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CHAPTER XXXV “Jim, darling,
lie down again, lie very quiet-
this dangerous canoe—out on our
lake; and let me take you home?
Aurore had no suspicion of Darn’s wouldn’t understand, Jim; yon-
trouble. His voice, speaking herI reJ-°° tired-—and worn out."
name, had been a bombshell to her. j Dorn was insistent now and
breaking
hex'
her
and
out
ed her
she felt his hand smoothing
bevelled hair and felt his lips on her
forehead and his arm around her.
‘Then Aurore heard him speaking
to hex'. It was the strange quality
in his voice and the still stranger
words he said that woke hex* to the
truth.
“Why did you keep running away
from • nxe all afternoon, Aurore? I
tried to catch up with you, but I
couldn’t. You’d hold your arms to
me and then you’d be gone . . .
like a ghost . , . like you slipped
’away from Kansas
Aurore did not
she cried brokenly:
I’ve been here—all
ing for you------”
- But then, when Dorn reepated his
questions, she started, and glanced
lip quickly and studied his face. Her
[hands went up to his cheeks and she
half turned hm so that the moonlight
shone full on his face. Aurore stood
on tiptoe; and brushing away her
tears, she looked long and intently
gnto Dorn’s eyes.
A sudden quiver went through hex*
.Whole body as she understood his
Strange words about her flirting
away from him that afternoon and
understood why he was holding her
now with an arm so strong it hurt
her. !She .cried, in compassion, in
panic-stricken anguish:
“Jim—Jim—oh, my darling . . ’’
But then Aurore checked her out
cry and fought down her panic and
her emotions,
suddenly, and with al the bravery
of her nature she struggled to be
calm, knowing what had happened
to Jim Dorn and realizing that she
must taek him into her care.
Her voice was terribly quiet, res
olute: ‘Jim, you’re—you’re sick,
‘darling, You’re tired Jim, and. you
must rest. I know.a place where
you can sleep and be well again. See
Awove's Story
For many moments afterwards,
the unbearable silence of
lonely vigil and exploding all
fears that Jim Dorn was dead;
the mere sight of him coming
of the shadows had overwhelm-
She clung to him, sobbing;
her dis-
that night . . ”
yet understand;
‘‘Jim—darling—
afternoon—wait-
'She steeled herself
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please—won’t you'i was flattered and my head was
•In turned ....by having men who own
ed steamship lines and railroads
and were powerful in politics—by
having them make offers to
foi' me,
“But she kept me aloof,
see why—now. She knew
S'nowdoxj was planning on getting a
divorce. She new he .liked me even
before his separation. The fault
was’t all hers, Jim, iShe did throw
11s together after his divorce, and
she swayed me and broke down with
sarcasm and contempt those ideals
Dad had given me. So far she was
guilty, but in the end she left the
decision entirely in my hands. I
remember* . . . one night she came
into my room and told me wlxat Car-
ter-Sinowdon had said, and she went
out without urging me or saying an
other
“I
night,
God’s
knew
I didn’t understand his nature or
his outlook, so how could I like him?
But that did not seem important
then. Jim, my mother had told me
and made me believe, that marriage
for love was a blind, irrational act'—■
a school girl’s notion; and that sen
sible people married for more en
during reasons.
“How could I be
wrong? There was
her and Dad: they
other at first, and see how miserable
their relations became; -And I’d
never been in love, Jim. I could
talk about it and read about it and
wonder about it, but till it came to
me I couldn’t realize what it meant.
I was blind—worse than blind"’
For Dorn's sake Aurore had kept
her narrative subdued and her voice
unimpassiohed. But into her last
words, low and trembling, crept a
penitence so bitter that it
Dorn. He
lips.
“Yes. I
member . .
your voice in the darkness,
you stood under the torch
tent ... I never realized
then.”
Aurore went on, fighting
calm again: “But I was guilty
something worse than blindness in
my thoughts that night. I yielded
to the most sordid kind of thoughts.
In my mother’s circle, at girls’ school
—all around for -throe years-—I'd
heard nothing but ‘good catches’
and ‘prestige’ and ‘marry up and not
down.’ Hardly ever a word about
affection or lifelong companionship
in a sacred relation. Dad’s mem
ory was very dim amt the moun
tains were far away, and it seemed
I’d left that old life forever and
would have to live this new one ac
cording to its own rules. It was up
to me, I reasoned, to make the
‘best catch5 I could.
“That night I kept thinking how
immensely rich and immensely pow
erful Carter-Snowdon was, and what
my position would be if I married
him. The prospect of
me off my feet, Jim.
worthy thought camo
fought it down. My
furnished me the weapons,
wan’t stand
too fragile,
called back
me in three
beat down my own conscience.
‘“The next morning when I
into the library he was there
ing to Mother, and she left us alone,
and he told me he
I promised him .
Aurora's words
whispers and her
for many moments, till Dorn’s rest
less impatience ire'ca'lled her, she
was silent. A little- breathlessly,
forcing herself to the ugly narrative,
she hurried oil:
"You -know now wliy married:
him—because of his money and pow
er and position. And I’ll have to tell
you why he wanted to manry me, or
you never can understand what hap
pened later and you'd think I was
guilty of a great wrong in What I
did. His reason wasn't his infatu
ation for me; he had been infatu
ated with others. He manried me
because I was political capital. It
Wa$ a cunning and a deep-sighted
political play—his marriage.
“There was the tremendous emo
tional appeal, It was a personal
element, all favourable to him, in-
jectbd into a political campaign, it
was the kind of thing to appeal to
common folk everywhere. With them
marriage is a thing Of the heart; in
their minds it’s all bound up with
domance and beauty; and lie knew
it -would have infinitely more sway
over them than, any platform or dry
statement o£ policy.
“But his chief reason was my
name, I whs always introduced to
people as Roger McNain's daughter,
and that’s how folk everywhere
thought of me, tn his life-time my
father was a leader, and powerful;
but he never had half the power or
■ not to be turned aside; and Aurore
’ saw, in desperate alarm, that his
mood had flared beyond her con
trolling and that she would have to
yield to him. She knew that he was
not conscious of his surroundings,
but only of herself and of that tor
ment in his mind. He demanded:
“I won’t have another chance to
hear. I’ll have to go away. That
was the promise between us—for me
to go away.”
White of face, Aurore desperately
was trying to steady the canoe. In
her terrible dilemma, with that rear
guwnale nearly awash, it was no
longer of any moment to her
whether Dorn could understand or
not. She cried; “Jim, if you’ll lie
down again, lie very still and listen,
with your head on my lap again, I’ll
tell you!"
It was only by her promise that
slie persuaded him to lie back obed
iently, His feverish excitement was
warning not to resist him; not to
deny him what he wanted to know.
She divined what it was that would
not let him rest; that
him, a torment, when
cries were veiled or
distorted in his mind;
dipped her kerchief overboard and
laid it, cool and soothing, on his
forehead, Aurore was thinking: “If
he knew the truth, if I could, only
make him understand a little of the
story . . . it’s the source and cause
of all his—his trouble now, and he’ll
never rest-quietly till he does know
.... I think it would bring him
peace.”
The canoe -drifted, but the night
revanche running
middle of the lake
ward its goal. A
cranes on a night
lands over e-ast winged across the
face of the moon, -stretching out theii-
long necks Hike broomsticks and
gabbling like a flock of witches. On
the bosom of the lake deep-diving
ducks feeding in ten fathoms mere
ly swam a few feet away. A pair of
wild swans, wariest of all the mig
rants, circled curiously around the
! ghostly canoe at a short distance,
stayed with
other mem-
fantastically
and as she
north up the
carried it on to-
higli-flying V of
trip to marsh
....... _ < SllvaUj UCLUUC CU Ct OLEJl L UlOLClllt u,.—there’s a canoe I can take you , ui<e two stately and ceremonial -at-
TVon't you come—with me?" 1 . . .
-She freed herself 'for a. moment,
apd-- stooped,, ^nd with'-her finger
f traced a message on the sand. Then
She took Dorn’s hand and led him
to the water’s edge.
They floated out upon the lake.
Aurore would not let Dorn use the
canoe paddle, but took it from his
hands and made him lie down with
his head on her lap. She could feel
the beat of gentle wavelets against
the wind-water line of the craft, and
her rhythmic strokes ’ pushed
canoe steadily onward under
moonlight. From time to time she
dipped her kerchief over the gun
wale and bathed Dorn’s forehead.
She was infinite tenderness toward
him, but firm at the same time—a
little mother who scolded him when
he stirred restlessly and kissed him
when he obeyed her commands.
In the subdued light Aurore could
not see Dorn’s features distinctly,
but she knew he was looking up at
her; and whenever the tears started
from her eyes, she ‘dashed them
away and smiled bravely at him.
She thought: “He knows that he is
with me again. He isn’t holding
me to him now; he’s no longer afraid
I’ll—I’ll go away.” She knew that
her voice had a certain sway over
him that recalled him part-way to
reality, and that the mere touch of
her hand on his forehead was ma
gic against the powers of darkness.
For a while he seemed content to
look up her and be carried on in
dreamy peace. But presently he
was tossing restlessly, and a little
later he spoke to her:
“Why didn’t you, Aurore
afternoon when you kept
away from me . . . Why wouldn’t
you stop and answer my question?”
Aurore bent low over him. “What
question, dear? I didn’t mean to
keep running away from you. I’ll
never, never again.”
“Kansas told me of you marrying
Carter-iSinowdon.”
His Words came unawares, startl
ing to Aurore. She gasped—panic-
stricken again for a moment; but
quickly she was mistress of herself.
Her hand crept down and found his;
she tried
fitliiess.
“You
darling,
now? Some time-
ed*—then we can talk of that.”
Dorn insisted feverishly: “But no!
Kansas’ll have to look after you.
remembet I promised to go away?”
He sat up imatiently in the frail
wobbly canoe, and faced her. it
frightened Aurore—his sudden rous
ing out of quietude. She tried to
calm him; she pleaded;
the
the
. . this
running
to soothe him. into -forget-
mustn’t toss that way,
Won’t you try to sleep
■after you’re rest-
[.tendants upon its progress.
«■ For a little while, bending low
over him, Aurore asked Dorn ques
tions, seeking to find out what he
could and could not understand.
“Do you remember that night,
three weeks ago, Jim, when Dad
Bergelot brought me across to your
tent, and you and I flew north?
you remember that, dear?"
“Could I forget it?’’
“And your trip to Edmonton
your return to me and how we spent
that morning exploring our island
. . the fax den. the birds nests, our
little baby trout, Jim . . . can you
remember 'that? And then—it was
only yesterday.—when you took me
away all day in your plane; and
how we lit down in the Bighoirn
Looking-Glass and talked for hours?
Dorn nodded to all her questions.
Aurore was beginning to see that he
could understand more than she had
thought; .that only the -day just pass
ing was mercifully blank to him and
as non existent as
been. And when
could understand
longer wanted to
the story of her marriege, ‘but seiz
ed upon it with fraytic eagerness as
something which would heal him.
She said: “Then you remember
our talk, Jim, when I told you about
my father . . . how ' he watched
over me for seventeen year® and I
went with him on all his work and
we lived in the moutains in itents
and cabins and construction shanties.
When he died I went down to Vic
toria and lived with Mother in a big
house o na terrace. It was a new,
strange life, Jim. I was dazzled by
it, and I gradually forgot about the
bush and forgot Dad’s training; and
at girls’ school I was such a barbar
ian it made me ashamed Of that eld
life.
“Mother’s social position-—she was
a leader like Dad in all she did—
that was entry for me into her circle
Instead of having friends like my
father and old Luke and the young
field engineers who worked for Dae,
I came to know men of another
typo. They weren’t all like Henry
Carter-Snowdon. Ry and. large they
were neither better nor worse than
the men I’d khown. They were just
utterly different—products of their
birtli and environment and training,
just as you and I are, Jim. You told
me once, dear, that I must have had
lots of attention from those men.
And I did. I was young; I guess
I brought a certain freshness or
wildness out of the mountains; I had
money and the prominence of the
McNain name; and naturally when
I came back from school . . ♦ Jim,
Can
and
though it had not
she saw that he
her, Aurore no
keep from telling
Mother
I can
iCainter-
word.
remember my thoughts that
Jim. I didn’t like him—in
truth, I didn’t, I hardly
him. He was so much older,
sure she was
the example of
had liked each
raised her hand
can understand.
. when I first
roused
to his
1“ re
heard
when
in my
until
to be
of
tli at—swept
Whenever a
to me, I
motherj had
Ideals
they’re
night I
told
it to
sarcasm, Jim;
During that
everything she’d*
years, and used
went
talk-
loved me and I—
trailed off into
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the following then that he had af-1 ter his death, when people began to I
understand what he’d been fighting!
for. His name has tremendous
power; it’s come to be the rallying
cry of the reform party—-of all Car
ter-Snowdon’s enemies. Think of him
marrying into their camp! Think
how common folk everywhei’e would
see our two names linked, and what
the effect on them would be!
We were married in Prince
pert. Secretly. He had told
that with this campaign on
hands he could not spare time for all
the lengthy social obligations that
our marriage called for. But I saw
later that this reason which he gave
me was a lie. He knew his political
enemies were going to use my
father’s policies as their platform. He
wanted them to; lie schemed to let
their campaign get fully under way,
•to be irrevocable; and then—when
they had committed themselves and
could not draw back—then he would
announce that he had married Ro
ger MlcNain’s daughter, and blast
their plans, and make his enemies
appear ridiculous! That’s
marriage was secret.
“Just after the wedding
ed across for Edmonton,
that morning, during iour
talk, that I got. a glimpse into his
nature. Something had come over
him—some change; and it set me to
wondering, it made me uneasy. I
understand now—he was -sure of me
and din’t have to dissemble any
longer. That’s why he changed. He
was tired of acting a part to please
a silly girl.
“I was appalled by his mercenary
"outlook. The forests we passed
through—he thought of them only
as so much timber to be- graded, and
cut and marketed, and of mountains
as big heaps of ore to’" be mined,
and of wild creatures as things to'
be shot for his sport when he was
vacationing at one of his hunting,
lodges.
“That glimpse of his soul, of the
man I was married to . . . But,
Jim, it was nothing, it was only the
faint beginning of what happened
later and of the horror that grew on
me' all. that day. We were travel
ling incognito; but just east of Ha
zelton, a rancher from down Chil-
cotin way—he must have been and-
recognized Canter-lSnowdon — this
man came into .out coach. He was
a man in his forties, big and power
ful and wearing a gun; I saw the
bulge of it against his breast. He
didn’t recognize me. He must have
thought I was Carter-Snowdon’s—he
didn’t know I was married, for he
pointed his finger -at me and he said
to me in terrible contempt: “So
you’ve taken the place that my girl
had with him last summer! I’m go
ing over to Winnipeg now, miss, to
tell her she can come .home.’ Then
he turned on Carter-Snowdon. I
never in my life, Jim, heard such
slow, deadly words—like -bullets
dropping on a pan. The last thing
he said was, ‘I’ve got a wife- and two
boys; that’s why—-and he touched
his breast pocket—‘that’s why
not killing you!”
(Continued next week)
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