,
+when out in the moonlit street she saw a wagon approaching her house
+surrounded and followed by obviously excited men.  Once before she had
+seen just such a group nearing her door.  That was when her husband was
+brought home to die in her arms.  She had a sudden conviction, as,
+holding the blind in her hand, she looked out into the night, that again
+tragedy was to cross her threshold.  Standing for an instant under the
+fascination of terror, she recovered herself with a shiver, and, stepping
+down from the chair where she had been fixing the blind, with the
+instinct of real woman, she ran to the bed of the room where she was, and
+made it ready.  Why did she feel that it was Shiel Crozier's bed which
+should be made ready?  Or did she not feel it?  Was it only a dazed,
+automatic act, not connected with the person who was to lie in the bed?
+Was she then a fatalist?  Were trouble and sorrow so much her portion
+that to her mind this tragedy, whatever it was, must touch the man
+nearest to her--and certainly Shiel Crozier was far nearer than Jesse
+Bulrush.  Quite apart from wealth or position, personality plays a part
+more powerful than all else in the eyes of every woman who has a soul
+which has substance enough to exist at all.  Such men as Crozier have
+compensations for "whate'er they lack."  It never occurred to Mrs. Tynan
+to go to Jesse Bulrush's room or the room of middle-aged, comely Nurse
+Egan.  She did the instinctive thing, as did the woman who sent a man a
+rope as a gift, on the ground that the fortune in his hand said that he
+was born not to be drowned.
+
+Mrs. Tynan's instinct was right.  By the time she had put the bed into
+shape, got a bowl of water ready, lighted a lamp, and drawn the bed out
+from the wall, there was a knocking at the door.  In a moment she had
+opened it, and was faced by John Sibley, whose hat was off as though he
+were in the presence of death.  This gave her a shock, and her eyes
+strove painfully to see the figure which was being borne feet foremost
+over her threshold.
+
+"It's Mr. Crozier?" she asked.
+
+"He was shot coming home here--by the M'Mahon mob, I guess," returned
+Sibley huskily.
+
+"Is--is he dead?" she asked tremblingly.  "No.  Hurt bad."
+
+"The kindest man--it'd break Kitty's heart--and mine," she added hastily,
+for she might be misunderstood; and John Sibley had shown signs of
+interest in her daughter.
+
+"Where's the Young Doctor?" she asked, catching sight of Crozier's face
+as they laid him on the bed.  "He's done the first aid, and he's off
+getting what's needed for the operation.  He'll be here in a minute or
+so," said a banker who, a few days before, had refused Crozier credit.
+
+"Gently, gently--don't do it that way," said Mrs. Tynan in sharp reproof
+as they began to take off Crozier's clothes.
+
+"Are you going to stay while we do it?" asked a maker of mineral waters,
+who whined at the prayer meetings of a soul saved and roared at his
+employees like a soul damned.
+
+"Oh, don't be a fool!" was the impatient reply.  "I've a grown-up girl
+and I've had a husband.  Don't pull at his vest like that.  Go away.  You
+don't know how.  I've had experience--my husband .  .  .  There, wait
+till I cut it away with the scissors.  Cover him with the quilt.  Now,
+then, catch hold of his trousers under the quilt, and draw them off
+slowly.  .  .  .  There you are--and nothing to shock the modesty of a
+grown-up woman or any other when a life's at stake.  What does the Young
+Doctor say?"
+
+"Hush!  He's coming to," interposed the banker.  It was as though the
+quiet that followed the removal of his clothes and the touch of Mrs.
+Tynan's hand on his head had called Crozier back from unconsciousness.
+
+The first face he saw was that of the banker.  In spite of the loss of
+blood and his pitiable condition, a whimsical expression came to his
+eyes.  "Lucky for you you didn't lend me the money," he said feebly.
+
+The banker shook his head.  "I'm not thinking of that, Mr. Crozier.  God
+knows, I'm not!"
+
+Crozier caught sight of Mrs. Tynan.  "It's hard on you to have me brought
+here," he murmured as she took his hand.
+
+"Not so hard as if they hadn't," she replied.  "That's what a home's for
+--not just a place for eating and drinking and sleeping."
+
+"It wasn't part of the bargain," he said weakly.
+
+"It was my part of the bargain."
+
+"Here's Kitty," said the maker of mineral waters, as there was the swish
+of a skirt at the door.
+
+"Who are you calling 'Kitty'?" asked the girl indignantly, as they
+motioned her back from the bedside.  "There's too many people here," she
+added abruptly to her mother.  "We can take care of him"--she nodded
+towards the bed.  "We don't want any help except--except from John
+Sibley, if he will stay, and you too," she added to the banker.
+
+She had not yet looked at the figure on the bed.  She felt she could not
+do so while all these people were in the room.  She needed time to adjust
+herself to the situation.  It was as though she was the authority in the
+household and took control even of her mother.  Mrs. Tynan understood.
+She had a great belief in her daughter and admired her cleverness, and
+she was always ready to be ruled by her; it was like being "bossed" by
+the man she had lost.
+
+"Yes, you'd all better go," Mrs. Tynan said.  "He wants all the air
+he can get, and I can't make things ready with all of you in the room.
+Go outdoors for a while, anyway.  It's summer and you'll not take cold!
+The Young Doctor has work to do, and my girl and I and these two will
+help him plenty."  She motioned towards the banker and the gambling
+farmer.
+
+In a moment the room was cleared of all save the four and Crozier, who
+knew that upon the coming operation depended his life.  He had been
+conscious when the Young Doctor said this was so, and he was thinking, as
+he lay there watching these two women out of his nearly closed eyes, that
+he would like to be back in Ireland at Castlegarry with the girl he had
+married and had left without a good-bye near five years gone.  If he had
+to die he would like to die at home; and that could not be.
+
+Kitty had the courage to turn towards him now.  As she caught sight of
+his face for the first time--she had so far kept her head turned away--
+she became very pale.  Then, suddenly, she gathered herself together.
+Going over to the bed, she took the limp hand lying on the coverlet.
+
+"Courage, soldier," she said in the colloquialism her father often used,
+and she smiled at Crozier a great-hearted, helpful smile.
+
+"You are a brick of bricks, Kitty Tynan," he whispered, and smiled.
+
+"Here comes the Young Doctor," said Mrs. Tynan as the door opened
+unceremoniously.
+
+"Well, I have to make an excursion," Crozier said, "and I mayn't come
+back.  If I don't, au revoir, Kitty."
+
+"You are coming back all right," she answered firmly.  "It'll take more
+than a horse-thief's bullet to kill you.  You've got to come back.
+You're as tough as nails.  And I'll hold your hand all through it--yes,
+I will!" she added to the Young Doctor, who had patted her shoulder and
+told her to go to another room.
+
+"I'm going to help you, doctor-man, if you please," she said, as he
+turned to the box of instruments which his assistant held.
+
+"There's another--one of my colleagues--coming I hope," the Young Doctor
+replied.
+
+"That's all right, but I am staying to see Mr. Crozier through.  I said
+I'd hold his hand, and I'm going to do it," she added firmly.
+
+"Very well; put on a big apron, and see that you go through with us if
+you start.  No nonsense."
+
+"There'll be no nonsense from me," she answered quietly.
+
+"I want the bed in the middle of the room," the Young Doctor said, and
+the others gently moved it.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+A STORY TO BE TOLD
+
+A great surgeon said a few years ago that he was never nervous when
+performing an operation, though there was sometimes a moment when every
+resource of character, skill, and brain came into play.  That was when,
+having diagnosed correctly and operated, a new and unexpected seat of
+trouble and peril was exposed, and instant action had to be taken.  The
+great man naturally rose to the situation and dealt with it coolly; but
+he paid the price afterwards in his sleep when, night after night, he
+performed the operation over and over again with the same strain on his
+subconscious self.
+
+So it was with Kitty Tynan in her small way.  She had insisted on being
+allowed to help at the operation, and the Young Doctor, who had a good
+knowledge of life and knew the stuff in her, consented; and so far as the
+operation was concerned she justified his faith in her.  When the banker
+had to leave the room at the sight of the carnage, she remained, and she
+and John Sibley were as cool as the Young Doctor and his fellow-
+anatomist, till it was all over, and Shiel Crozier was started again on a
+safe journey back to health.  Then a thing, which would have been amusing
+if it had not been so deeply human, happened.  She and John Sibley went
+out of the house together into the moonlit night, and the reaction seized
+them both at the same moment.  She gave a gulp and burst into tears, and
+he, though as tall as Crozier, also broke down, and they sat on the stump
+of a tree together, her hand in his, and cried like two children.
+
+"Never since I was a little runt--did I--never cried in thirty years--
+and here I am-leaking like a pail!"  Thus spoke John Sibley in gasps and
+squeezing Kitty's hand all the time unconsciously, but spontaneously, and
+as part of what he felt.  He would not, however, have dared to hold her
+hand on any other occasion, while always wanting to hold it, and wanting
+her also to share his not wholly reputed, though far from precarious,
+existence.  He had never got so far as to tell her that; but if she had
+understanding she would realise after to-night what he had in his mind.
+She, feeling her arm thrill with the magnetism of his very vital palm,
+had her turn at explanation.  "I wouldn't have broke down myself--it was
+all your fault," she said.  "I saw it--yes--in your face as we left the
+house.  I'm so glad it's over safe--no one belonging to him here, and not
+knowing if he'd wake up alive or not--I just was swamped."
+
+He took up the misty excuse and explanation.  "I had a feeling for him
+from the start; and then that Logan Trial to-day, and the way he talked
+out straight, and told the truth to shame the devil--it's what does a man
+good!  And going bung over a horserace--that's what got me too, where I
+was young and tender.  Swatted that Burlingame every time--one eye, two
+eyes all black, teeth out, nose flattened--called him an 'outrageous
+lawyer'--my, that last clip was a good one!  You bet he's a sport--
+Crozier."
+
+Kitty nodded eagerly while still wiping her red eyes.  "He made the judge
+smile--I saw it, not ten minutes before his honour put on the black cap.
+You couldn't have believed it, if you hadn't seen it--
+
+"Here, let go my hand," she added, suddenly conscious of the enormity
+John Sibley was committing by squeezing it now.
+
+It is perfectly true that she did not quite realise that he had taken
+her hand--that he had taken her hand.  She was conscious in a nice,
+sympathetic way that her hand had been taken, but it was lost in the
+abstraction of her emotion.
+
+"Oh, here, let it go quick!" she added--"and not because mother's
+coming, either," she added as the door opened and her mother came out--
+not to spy, not to reproach her daughter for sitting with a man in the
+moonlight at ten o'clock at night, but--good, practical soul--to bring
+them each a cup of beef-tea.
+
+"Here, you two," she said as she hurried to them.  "You need something
+after that business in there, and there isn't time to get supper ready.
+It's as good for you as supper, anyway.  I don't believe in underfeeding.
+Nothing's too good to swallow."
+
+She watched them sip the tea slowly like two schoolchildren.
+
+"And when you've drunk it you must go right to bed, Kitty," she added
+presently.  "You've had your own way, and you saw the thing through; but
+there's always a reaction, and you'll pay for it.  It wasn't fit work for
+a girl of your age; but I'm proud of your nerve, and I'm glad you showed
+the Young Doctor what you can do.  You've got your father's brains and my
+grit," she added with a sigh of satisfaction.  "Come along--bed now,
+Kitty.  If you get too tired you'll have bad dreams."
+
+Perhaps she was too tired.  In any case she had dreams.  Just as the
+great surgeon performed his operation over and over in his sleep, so
+Kitty Tynan, through long hours that night, and for many nights
+afterwards, saw the swift knives, helped to staunch the blood, held the
+basin, disinfected the instruments which had made an attack on the man
+of men in her eyes, and saw the wound stitched up--the last act of the
+business before the Young Doctor turned to her and said, "You'll do
+wherever you're put in life, Miss Kitty Tynan.  You're a great girl.
+And now get some fresh air and forget all about it."
+
+Forget all about it!  So, the Young Doctor knew what happened after a
+terrific experience like that!  In truth, he knew only too well.  Great
+surgeons do surgery only and have innumerable operations to give them
+skill; but a country physician and surgeon must be a sane being to keep
+his nerve when called on to use the knife, and he must have a more than
+usual gift for such business.  That is what the Young Doctor had; but he
+knew it was not easy to forget those scenes in which man carved the body
+of fellow-man, laying bare the very vitals of existence, seeing "the
+wheels go round."
+
+It haunted Kitty Tynan in the night-time, and perhaps it was that which
+toned down a little the colour of her face--the kind of difference of
+colouring there is between natural gold and 14-carat.  But in the daytime
+she was quite happy, and though there was haunting, it was Shiel Crozier
+who, first helpless, then convalescent, was haunted by her presence.  It
+gave him pleasure, but it was a pleasure which brought pain.  He was not
+so blind that he had not caught at her romance, in which he was the
+central figure--a romance which had not vanished since the day he
+declared in the court-room that he was married, or had been married.
+Kitty's eyes told their own story, and it made him uneasy and remorseful.
+Yet he could not remember when, even for an instant, he had played with
+her.  She had always seemed part of a simple family life for which he and
+Jesse Bulrush and her mother and the nurse-Nurse Egan-were responsible.
+What a blessing Nurse Egan had been!  Otherwise, all the nursing would
+have been performed by Kitty and her mother, and it might well have
+broken them down, for they were determined to nurse him themselves.
+
+When, however, Nurse Egan came back, two days after the operation was
+performed, they included her in the responsibility, as one of the family;
+and as she had no other important case on at the time, fortunately she
+could give Crozier almost undivided attention.  She had been at first
+disposed to keep Kitty out of the sick-chamber, as no place for a girl,
+but she soon abandoned that position, for Kitty was not the girl ever to
+think of impropriety.  She was primitive and she had rather a before-the-
+flood nature, but she had not the faintest vulgar strain in her.  Her
+mind was essentially pure; nothing material in her had been awakened.
+Her greatest joy was to do the many things for the patient which a nurse
+must do--prepare his food, give him drink, adjust his pillows, bathe his
+face and hands, take his temperature; and on his part he tried hard to
+disguise from her the apprehension he felt, and to avoid any hint by word
+or look that he saw anything save the actions of a kind heart.  True, her
+views as to what was proper and improper might possibly be on a different
+plane from his own.  For instance, he had seen girls of her station in
+the West kiss young men freely--men whom they had no thought of marrying;
+and that was not the custom of his own class in his home-country.
+
+As he got well slowly, and life opened out before him again, he felt he
+had to pursue a new course, and in that course he must take account of
+Kitty Tynan, though he could not decide how.  He had a deep confidence in
+the Young Doctor, in his judgment and his character; and it was almost
+inevitable that he should tell his life-story to the man whose skill had
+saved him from death in a strange land, with all undone he wanted to do
+ere he returned to a land which was not strange.
+
+The thing happened, as such things do happen, in a quite natural way one
+day when he and the Young Doctor were discussing the probable verdict
+against the man who had shot him--the trial was to come on soon, and once
+again Augustus Burlingame was to be counsel for the defence, and once
+again Crozier would have to appear in a witness-box.
+
+"I think you ought to know, Crozier, that, in view of the trial,
+Burlingame has written to a firm of lawyers in Kerry to get full
+information about your past," the Young Doctor said.
+
+Crozier gave one of those little jerks of the head characteristic of
+him and said: "Why, of course; I knew he would do that after I gave my
+evidence in the Logan Trial."  He raised himself on his elbow.  "I owe
+you a great deal," he added feelingly, "and I can't repay you in cash or
+kindness for what you have done; but it is due you to tell you my whole
+story, and that is what I propose to do now."
+
+"If you think--"
+
+"I do think; and also I want both Mrs. Tynan and her daughter to hear my
+story.  Better, truer friends a man could not have; and I want them to
+know the worst and the best there is, if there is any best.  They and you
+have trusted me, been too good to me, and what I said at the trial is not
+enough.  I want to do what I've never done before.  I want to tell
+everything.  It will do me good; and perhaps as I tell it I'll see myself
+and everything else in a truer light than I've yet seen it all."
+
+"You are sure you want Mrs. Tynan and her daughter to hear?"
+
+"Absolutely sure."
+
+"They are not in your rank in life, you know."
+
+"They are my friends, and I owe them more than I can say.  There is
+nothing they cannot or should not hear.  I can say that at least."
+
+"Shall I ask them to come?"
+
+"Yes.  Give me a swig of water first.  It won't be easy, but--"
+
+He held out his hand, and the Young Doctor grasped it.
+
+Suddenly the latter said: "You are sure you will not be sorry?  That it
+is not a mood of the moment due to physical weakness?"
+
+"Quite sure.  I determined on it the day I was shot--and before I was
+shot."
+
+"All right."  The Young Doctor disappeared.
+
+
+
+
+ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
+
+Anny man as is a man has to have one vice
+Her moral standard had not a multitude of delicate punctilios
+Law's delays outlasted even the memory of the crime committed
+She looked too gay to be good
+They had seen the world through the bottom of a tumbler
+
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