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+THE MARCH OF THE WHITE GUARD
+
+By Gilbert Parker
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+
+"Ask Mr. Hume to come here for a moment, Gosse," said Field, the chief
+factor, as he turned from the frosty window of his office at Fort
+Providence, one of the Hudson's Bay Company's posts.  The servant, or
+more properly, Orderly-Sergeant Gosse, late of the Scots Guards, departed
+on his errand, glancing curiously at his master's face as he did so.  The
+chief factor, as he turned round, unclasped his hands from behind him,
+took a few steps forward, then standing still in the centre of the room,
+read carefully through a letter which he had held in the fingers of his
+right hand for the last ten minutes as he scanned the wastes of snow
+stretching away beyond Great Slave Lake to the arctic circle.  He
+meditated a moment, went back to the window, looked out again, shook his
+head negatively, and with a sigh, walked over to the huge fireplace.  He
+stood thoughtfully considering the floor until the door opened and sub-
+factor Jaspar Hume entered.
+
+The factor looked up and said: "Hume, I've something here that's been
+worrying me a bit.  This letter came in the monthly batch this morning.
+It is from a woman.  The company sends another commending the cause of
+the woman and urging us to do all that is possible to meet her wishes.
+It seems that her husband is a civil engineer of considerable fame.  He
+had a commission to explore the Coppermine region and a portion of the
+Barren Grounds.  He was to be gone six months.  He has been gone a year.
+He left Fort Good Hope, skirted Great Bear Lake, and reached the
+Coppermine River.  Then he sent back all of the Indians who accompanied
+him but two, they bearing the message that he would make the Great Fish
+River and come down by Great Slave Lake to Fort Providence.  That was
+nine months ago.  He has not come here, nor to any other of the forts,
+so far as is known, nor has any word been received from him.  His wife,
+backed by the H.B.C., urges that a relief party be sent to look for him.
+They and she forget that this is the arctic region, and that the task is
+a well-nigh hopeless one.  He ought to have been here six months ago.
+Now how can we do anything?  Our fort is small, and there is always
+danger of trouble with the Indians.  We can't force men to join a relief
+party like this, and who will volunteer?  Who would lead such a party and
+who will make up the party to be led?"
+
+The brown face of Jaspar Hume was not mobile.  It changed in
+expression but seldom; it preserved a steady and satisfying character
+of intelligence and force.  The eyes, however, were of an inquiring,
+debating kind, that moved from one thing to another as if to get a sense
+of balance before opinion or judgment was expressed.  The face had
+remained impassive, but the eyes had kindled a little as the factor
+talked.  To the factor's despairing question there was not an immediate
+reply.  The eyes were debating.  But they suddenly steadied and Jaspar
+Hume said sententiously: "A relief party should go."
+
+"Yes, yes, but who is to lead them?"
+
+Again the eyes debated.
+
+"Read her letter," said the factor, handing it over.  Jaspar Hume took it
+and mechanically scanned it.  The factor had moved towards the table for
+his pipe or he would have seen the other start, and his nostrils slightly
+quiver, as his eyes grew conscious of what they were seeing.  Turning
+quickly, Hume walked towards the window as though for more light, and
+with his back to the factor he read the letter.  Then he turned and said:
+"I think this thing should be done."
+
+The factor shrugged his shoulders slightly.  "Well, as to that, I think
+so too, but thinking and doing are two different things, Hume."
+
+"Will you leave the matter in my hands until the morning?"
+
+"Yes, of course, and glad to do so.  You are the only man who can arrange
+the affair, if it is to be done at all.  But I tell you, as you know,
+that everything will depend upon a leader, even if you secure the men....
+So you had better keep the letter for to-night.  It may help you to get
+the men together.  A woman's handwriting will do more than a man's word
+any time."
+
+Jaspar Hume's eyes had been looking at the factor, but they were studying
+something else.  His face seemed not quite so fresh as it was a few
+minutes before.
+
+"I will see you at ten o'clock to-morrow morning, Mr. Field," he said
+quietly.  "Will you let Gosse come to me in an hour?"
+
+"Certainly.  Good-night."
+
+Jaspar Hume let himself out.  He walked across a small square to a log
+house and opened a door which creaked and shrieked with the frost.
+A dog sprang upon him as he did so, and rubbed its head against his
+breast.  He touched the head as if it had been that of a child,
+and said: "Lie down, Bouche."
+
+It did so, but it watched him as he doffed his dogskin cap and buffalo
+coat.  He looked round the room slowly once as though he wished to fix it
+clearly and deeply in his mind.  Then he sat down and held near the
+firelight the letter the factor had given him.  His features grew stern
+and set as he read it.  Once he paused in the reading and looked into the
+fire, drawing his breath sharply between his teeth.  Then he read it to
+the end without a sign.  A pause, and he said aloud: "So this is how the
+lines meet again, Varre Lepage!"  He read the last sentence of the letter
+aloud:
+
+     In the hope that you may soon give me good news of my husband,
+     I am, with all respect,
+
+                              Faithfully yours,
+
+                                             ROSE LEPAGE.
+
+Again he repeated: "With all respect, faithfully yours, Rose Lepage."
+
+The dog Bouche looked up.  Perhaps it detected something unusual in the
+voice.  It rose, came over, and laid its head on its master's knee.
+Hume's hand fell gently on the head, and he said to the fire: "Ah, Rose
+Lepage, you can write to Factor Field what you dare not write to your
+husband if you knew.  You might say to him then, 'With all love,' but not
+'With all respect.'"
+
+He folded the letter and put it in his pocket.  Then he took the dog's
+head between his hands and said: "Listen, Bouche, and I will tell you a
+story."  The dog blinked, and pushed its nose against his arm.
+
+"Ten years ago two young men who had studied and graduated together at
+the same college were struggling together in their profession as civil
+engineers.  One was Clive Lepage and the other was Jaspar Hume.  The one
+was brilliant and persuasive, the other, persistent and studious.  Lepage
+could have succeeded in any profession; Hume had only heart and mind for
+one.
+
+"Only for one, Bouche, you understand.  He lived in it, he loved it, he
+saw great things to be achieved in it.  He had got an idea.  He worked at
+it night and day, he thought it out, he developed it, he perfected it,
+he was ready to give it to the world.  But he was seized with illness,
+became blind, and was ordered to a warm climate for a year.  He left his
+idea, his invention, behind him--his complete idea.  While he was gone
+his bosom friend stole his perfected idea--yes, stole it, and sold it
+for twenty thousand dollars.  He was called a genius, a great inventor.
+And then he married her.  You don't know her, Bouche.  You never saw
+beautiful Rose Varcoe, who, liking two men, chose the one who was
+handsome and brilliant, and whom the world called a genius.  Why didn't
+Jaspar Hume expose him, Bouche?  Proof is not always easy, and then he
+had to think of her.  One has to think of a woman in such a case, Bouche.
+Even a dog can see that."
+
+He was silent for a moment, and then he said: "Come, Bouche.  You will
+keep secret what I show you."
+
+He went to a large box in the corner, unlocked it, and took out a model
+made of brass and copper and smooth but unpolished wood.
+
+"After ten years of banishment, Bouche, Hume has worked out another idea,
+you see.  It should be worth ten times the other, and the world called
+the other the work of a genius, dog."
+
+Then he became silent, the animal watching him the while.  It had seen
+him working at this model for many a day, but had never heard him talk so
+much at a time as he had done this last ten minutes.  He was generally a
+silent man--decisive even to severity, careless carriers and shirking
+under-officers thought.  Yet none could complain that he was unjust.  He
+was simply straight-forward, and he had no sympathy with those who had
+not the same quality.  He had carried a drunken Indian on his back for
+miles, and from a certain death by frost.  He had, for want of a more
+convenient punishment, promptly knocked down Jeff Hyde, the sometime
+bully of the fort, for appropriating a bundle of furs belonging to a
+French half-breed, Gaspe Toujours.  But he nursed Jeff Hyde through an
+attack of pneumonia, insisting at the same time that Gaspe Toujours
+should help him.  The result of it all was that Jeff Hyde and Gaspe
+Toujours became constant allies.  They both formulated their oaths by
+Jaspar Hume.  The Indian, Cloud-in-the-Sky, though by word never thanking
+his rescuer, could not be induced to leave the fort, except on some
+mission with which Jaspar Hume was connected.  He preferred living an
+undignified, un-Indian life, and earning food and shelter by coarsely
+labouring with his hands.  He came at least twice a week to Hume's log
+house, and, sitting down silent and cross-legged before the fire, watched
+the sub-factor working at his drawings and calculations.  Sitting so for
+perhaps an hour or more, and smoking all the time, he would rise, and
+with a grunt, which was answered by a kindly nod, would pass out as
+silently as he came.
+
+And now as Jaspar Hume stood looking at his "Idea," Cloud-in-the-Sky
+entered, let his blanket fall by the hearthstone and sat down upon it.
+If Hume saw him or heard him, he at least gave no sign at first.  But he
+said at last in a low tone to the dog: "It is finished, Bouche; it is
+ready for the world."
+
+Then he put it back, locked the box, and turned towards Cloud-in-the-Sky
+and the fireplace.  The Indian grunted; the other nodded with the
+debating look again dominant in his eyes.  The Indian met the look with
+satisfaction.  There was something in Jaspar Hume's habitual reticence
+and decisiveness in action which appealed more to Cloud-in-the-Sky than
+any freedom of speech could possibly have done.
+
+Hume sat down, handed the Indian a pipe and tobacco, and, with arms
+folded, watched the fire.  For half an hour they sat so, white man,
+Indian, and dog.  Then Hume rose, went to a cupboard, took out some
+sealing wax and matches, and in a moment melted wax was dropping upon the
+lock of the box containing his Idea.  He had just finished this as
+Sergeant Gosse knocked at the door, and immediately afterwards entered
+the room.
+
+"Gosse," said the sub-factor, "find Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, and Late
+Carscallen, and bring them here."  Sergeant Gosse immediately departed
+upon this errand.  Hume then turned to the Indian, and said "Cloud-in-
+the-Sky, I want you to go a long journey hereaway to the Barren Grounds.
+Have twelve dogs ready by nine to-morrow morning."
+
+Cloud-in-the-Sky shook his head thoughtfully, and then after a pause
+said: "Strong-back go too?"  Strongback was his name for the sub-factor.
+But the other either did not or would not hear.  The Indian, however,
+appeared satisfied, for he smoked harder afterwards, and grunted to
+himself many times.  A few moments passed, and then Sergeant Gosse
+entered, followed by Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, and Late Carscallen.
+Late Carscallen had got his name "Late" from having been called "The Late
+Mr. Carscallen" by the chief factor because of his slowness.  Slow as he
+was, however, the stout Scotsman had more than once proved himself a man
+of rare merit according to Hume's ideas.  He was, of course, the last to
+enter.
+
+The men grouped themselves about the fire, Late Carscallen getting the
+coldest corner.  Each man drew his tobacco from his pocket, and, cutting
+it, waited for Hume to speak.  His eyes were debating as they rested on
+the four.  Then he took out Mrs. Lepage's letter, and, with the group
+looking at him, he read it aloud.  When it was finished, Cloud-in-the-Sky
+gave a guttural assent, and Gaspe Toujours, looking at Jeff Hyde, said:
+"It is cold in the Barren Grounds.  We shall need much tabac."  These men
+could read without difficulty Hume's reason for summoning them.  To Gaspe
+Toujours' remark Jeff Hyde nodded affirmatively, and then all looked at
+Late Carscallen.  He opened his heavy jaws once or twice with an animal-
+like sound, and then he said, in a general kind of way:
+
+"To the Barren Grounds.  But who leads?"
+
+Hume was writing on a slip of paper, and he did not reply.  The faces of
+three of them showed just a shade of anxiety.  They guessed who it would
+be, but they were not sure.  Cloud-in-the-Sky, however, grunted at them,
+and raised the bowl of his pipe towards the subfactor.  The anxiety then
+seemed to disappear.
+
+For ten minutes more they sat so, all silent.  Then Hume rose, handed the
+slip of paper to Sergeant Gosse, and said: "Attend to that at once,
+Gosse.  Examine the food and blankets closely."
+
+The five were left alone.
+
+Then Hume spoke: "Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, Late Carscallen, and Cloud-
+in-the-Sky, this man, alive or dead, is between here and the Barren
+Grounds.  He must be found--for his wife's sake."
+
+He handed Jeff Hyde her letter.  Jeff rubbed his fingers before he
+touched the delicate and perfumed missive.  Its delicacy seemed to
+bewilder him.  He said: in a rough but kindly way: "Hope to die if I
+don't," and passed it on to Gaspe Toujours, who did not find it necessary
+to speak.  His comrade had answered for him.  Late Carscallen held it
+inquisitively for a moment, and then his jaws opened and shut as if he
+were about to speak.  But before he did so Hume said: "It is a long
+journey and a hard one.  Those who go may never come back.  But this man
+was working for his country, and he has got a wife--a good wife."  He
+held up the letter.  "Late Carscallen wants to know who will lead you.
+Can't you trust me?  I will give you a leader that you will follow to the
+Barren Grounds.  To-morrow you will know who he is.  Are you satisfied?
+Will you do it?"
+
+The four rose, and Cloud-in-the-Sky nodded approvingly many times.  Hume
+held out his hand.  Each man shook it, Jeff Hyde first.  Then he said:
+"Close up ranks for the H.B.C.!"  (H.B.C.  meaning, of course, Hudson's
+Bay Company.)
+
+With a good man to lead them, these four would have stormed, alone, the
+Heights of Balaklava.
+
+Once more Hume spoke.  "Go to Gosse and get your outfits at nine to-
+morrow morning.  Cloud-in-the-Sky, have your sleds at the store at eight
+o'clock, to be loaded.  Then all meet me at 10.15 at the office of the
+chief factor.  Good night."
+
+As they passed out into the semi-arctic night, Late Carscallen with an
+unreal obstinacy said: "Slow march to the Barren Grounds--but who leads?"
+
+Left alone Hume sat down to the pine table at one end of the room and
+after a short hesitation began to write.  For hours he sat there, rising
+only to put wood on the fire.  The result was three letters: the largest
+addressed to a famous society in London, one to a solicitor in Montreal,
+and one to Mr. Field, the chief factor.  They were all sealed carefully.
+Then he rose, took out his knife, and went over to the box as if to break
+the red seal.  He paused, however, sighed, and put the knife back again.
+As he did so he felt something touch his leg.  It was the dog.
+
+Hume drew in a sharp breath and said: "It was all ready, Bouche; and in
+another six months I should have been in London with it.  But it will go
+whether I go or not--whether I go or not, Bouche."
+
+The dog sprang up and put his head against his master's breast.
+
+"Good dog, good dog, it's all right, Bouche; however it goes, it's all
+right," said Hume.
+
+Then the dog lay down and watched his master until he drew the blankets
+to his chin, and sleep drew oblivion over a fighting soul.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+At ten o'clock next morning Jaspar Hume presented himself at the chief
+factor's office.  He bore with him the letters he had written the night
+before.
+
+The factor said: "Well, Hume, I am glad to see you.  That woman's letter
+was on my mind all night.  Have you anything to propose?  I suppose not,"
+he added despairingly, as he looked closely into the face of the other.
+"Yes, Mr. Field, I propose that the expedition start at noon to-day."
+
+"Start-at noon-to-day?"
+
+"In two hours."
+
+"Who are the party?"
+
+"Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, Late Carscallen, and Cloud-in-the-Sky."
+
+"Who leads them, Hume?  Who leads?"
+
+"With your permission, I do."
+
+"You?  But, man, consider the danger and--your invention!"
+
+"I have considered all.  Here are three letters.  If we do not come back
+in three months, you will please send this one, with the box in my room,
+to the address on the envelope.  This is for a solicitor in Montreal,
+which you will also forward as soon as possible; and this last one is for
+yourself; but you will not open it until the three months have passed.
+Have I your permission to lead these men?  They would not go without me."
+
+"I know that, I know that, Hume.  I can't say no.  Go, and good luck go
+with you."
+
+Here the manly old factor turned away his head.  He knew that Hume had
+done right.  He knew the possible sacrifice this man was making of all
+his hopes, of his very life; and his sound Scotch heart appreciated the
+act to the full.  But he did not know all.  He did not know that Jaspar
+Hume was starting to search for the man who had robbed him of youth and
+hope and genius and home.
+
+"Here is a letter that the wife has written to her husband on the chance
+of his getting it.  You will take it with you, Hume.  And the other she
+wrote to me--shall I keep it?"  He held out his hand.
+
+"No, sir, I will keep it, if you will allow me.  It is my commission, you
+know."  The shadow of a smile hovered about Hume's lips.
+
+The factor smiled kindly as he replied: "Ah, yes, your commission--
+Captain Jaspar Hume of--of what?"  Just then the door opened and there
+entered the four men who had sat before the sub-factor's fire the night
+before.  They were dressed in white blanket costumes from head to foot,
+white woollen capotes covering the grey fur caps they wore.  Jaspar Hume
+ran his eye over them and then answered the factor's question: "Of the
+White Guard, sir."
+
+"Good," was the reply.  "Men, you are going on a relief expedition.
+There will be danger.  You need a good leader.  You have one in Captain
+Hume."
+
+Jeff Hyde shook his head at the others with a pleased I-told-you-so
+expression; Cloud-in-the-Sky grunted his deep approval; and Late
+Carscallen smacked his lips in a satisfied manner and rubbed his leg with
+a schoolboy sense of enjoyment.  The factor continued: "In the name of
+the Hudson's Bay Company I will say that if you come back, having done
+your duty faithfully, you shall be well rewarded.  And I believe you will
+come back, if it is in human power to do so."
+
+Here Jeff Hyde said: "It isn't for reward we're doin' it, Mr. Field, but
+because Mr. Hume wished it, because we believed he'd lead us; and for the
+lost fellow's wife.  We wouldn't have said we'd do it, if it wasn't for
+him that's just called us the White Guard."
+
+Under the bronze of the sub-factor's face there spread a glow more red
+than brown, and he said simply: "Thank you, men"--for they had all nodded
+assent to Jeff Hyde's words--"come with me to the store.  We will start
+at noon."
+
+At noon the White Guard stood in front of the store on which the British
+flag was hoisted with another beneath it bearing the magic letters,
+H.B.C.:  magic, because they opened to the world regions that seemed
+destined never to know the touch of civilisation.  The few inhabitants of
+the fort were gathered at the store; the dogs and loaded sleds were at
+the door.  It wanted but two minutes to twelve when Hume came from his
+house, dressed also in the white blanket costume, and followed by his
+dog, Bouche.  In a moment more he had placed Bouche at the head of the
+first team of dogs.  They were to have their leader too.  Punctually at
+noon, Hume shook hands with the factor, said a quick good-bye to the
+rest, called out a friendly "How!" to the Indians standing near, and
+to the sound of a hearty cheer, heartier perhaps because none had a
+confident hope that the five would come back, the march of the White
+Guard began.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+It was eighteen days after.  In the shadow of a little island of pines,
+that lies in a shivering waste of ice and snow, the White Guard were
+camped.  They were able to do this night what they had not done for days
+--dig a great grave of snow, and building a fire of pine wood at each end
+of this strange house, get protection and something like comfort.  They
+sat silent close to the fires.  Jaspar Hume was writing with numbed
+fingers.  The extract that follows is taken from his diary.  It tells
+that day's life, and so gives an idea of harder, sterner days that they
+had spent and must yet spend, on this weary journey.
+
+     December 25th.--This is Christmas Day and Camp twenty-seven.  We
+     have marched only five miles to-day.  We are eighty miles from Great
+     Fish River, and the worst yet to do.  We have discovered no signs.
+     Jeff Hyde has had a bad two days with his frozen foot.  Gaspe
+     Toujours helps him nobly.  One of the dogs died this morning.
+     Bouche is a great leader.  This night's shelter is a god-send.
+     Cloud-in-the-Sky has a plan whereby some of us will sleep well.  We
+     are in latitude 63deg 47' and longitude 112deg 32' 14".  Have worked
+     out lunar observations.  Have marked a tree JH/27 and raised cairn
+     No. 3.
+
+     We are able to celebrate Christmas Day with a good basin of tea and
+     our stand-by of beans cooked in fat.  I was right about them: they
+     have great sustaining power.  To-morrow we will start at ten
+     o'clock.
+
+The writing done, Jaspar Hume put his book away and turned towards the
+rest.  Cloud-in-the-Sky and Late Carscallen were smoking.  Little could
+be seen of their faces; they were snuffled to the eyes.  Gaspe Toujours
+was drinking a basin of tea, and Jeff Hyde was fitfully dozing by the
+fire.  The dogs were above in the tent--all but Bouche, who was permitted
+to be near his master.  Presently the sub-factor rose, took from a
+knapsack a small tin pail, and put it near the fire.  Then he took five
+little cups that fitted snugly into each other, separated them, and put
+them also near the fire.  None of the party spoke.  A change seemed to
+pass over the faces of all except Cloud-in-the-Sky.  He smoked on
+unmoved.  At length Hume spoke cheerily: "Now, men, before we turn in
+we'll do something in honour of the day.  Liquor we none of us have
+touched since we started; but back there in the fort, and maybe in other
+places too, they will be thinking of us; so we'll drink a health to them,
+though it's but a spoonful, and to the day when we see them again!"
+
+The cups were passed round.  The sub-factor measured out a very small
+portion to each.  They were not men of uncommon sentiment; their lives
+were rigid and isolated and severe.  Fireside comforts under fortunate
+conditions they saw but seldom, and they were not given to expressing
+their feelings demonstratively.  But each man then, save Cloud-in-the-
+Sky, had some memory worth a resurrection.
+
+Jaspar Hume raised his cup; the rest followed his example.  "To absent
+friends and the day when we see them again!" he said; and they all
+drank.  Gaspe Toujours drank solemnly, and, as though no one was near,
+made the sign of the cross; for his memory was with a dark-eyed, soft-
+cheeked habitant girl of the parish of Saint Gabrielle, whom he had left
+behind seven years before, and had never seen since.  Word had come from
+the parish priest that she was dying, and though he wrote back in his
+homely patois of his grief, and begged that the good father would write
+again, no word had ever come.  He thought of her now as one for whom the
+candles had been lighted and masses had been said.
+
+But Jeff Hyde's eyes were bright, and suffering as he was, the heart in
+him was brave and hopeful.  He was thinking of a glorious Christmas Day
+upon the Madawaska River three years agone; of Adam Henry, the blind
+fiddler; of bright, warm-hearted Pattie Chown, the belle of the ball, and
+the long drive home in the frosty night.
+
+Late Carscallen was thinking of a brother whom he had heard preach his
+first sermon in Edinburgh twenty years before.  And Late Carscallen, slow
+of speech and thought, had been full of pride and love of that brilliant
+brother.  In the natural course of things, they had drifted apart, the
+slow and uncouth one to make his home at last in the Far North, and to be
+this night on his way to the Barren Grounds.  But as he stood with the
+cup to his lips he recalled the words of a newspaper paragraph of a few
+months before.  It stated that "the Reverend James Carscallen, D.D.,
+preached before Her Majesty on Whitsunday, and had the honour of lunching
+with Her Majesty afterwards."  Remembering that, Late Carscallen rubbed
+his left hand joyfully against his blanketed leg and drank.
+
+Cloud-in-the-Sky's thoughts were with the present, and his "Ugh!" of
+approval was one of the senses purely.  Instead of drinking to absent
+friends he looked at the sub-factor and said: "How!"  He drank to the
+subfactor.
+
+Jaspar Hume had a memory of childhood; of a house beside a swift-flowing
+river, where a gentle widowed mother braced her heart against misfortune
+and denied herself and slaved that her son might be educated.  He had
+said to her that some day he would be a great man, and she would be paid
+back a hundredfold.  And he had worked hard at school, very hard.  But
+one cold day of spring a message came to the school, and he sped
+homewards to the house beside the dark river down which the ice was
+floating,--he would remember that floating ice to his last day, and
+entered a quiet room where a white-faced woman was breathing away her
+life.  And he fell at her side and kissed her hand and called to her; and
+she waked for a moment only and smiled on him, and said: "Be good, my
+boy, and God will make you great."  Then she said she was cold, and some
+one felt her feet--a kind old soul who shook her head sadly at him; and
+a voice, rising out of a strange smiling languor, murmured: "I'll away,
+I'll away to the Promised Land--to the Promised Land.  .  .  .  It is
+cold--so cold--God keep my boy!"  Then the voice ceased, and the kind
+old soul who had looked at him, pityingly folded her arms about him, and
+drawing his brown head to her breast, kissed him with flowing eyes and
+whispered: "Come away, laddie, come away."
+
+But he came back in the night and sat beside her, and remained there till
+the sun grew bright, and then through another day and night, until they
+bore her out of the little house by the river to the frozen hill-side.
+
+Sitting here in this winter desolation Jaspar Hume once more beheld these
+scenes of twenty years before and followed himself, a poor dispensing
+clerk in a doctor's office, working for that dream of achievement in
+which his mother believed; for which she hoped.  And following further
+the boy that was himself, he saw a friendless first-year man at college,
+soon, however, to make a friend of Clive Lepage, and to see always the
+best of that friend, being himself so true.  At last the day came when
+they both graduated together in science, a bright and happy day,
+succeeded by one still brighter, when they both entered a great firm as
+junior partners.  Afterwards befell the meeting with Rose Varcoe; and he
+thought of how he praised his friend Lepage to her, and brought him to be
+introduced to her.  He recalled all those visions that came to him when,
+his professional triumphs achieved, he should have a happy home, and
+happy faces by his fireside.  And the face was to be that of Rose Varcoe,
+and the others, faces of those who should be like her and like himself.
+He saw, or rather felt, that face clouded and anxious when he went away
+ill and blind for health's sake.  He did not write to her.  The doctors
+forbade him that.  He did not ask her to write, for his was so steadfast
+a nature that he did not need letters to keep him true; and he thought
+she must be the same.  He did not understand a woman's heart, how it
+needs remembrances, and needs to give remembrances.
+
+Hume's face in the light of this fire seemed calm and cold, yet behind it
+was an agony of memory--the memory of the day when he discovered that
+Lepage was married to Rose, and that the trusted friend had grown famous
+and well-to-do on the offspring of his brain.  His first thought had been
+one of fierce determination to expose this man who had falsified all
+trust.  But then came the thought of the girl, and, most of all, there
+came the words of his dying mother, "Be good, my boy, and God will make
+you great"; and for his mother's sake he had compassion on the girl, and
+sought no restitution from her husband.  And now, ten years later, he did
+not regret that he had stayed his hand.  The world had ceased to call
+Lepage a genius.  He had not fulfilled the hope once held of him.  Hume
+knew this from occasional references in scientific journals.
+
+And now he was making this journey to save, if he could, Lepage's life.
+Though just on the verge of a new era in his career--to give to the world
+the fruit of ten years' thought and labour, he had set all behind him,
+that he might be true to the friendship of his youth, that he might be
+clear of the strokes of conscience to the last hour of his life.
+
+Looking round him now, the debating look came again into his eyes.  He
+placed his hand in his breast, and let it rest there for a moment.  The
+look became certain and steady, the hand was drawn out, and in it was a
+Book of Common Prayer.  Upon the fly-leaf was written: "Jane Hume, to her
+dear son Jaspar, on his twelfth birthday."
+
+These men of the White Guard were not used to religious practices,
+whatever their past had been in that regard, and at any other time they
+might have been surprised at this action of their leader.  Under some
+circumstances it might have lessened their opinion of him; but his
+influence over them now was complete.  They knew they were getting nearer
+to him than they had ever done; even Cloud-in-the-Sky appreciated that.
+Hume spoke no word to them, but looked at them and stood up.  They all
+did the same, Jeff Hyde leaning on the shoulders of Gaspe Toujours.  He
+read first, four verses of the Thirty-first Psalm, then followed the
+prayer of St. Chrysostom, and the beautiful collect which appeals to the
+Almighty to mercifully look upon the infirmities of men, and to stretch
+forth His hand to keep and defend them in all dangers and necessities.
+Late Carscallen, after a long pause, said "Amen," and Jeff said in a
+whisper to Gaspe Toujours: "That's to the point.  Infirmities and dangers
+and necessities is what troubles us."
+
+Immediately after, at a sign from the sub-factor, Cloud-in-the-Sky began
+to transfer the burning wood from one fire to the other until only hot
+ashes were left where a great blaze had been.  Over these ashes pine
+twigs and branches were spread, and over them again blankets.  The word
+was then given to turn in, and Jeff Hyde, Gaspe Toujours, and Late
+Carscallen lay down in this comfortable bed.  Each wished to give way to
+their captain, but he would not consent.  He and Cloud-in-the-Sky wrapped
+themselves in their blankets like mummies, covering the head completely,
+and under the arctic sky they slept alone in an austere and tenantless
+world.  They never know how loftily sardonic Nature can be who have not
+seen that land where the mercury freezes in the tubes, and there is light
+but no warmth in the smile of the sun.  Not Sturt in the heart of
+Australia with the mercury bursting the fevered tubes, with the finger-
+nails breaking like brittle glass, with the ink drying instantly on the
+pen, with the hair fading and falling off, would, if he could, have
+exchanged his lot for that of the White Guard.  They were in a frozen
+endlessness that stretched away to a world where never voice of man or
+clip of wing or tread of animal is heard.  It is the threshold to the
+undiscovered country, to that untouched north whose fields of white are
+only furrowed by the giant forces of the elements; on whose frigid
+hearthstone no fire is ever lit; where the electric phantoms of a
+nightless land pass and repass, and are never still; where the magic
+needle points not towards the north but darkly downward; where the sun
+never stretches warm hands to him who dares confront the terrors of
+eternal snow.
+
+The White Guard slept.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+"No, Captain; leave me here and push on to Manitou Mountain.  You ought
+to make it in two days.  I'm just as safe here as on the sleds, and less
+trouble.  A blind man's no good.  I'll have a good rest while you're
+gone, and then perhaps my eyes will come out right.  My foot's nearly
+well now."
+
+Jeff Hyde was snow-blind.  The giant of the party had suffered most.
+
+But Hume said in reply: "I won't leave you alone.  The dogs can carry you
+as they've done for the last ten days."
+
+But Jeff replied: "I'm as safe here as marching, and safer.  When the
+dogs are not carrying me, nor any one leading me, you can get on faster;
+and that means everything to us, now don't it?"
+
+Hume met the eyes of Gaspe Toujours.  He read them.  Then he said to
+Jeff: "It shall be as you wish.  Late Carscallen, Cloud-in-the-Sky, and
+myself will push on to Manitou Mountain.  You and Gaspe Toujours will
+remain here."
+
+Jeff Hyde's blind eyes turned towards Gaspe Toujours, who said: "Yes.
+We have plenty tabac."
+
+A tent was set up, provisions were put in it, a spirit-lamp and matches
+were added, and the simple menage was complete.  Not quite.  Jaspar Hume
+looked round.  There was not a tree in sight.  He stooped and cut away a
+pole that was used for strengthening the runners of the sleds, fastened
+it firmly in the ground, and tied to it a red woollen scarf, used for
+tightening his white blankets round him.  Then he said: "Be sure and keep
+that flying."
+
+Jeff's face was turned towards the north.  The blindman's instinct was
+coming to him.  Far off white eddying drifts were rising over long
+hillocks of snow.  When he turned round again his face was troubled.
+It grew more troubled, then it brightened up again, and he said to Hume:
+"Captain, would you leave that book with me till you come back--that
+about infirmities, dangers, and necessities?  I knew a river-boss who
+used to carry an old spelling-book round with him for luck.  It seems to
+me as if that book of yours, Captain, would bring luck to this part of
+the White Guard, that bein' out at heels like has to stay behind."
+
+Hume had borne the sufferings of his life with courage; he had led this
+terrible tramp with no tremor at his heart for himself; he was seeking to
+perform a perilous act without any inward shrinking; but Jeff's request
+was the greatest trial of this critical period in his life.
+
+Jeff felt, if he could not see, the hesitation of his chief.  His rough
+but kind instincts told him something was wrong, and he hastened to add:
+"Beg your pardon, Mr. Hume, it ain't no matter.  I oughtn't have asked
+you for it.  But it's just like me.  I've been a chain on the leg of the
+White Guard this whole tramp."
+
+The moment of hesitation had passed before Jeff had said half-a-dozen
+words, and Hume put the book in his hands with the words: "No, Jeff, take
+it.  It will bring luck to the White Guard.  Keep it safe until I come
+back."
+
+Jeff took the book, but hearing a guttural "Ugh" behind him, he turned
+round defiantly.  Cloud-in-the-Sky touched his arm and said: "Good!
+Strong-back book--good!"  Jeff was satisfied.
+
+At this point they parted, Jeff and Gaspe Toujours remaining, and Hume
+and his two followers going on towards Manitou Mountain.  There seemed
+little probability that Clive Lepage would be found.  In their progress
+eastward and northward they had covered wide areas of country, dividing
+and meeting again after stated hours of travel, but not a sign had been
+seen; neither cairn nor staff nor any mark of human presence.
+
+Hume had noticed Jeff Hyde's face when it was turned to the eddying
+drifts of the north, and he understood what was in the experienced
+huntsman's mind.  He knew that severe weather was before them, and that
+the greatest danger of the journey was to be encountered.
+
+That night they saw Manitou Mountain, cold, colossal, harshly calm; and
+jointly with that sight there arose a shrieking, biting, fearful north
+wind.  It blew upon them in cruel menace of conquest, in piercing
+inclemency.  It struck a freezing terror to their hearts, and grew in
+violent attack until, as if repenting that it had foregone its power to
+save, the sun suddenly grew red and angry, and spread out a shield of
+blood along the bastions of the west.  The wind shrank back and grew less
+murderous, and ere the last red arrow shot up behind the lonely western
+wall of white, the three knew that the worst of the storm had passed and
+that death had drawn back for a time.  What Hume thought may be gathered
+from his diary; for ere he crawled in among the dogs and stretched
+himself out beside Bouche, he wrote these words with aching fingers:
+
+     January 10th: Camp 39.--A bitter day.  We are facing three fears
+     now: the fate of those we left behind; Lepage's fate; and the going
+     back.  We are twenty miles from Manitou Mountain.  If he is found,
+     I should not fear the return journey; success gives hope.  But we
+     trust in God.
+
+Another day passed and at night, after a hard march, they camped five
+miles from Manitou Mountain.  And not a sign!  But Hume felt there was a
+faint chance of Lepage being found at this mountain.  His iron frame had
+borne the hardships of this journey well; his strong heart better.  But
+this night an unaccountable weakness possessed him.  Mind and body were
+on the verge of helplessness.  Bouche seemed to understand this, and when
+he was unhitched from the team of dogs, now dwindled to seven, he leaped
+upon his master's breast.  It was as if some instinct of sympathy, of
+prescience, was passing between the man and the dog.  Hume bent his head
+down to Bouche for an instant and rubbed his side kindly; then he said,
+with a tired accent: "It's all right, old dog, it's all right."
+
+Hume did not sleep well at first, but at length oblivion came.  He waked
+to feel Bouche tugging at his blankets.  It was noon.  Late Carscallen
+and Cloud-in-the-Sky were still sleeping--inanimate bundles among the
+dogs.  In an hour they were on their way again, and towards sunset they
+had reached the foot of Manitou Mountain.  Abruptly from the plain rose
+this mighty mound, blue and white upon a black base.  A few straggling
+pines grew near its foot, defying latitude, as the mountain itself defied
+the calculations of geographers and geologists.  A halt was called.  Late
+Carscallen and Cloud-in-the-Sky looked at the chief.  His eyes were
+scanning the mountain closely.  Suddenly he motioned.  A hundred feet up
+there was a great round hole in the solid rock, and from this hole there
+came a feeble cloud of smoke!  The other two saw also.  Cloud-in-the-Sky
+gave a wild whoop, and from the mountain there came, a moment after, a
+faint replica of the sound.  It was not an echo, for there appeared at
+the mouth of the cave an Indian, who made feeble signs for them to come.
+In a little while they were at the cave.  As Jaspar Hume entered, Cloud-
+in-the-Sky and the stalwart but emaciated Indian who had beckoned to them
+spoke to each other in the Chinook language, the jargon common to all
+Indians of the West.
+
+Jaspar Hume saw a form reclining on a great bundle of pine branches,
+and he knew what Rose Lepage had prayed for was come to pass.  By the
+flickering light of a handful of fire he saw Lepage--rather what was left
+of him--a shadow of energy, a heap of nerveless bones.  His eyes were
+shut, but as Hume, with a quiver of memory and sympathy at his heart,
+stood for an instant, and looked at the man whom he had cherished as a
+friend and found an enemy, Lepage's lips moved and a weak voice said:
+"Who is there?"
+
+"A friend."
+
+"Come-near-me,--friend."
+
+Hume made a motion to Late Carscallen, who was heating some liquor at the
+fire, and then he stooped and lifted up the sick man's head, and took his
+hand.  "You have come--to save me!" whispered the weak voice again.
+
+"Yes; I've come to save you."  This voice was strong and clear and true.
+
+"I seem--to have--heard--your voice before--somewhere before--I seem to--
+have--"
+
+But he had fainted.
+
+Hume poured a little liquor down the sick man's throat, and Late
+Carscallen chafed the delicate hand--delicate in health, it was like that
+of a little child now.  When breath came again Hume whispered to his
+helper "Take Cloud-in-the-Sky and get wood; bring fresh branches.  Then
+clear one of the sleds, and we will start back with him in the early
+morning."
+
+Late Carscallen, looking at the skeleton-like figure, said: "He will
+never get there."
+
+"Yes, he will get there," was Hume's reply.
+
+"But he is dying."
+
+"He goes with me to Fort Providence."
+
+"Ay, to Providence he goes, but not with you," said Late Carscallen,
+doggedly.
+
+Anger flashed in Hume's eye, but he said quietly "Get the wood,
+Carscallen."
+
+Hume was left alone with the starving Indian, who sat beside the fire
+eating voraciously, and with the sufferer, who now was taking
+mechanically a little biscuit sopped in brandy.  For a few moments thus,
+then his sunken eyes opened, and he looked dazedly at the man bending
+above him.  Suddenly there came into them a look of terror.  "You--you
+--are Jaspar Hume," his voice said in an awed whisper.
+
+"Yes."  The hands of the sub-factor chafed those of the other.
+
+"But you said you were a friend, and come to save me."
+
+"I have come to save you."
+
+There was a shiver of the sufferer's body.  This discovery would either
+make him stronger or kill him.  Hume knew this, and said: "Lepage, the
+past is past and dead to me; let it be so to you."
+
+There was a pause.
+
+"How--did you know--about me?"
+
+"I was at Fort Providence.  There came letters from the Hudson's Bay
+Company, and from your wife, saying that you were making this journey,
+and were six months behind--"
+
+"My wife--Rose!"
+
+"I have a letter for you from her.  She is on her way to Canada.  We are
+to take you to her."
+
+"To take me--to her."  Lepage shook his head sadly, but he pressed to his
+lips the letter that Hume had given him.
+
+"To take you to her, Lepage."
+
+"No, I shall never see her again."
+
+"I tell you, you shall.  You can live if you will.  You owe that to her
+--to me--to God."
+
+"To her--to you--to God.  I have been true to none.  I have been
+punished.  I shall die here."
+
+"You shall go to Fort Providence.  Do that in payment of your debt to me,
+Lepage.  I demand that."  In this transgressor there was a latent spark
+of honour, a sense of justice that might have been developed to great
+causes, if some strong nature, seeing his weaknesses, had not condoned
+them, but had appealed to the natural chivalry of an impressionable,
+vain, and weak character.  He struggled to meet Hume's eyes, and doing
+so, he gained confidence and said: "I will try to live.  I will do you
+justice--yet."
+
+"Your first duty is to eat and drink.  We start for Fort Providence
+to-morrow."
+
+The sick man stretched out his hand.  "Food!  Food!" he said.
+
+In tiny portions food and drink were given to him, and his strength
+sensibly increased.  The cave was soon aglow with the fire kindled by
+Late Carscallen and Cloud-in-the-Sky.  There was little speaking, for the
+sick man soon fell asleep.  Lepage's Indian told Cloud-in-the-Sky the
+tale of their march--how the other Indian and the dogs died; how his
+master became ill as they were starting towards Fort Providence from
+Manitou Mountain in the summer weather; how they turned back and took
+refuge in this cave; how month by month they had lived on what would
+hardly keep a rabbit alive; and how, at last, his master urged him to
+press on with his papers; but he would not, and stayed until this day,
+when the last bit of food had been eaten, and they were found.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+The next morning Lepage was placed upon a sled, and they started back,
+Bouche barking joyfully as he led off, with Cloud-in-the-Sky beside him.
+There was light in the faces of all, though the light could not be seen
+by reason of their being muffled so.  All day they travelled, scarcely
+halting, Lepage's Indian marching well.  Often the corpse-like bundle on
+the sled was disturbed, and biscuits wet in brandy and bits of preserved
+venison were given.
+
+That night Hume said to Late Carscallen: "I am going to start at the
+first light of the morning to get to Gaspe Toujours and Jeff Hyde as soon
+as possible.  Follow as fast as you can.  He will be safe, if you give
+him food and drink often.  I shall get to the place where we left them
+about noon; you should reach there at night or early the next morning."
+
+"Hadn't you better take Bouche with you?" said Late Carscallen.
+
+The sub-factor thought a moment, and then said: "No, he is needed most
+where he is."
+
+At noon the next day Jaspar Hume looked round upon a billowy plain of sun
+and ice, but saw no staff, no signal, no tent, no sign of human life: of
+Gaspe Toujours or of Jeff Hyde.  His strong heart quailed.  Had he lost
+his way?  He looked at the sun.  He was not sure.  He consulted his
+compass, but it quivered hesitatingly.  For awhile that wild bewilderment
+which seizes upon the minds of the strongest, when lost, mastered him, in
+spite of his struggles against it.  He moved in a maze of half-blindness,
+half-delirium.  He was lost in it, swayed by it.  He began to wander
+about; and there grew upon his senses strange delights and reeling
+agonies.  He heard church bells, he caught at butterflies, he tumbled in
+new-mown hay, he wandered in a tropic garden.  But in the hay a wasp
+stung him, and the butterfly changed to a curling black snake that struck
+at him and glided to a dark-flowing river full of floating ice, and up
+from the river a white hand was thrust, and it beckoned him--beckoned
+him.  He shut his eyes and moved towards it, but a voice stopped him, and
+it said, "Come away, come away," and two arms folded him round, and as he
+went back from the shore he stumbled and fell, and .  .  .  What is this?
+A yielding mass at his feet--a mass that stirs!  He clutches at it, he
+tears away the snow, he calls aloud--and his voice has a faraway
+unnatural sound--"Gaspe Toujours!  Gaspe Toujours!"  Then the figure of a
+man shakes itself in the snow, and a voice says: "Ay, ay, sir!"  Yes, it
+is Gaspe Toujours!  And beside him lies Jeff Hyde, and alive.  "Ay, ay,
+sir, alive!"
+
+Jaspar Hume's mind was itself again.  It had but suffered for a moment
+the agony of delirium.
+
+Gaspe Toujours and Jeff Hyde had lain down in the tent the night of the
+great wind, and had gone to sleep at once.  The staff had been blown
+down, the tent had fallen over them, the drift had covered them, and for
+three days they had slept beneath the snow, never waking.
+
+Jeff Hyde's sight was come again to him.  "You've come back for the
+book," he said.  "You couldn't go on without it.  You ought to have taken
+it yesterday."
+
+He drew it from his pocket.  He was dazed.
+
+"No, Jeff, I've not come back for that, and I did not leave you
+yesterday: it is three days and more since we parted.  The book has
+brought us luck, and the best.  We have found our man; and they'll be
+here to-night with him.  I came on ahead to see how you fared."
+
+In that frost-bitten world Jeff Hyde uncovered his head for a moment.
+"Gaspe Toujours is a papist," he said, "but he read me some of that book
+the day you left, and one thing we went to sleep on: it was that about
+'Lightenin' the darkness, and defendin' us from all the perils and
+dangers of this night.'"  Here Gaspe Toujours made the sign of the cross.
+Jeff Hyde continued half apologetically for his comrade: "That comes
+natural to Gaspe Toujours--I guess it always does to papists.  But I
+never had any trainin' that way, and I had to turn the thing over and
+over, and I fell asleep on it.  And when I wake up three days after,
+here's my eyes as fresh as daisies, and you back, sir, and the thing done
+that we come to do."
+
+He put the Book into Hume's hands and at that moment Gaspe Toujours said:
+"See!"  Far off, against the eastern horizon, appeared a group of moving
+figures.
+
+That night the broken segments of the White Guard were reunited, and
+Clive Lepage slept by the side of Jaspar Hume.
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+Napoleon might have marched back from Moscow with undecimated legions
+safely enough, if the heart of those legions had not been crushed.  The
+White Guard, with their faces turned homeward, and the man they had
+sought for in their care, seemed to have acquired new strength.  Through
+days of dreadful cold, through nights of appalling fierceness, through
+storm upon the plains that made for them paralysing coverlets, they
+marched.  And if Lepage did not grow stronger, life at least was kept
+in him.
+
+There was little speech among them, but once in a while Gaspe Toujours
+sang snatches of the songs of the voyageurs of the great rivers; and the
+hearts of all were strong.  Between Bouche and his master there was
+occasional demonstration.  On the twentieth day homeward, Hume said with
+his hand on the dog's head "It had to be done, Bouche; even a dog could
+see that."
+
+And so it was "all right" for the White Guard.  One day when the sun was
+warmer than usual over Fort Providence, and just sixty-five days since
+that cheer had gone up from apprehensive hearts for brave men going out
+into the Barren Grounds, Sergeant Gosse, who, every day, and of late many
+times a day, had swept the north-east with a field-glass, rushed into the
+chief-factor's office, and with a broken voice cried:  "They've all come!
+They've come!"  Then he leaned his arm and head against the wall and
+sobbed.  And the old factor rose from his chair tremblingly, and said his
+thank-god, and went hurriedly into the square.  He did not go steadily,
+however, the joyous news had shaken him, sturdy old pioneer as he was.
+A fringe of white had grown about his temples in the last two months.
+The people of the fort had said they had never seen him so irascible, yet
+so gentle; so uneasy, yet so reserved; so stern about the mouth, yet so
+kind about the eyes as he had been since Hume had gone on this desperate
+errand.
+
+Already the handful of people at the fort had gathered.  Indians left the
+store, and joined the rest; the factor and Sergeant Gosse set out to meet
+the little army of relief.  To the factor's "In the name of the Hudson's
+Bay Company, Mr. Hume," when they met there came "By the help of God,
+sir," and he pointed to the sled whereon Lepage lay.  A feeble hand was
+clasped in the burly hand of the factor, and then they all fell into line
+again, Cloud-in-the-Sky running ahead of the dogs.  Snow had fallen on
+them, and as they entered the stockade, men and dogs were white from head
+to foot.
+
+The White Guard had come back.  Jaspar Hume as simply acknowledged his
+strident welcome as he had done the God-speed two months and more ago.
+With the factor he bore the sick man in, and laid him on his own bed.
+Then he came outside again, and when they cheered him once more, he said:
+"We have come safe through, and I'm thankful.  But remember that my
+comrades in this march deserve your cheers more than I.  Without them
+I couldn't have done anything."
+
+"In our infirmities and in all our dangers and necessities," added Jeff
+Hyde.  "The luck of the world was in that book!"
+
+In another half-hour the White Guard was at ease, and four of them were
+gathered about the great stove in the store, Cloud-in-the-Sky smoking
+placidly, and full of guttural emphasis; Late Carscallen moving his
+animal-like jaws with a sense of satisfaction; Gaspe Toujours talking in
+Chinook to the Indians, in patois to the French clerk, and in broken
+English to them all; and Jeff Hyde exclaiming on the wonders of the
+march, the finding of Lepage at Manitou Mountain, and of himself and
+Gaspe Toujours buried in the snow.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+In Hume's house at midnight Lepage lay asleep with his wife's letters--
+received through the factor--in his hand.  The firelight played upon a
+dark, disappointed face--a doomed, prematurely old face, as it seemed to
+the factor.
+
+"You knew him, then," the factor said, after a long silence, with a
+gesture towards the bed.
+
+"Yes, well, years ago," replied Hume.
+
+Just then the sick man stirred in his sleep, and he said disjointedly:
+"I'll make it all right to you, Hume."  Then came a pause, and a quicker
+utterance: "Forgive--forgive me, Rose."  The factor got up, and turned to
+go, and Hume, with a sorrowful gesture, went over to the bed.
+
+Again the voice said: "Ten years--I have repented ten years--I dare not
+speak--"
+
+The factor touched Hume's arm.  "He has fever.  You and I must nurse him,
+Hume.  You can trust me--you understand."
+
+"Yes, I can trust you," was the reply.  "But I can tell you nothing."
+
+"I do not want to know anything.  If you can watch till two o'clock I
+will relieve you.  I'll send the medicine chest over.  You know how to
+treat him."
+
+The factor passed out, and the other was left alone with the man who had
+wronged him.  The feeling most active in his mind was pity, and, as he
+prepared a draught from his own stock of medicines, he thought the past
+and the present all over.  He knew that however much he had suffered,
+this man had suffered more.  In this silent night there was broken down
+any barrier that may have stood between Lepage and his complete
+compassion.  Having effaced himself from the calculation, justice
+became forgiveness.
+
+He moistened the sick man's lips, and bathed his forehead, and roused him
+once to take a quieting powder.  Then he sat down and wrote to Rose
+Lepage.  But he tore the letter up again and said to the dog: "No,
+Bouche, I can't; the factor must do it.  She needn't know yet that it was
+I who saved him.  It doesn't make any burden of gratitude, if my name is
+kept out of it.  The factor mustn't mention me, Bouche--not yet.  When he
+is well we will go to London with It, Bouche, and we needn't meet her.
+It will be all right, Bouche, all right!"
+
+The dog seemed to understand; for he went over to the box that held It;
+and looked at his master.  Then Jaspar Hume rose, broke the seal,
+unlocked the box and opened it; but he heard the sick man moan, and he
+closed it again and went over to the bed.  The feeble voice said: "I must
+speak--I cannot die so--not so."  Hume moistened the lips once, put a
+cold cloth on the fevered head, and then sat down by the fire again.
+
+Lepage slept at last.  The restless hands grew quiet, the breath became
+more regular, the tortured mind found a short peace.  With the old
+debating look in his eyes, Hume sat there watching until the factor
+relieved him.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+February and March and April were past, and May was come.  Lepage had had
+a hard struggle for life, but he had survived.  For weeks every night
+there was a repetition of that first night after the return: delirious
+self-condemnation, entreaty, appeal to his wife, and Hume's name
+mentioned in shuddering remorse.  With the help of the Indian who had
+shared the sick man's sufferings in the Barren Grounds, the factor and
+Hume nursed him back to life.  After the first night no word had passed
+between the two watchers regarding the substance of Lepage's delirium.
+But one evening the factor was watching alone, and the repentant man from
+his feverish sleep cried out: "Hush, hush!  don't let them know--I stole
+them both, and Rose did not know.  Rose did not know!"
+
+The factor rose and walked away.  The dog was watching him.  He said to
+Bouche: "You have a good master, Bouche."
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+In an arm-chair made of hickory and birch-bark by Cloud-in-the-Sky,
+Lepage sat reading a letter from his wife.  She was at Winnipeg, and was
+coming west as far as Regina to meet him on his way down.  He looked a
+wreck; but a handsome wreck.  His refined features, his soft black beard
+and blue eyes, his graceful hand and gentle manners, seemed not to belong
+to an evil-hearted man.  He sat in the sunlight at the door, wrapped
+about in moose and beaver skins.  The world of plain and wood was glad.
+Not so Lepage.  He sat and thought of what was to come.  He had hoped at
+times that he would die, but twice Hume had said: "I demand your life.
+You owe it to your wife--to me."  He had pulled his heart up to this
+demand and had lived.  But what lay before him?  He saw a stony track,
+and he shuddered.
+
+As he sat there facing the future, Hume came to him and said: "If you
+feel up to it, Lepage, we will start for Edmonton on Monday.  I think it
+will be quite safe, and your wife is anxious.  I shall accompany you as
+far as Edmonton; you can then proceed by easy stages, in this pleasant
+weather.  Are you ready to go?"
+
+"Quite ready," was the reply.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+On a beautiful May evening Lepage, Hume, and the White Guard were
+welcomed at Fort Edmonton by the officer in command of the Mounted
+Police.  They were to enjoy the hospitality of the fort for a couple of
+days.  Hume was to go back with Cloud-in-the-Sky and Late Carscallen,
+and a number of Indian carriers; for this was a journey of business too.
+Gaspe Toujours and Jeff Hyde were to press on with Lepage, who was now
+much stronger and better.  One day passed, and on the following morning
+Hume gave instructions to Gaspe Toujours and Jeff Hyde, and made
+preparations for his going back.  He was standing in the Barracks Square,
+when a horseman rode in and made inquiry of a sergeant standing near, if
+Lepage had arrived at the fort.  A few words brought out the fact that
+Rose Lepage was nearing the fort from the south.  The trooper had been
+sent on ahead the day before, but his horse having met with a slight
+accident, he had been delayed.  He had seen the party, however, a long
+distance back in the early morning.  He must now ride away and meet Mrs.
+Lepage, he said.  He was furnished with a fresh horse, and he left,
+bearing a message from Lepage.
+
+Hume decided to leave Fort Edmonton at once, and to take all the White
+Guard back with him; and gave orders to that effect.  Entering the room
+where Lepage sat alone, he said: "Lepage, the time has come for good-bye.
+I am starting for Fort Providence."
+
+But the other replied: "You will wait until my wife comes.  You must."
+There was trouble in his voice.  "I must not."
+
+Lepage braced himself for a heavy task and said: "Hume, if the time has
+come to say good-bye, it has also come when we should speak together for
+once openly: to settle, in so far as can be done, a long account.  You
+have not let my wife know who saved me.  That appears from her letters.
+She asks the name of my rescuer.  I have not yet told her.  But she will
+know that to-day when I tell her all."
+
+"When you tell her all?"
+
+"When I tell her all."
+
+"But you shall not do that."
+
+"I will.  It will be the beginning of the confession which I shall
+afterwards make to the world."
+
+"By Heaven you shall not do it.  Do you want to wreck her life?"
+
+Jaspar Hume's face was wrathful, and remained so till the other sank back
+in the chair with his forehead in his hands; but it softened as he saw
+this remorse and shame.  He began to see that Lepage had not clearly
+grasped the whole situation.  He said in quieter but still firm tones:
+"No, Lepage, that matter is between us two, and us alone.  She must never
+know--the world therefore must never know.  You did an unmanly thing; you
+are suffering a manly remorse.  Now let it end here--but I swear it
+shall," he said in sharp tones, as the other shook his head negatively:
+"I would have let you die at Manitou Mountain, if I had thought you would
+dare to take away your wife's peace--your children's respect."
+
+"I have no children; our baby died."
+
+Hume softened again.  "Can you not see, Lepage?  The thing cannot be
+mended.  I bury it all, and so must you.  You will begin the world again,
+and so shall I.  Keep your wife's love.  Henceforth you will deserve it."
+
+Lepage raised moist eyes to the other and said: "But you will take back
+the money I got for that?"
+
+There was a pause, then Hume replied: "Yes, upon such terms, times, and
+conditions as I shall hereafter fix.  You have no child, Lepage?" he
+gently added.
+
+"We have no child; it died with my fame."
+
+Hume looked steadily into the eyes of the man who had wronged him.
+"Remember, Lepage, you begin the world again.  I am going now.  By the
+memory of old days, good-bye."  He held out his hand.  Lepage took it,
+rose tremblingly to his feet, and said, "You are a good man, Hume.  Good-
+bye."
+
+The sub-factor turned at the door.  "If it will please you, tell your
+wife that I saved you.  Some one will tell her; perhaps I would rather--
+at least it would be more natural, if you did it."
+
+He passed out into the sunshine that streamed into the room and fell
+across the figure of Lepage, who murmured dreamily: "And begin the world
+again."
+
+Time passed.  A shadow fell across the sunlight that streamed upon
+Lepage.  He looked up.  There was a startled cry of joy, an answering
+exclamation of love, and Rose was clasped in her husband's arms.
+
+A few moments afterwards the sweet-faced woman said: "Who was that man
+who rode away to the north as I came up, Clive?  He reminded me of some
+one."
+
+"That was the leader of the White Guard, the man who saved me, Rose."
+He paused a moment and then solemnly said: "It was Jaspar Hume."
+
+The wife came to her feet with a spring.  "He saved you--Jaspar Hume!
+Oh, Clive!"
+
+"He saved me, Rose."
+
+Her eyes were wet: "And he would not stay and let me thank him!  Poor
+fellow, poor Jaspar Hume!  Has he been up here all these years?"
+
+Her face was flushed, and pain was struggling with the joy she felt in
+seeing her husband again.
+
+"Yes, he has been here all the time."
+
+"Then he has not succeeded in life, Clive!"  Her thoughts went back to
+the days when, blind and ill, Hume went away for health's sake, and she
+remembered how sorry then she felt for him, and how grieved she was that
+when he came back strong and well, he did not come near her or her
+husband, and offered no congratulations.  She had not deliberately
+wronged him.  She knew he cared for her: but so did Lepage.  A promise
+had been given to neither when Jaspar Hume went away; and after that she
+grew to love the successful, kind-mannered genius who became her husband.
+No real pledge had been broken.  Even in this happiness of hers, sitting
+once again at her husband's feet, she thought with tender kindness of the
+man who had cared for her eleven years ago; and who had but now saved her
+husband.
+
+"He has not succeeded in life," she repeated softly.  Looking down at
+her, his brow burning with a white heat, Lepage said: "He is a great man,
+Rose."
+
+"I am sure he is a good man," she added.
+
+Perhaps Lepage had borrowed some strength not all his own, for he said
+almost sternly: "He is a great man."
+
+His wife looked up half-startled and said: "Very well, dear; he is a
+good man--and a great man."
+
+The sunlight still came in through the open door.  The Saskatchewan
+flowed swiftly between its verdant banks, an eagle went floating away to
+the west, robins made vocal a solitary tree a few yards away, troopers
+moved backwards and forwards across the square, and a hen and her
+chickens came fluttering to the threshold.  The wife looked at the yellow
+brood drawing close to their mother, and her eyes grew wistful.  She
+thought of their one baby asleep in an English grave.  But thinking of
+the words of the captain of the White Guard, Lepage said firmly: "We will
+begin the world again."
+
+She smiled, and rose to kiss him as the hen and chickens hastened away
+from the door, and a clear bugle call sounded in the square.
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+Eleven years have gone since that scene was enacted at Edmonton.
+
+A great gathering is dispersing from a hall in Piccadilly.  It has been
+drawn together to do honour to a man who has achieved a triumph in
+engineering science.  As he steps from the platform to go, he is greeted
+by a fusilade of cheers.  He bows calmly and kindly.  He is a man of
+vigorous yet reserved aspect; he has a rare individuality.  He receives
+with a quiet cordiality the personal congratulations of his friends.  He
+remains for some time in conversation with a royal duke, who takes his
+arm, and with him passes into the street.  The duke is a member of this
+great man's club, and offers him a seat in his brougham.  Amid the cheers
+of the people they drive away together.  Inside the club there are fresh
+congratulations, and it is proposed to arrange an impromptu dinner, at
+which the duke will preside.  But with modesty and honest thanks the
+great man declines.  He pleads an engagement.  He had pleaded this
+engagement the day before to a well-known society.  After his health is
+proposed, he makes his adieux, and leaving the club, walks away towards a
+West-end square.  In one of its streets he pauses, and enters a building
+called "Providence Chambers."  His servant hands him a cablegram.  He
+passes to his library, and, standing before the fire, opens it.  It
+reads: "My wife and I send congratulations to the great man."
+
+Jaspar Hume stands for a moment looking at the fire, and then says
+simply: "I wish poor old Bouche were here."  He then sits down and
+writes this letter:
+
+     My dear Friends,--Your cablegram has made me glad.  The day is over.
+     My latest idea was more successful than I even dared to hope; and
+     the world has been kind.  I went down to see your boy, Jaspar, at
+     Clifton last week.  It was his birthday, you know--nine years old,
+     and a clever, strong-minded little fellow.  He is quite contented.
+     As he is my god-child, I again claimed the right of putting a
+     thousand dollars to his credit in the bank,--I have to speak of
+     dollars to you people living in Canada--which I have done on his
+     every birthday.  When he is twenty-one he will have twenty-one
+     thousand dollars--quite enough for a start in life.  We get along
+     well together, and I think he will develop a fine faculty for
+     science.  In the summer, as I said, I will bring him over to you.
+     There is nothing more to say to-night except that I am as always,
+
+                    Your faithful and loving friend,
+                                                       JASPAR HUME.
+
+A moment after the letter was finished, the servant entered and announced
+"Mr. Late Carscallen."  With a smile and hearty greeting the great man
+and this member of the White Guard met.  It was to entertain his old
+arctic comrade that Jaspar Hume had declined to be entertained by society
+or club.  A little while after, seated at the table, the ex-sub-factor
+said: "You found your brother well, Carscallen?"
+
+The jaws moved slowly as of old.  "Ay, that, and a grand meenister, sir."
+
+"He wanted you to stay in Scotland, I suppose?"  "Ay, that, but there's
+no place for me like Fort Providence."
+
+"Try this pheasant.  And you are sub-factor now, Carscallen?"
+
+"There's two of us sub-factors--Jeff Hyde and myself.  Mr. Field is old,
+and can't do much work, and trade's heavy now."
+
+"I know.  I hear from the factor now and then.  And Gaspe Toujours, what
+of him?"
+
+"He went away three years ago, and he said he'd come back.  He never did
+though.  Jeff Hyde believes he will.  He says to me a hundred times,
+'Carscallen, he made the sign of the cross that he'd come back from Saint
+Gabrielle; and that's next to the Book with a papist.  If he's alive
+he'll come.'"
+
+"Perhaps he will, Carscallen.  And Cloud-in-the-Sky?"
+
+"He's still there, and comes in and smokes with Jeff Hyde and me, as he
+used to do with you; but he doesn't obey our orders as he did yours, sir.
+He said to me when I left: 'You see Strong-back, tell him Cloud-in-the-
+Sky good Injun--he never forget.  How!'"
+
+Jaspar Hume raised his glass with smiling and thoughtful eyes: "To Cloud-
+in-the-Sky and all who never forget!" he said.
+
+
+
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