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THE SEAFORTH NEWS
THURSDAY, AUGUST ¢5,' 1938
"Run, Gillespie!" •cried some oriel at their heels, One poor animal was
else—one of our men, I suppose—andlso benumbed I out Acini from the
S had plunged into the ,storm and tracers and left him to ,die. !Gathering
raced for the ladders at the rear stock- up the robes, I shook them free of
ade with a pack of pursuers at may snow, replaced them n the sleigh ,and
heels, The snow -drifts were in my led the string of dogs down to the ri-
favor, for with my moccasins, I leap- ,ver, 'It would he 'bitterly :ootd facing
ed llghtiy forward, while the 'booted that sweep of 'unbroken ,wind in mid -
soldiers floundered - deep. I eluded my river; but the 'trail over ice would per -
pursuers and was half -way up a :lad- mit 'greater speed, and with the (high
der when a soldier's 'head suddenly banks on each side the dogs could not
appeared above the well on the other go astray.
side. Then a ;bayonet prodded me in
the chest and 1 fell 'h'eavily backwards
to the ground.
I was captured,
That is alt there is to say. No ,man
dilates with pleasure over that part
of his life when he was vanquished.
It is not ,pleasant to have weapons of
To an overruling Providence, and
to the instincts, of the dogs, I owe my
life. The creatures 'had not gone ten
sleigh -lengths when I felt the loss 'o'f
my coat, and giving one final shout to
them, I lay 'ba'ck in the sleigh and
covered myself, head and all, under
the robes, trusting the huskies to find
their way ,home.
vary 'heavy with me, Now 'came. the
casting.up of accounts, and my hill
wasminus reserve 's'breiigth, with a.
balance :of debit on the wrong side.
The Morning after the escape from
Fort 'Dangles, When "Mr, Suthenlatitl
strode off leaving this daughter alone
with ,me, I remember very well 'that
Frances abruptly began (putting my
pillow to rights. Instead` of keeping
wide awake, as I should, by all the
codes ?f romance;attd common sense,
I—poor •foal =at once s�i aotied, with a
vague, glimmering consciousness 'that
was !dy t g .and this, 'perhaps, was
the ,firstlbhsgful glimpse into paradise.
When I came to 'niy senses, .Mr, Su-
therland was again standing :by the
bedside .with a,'half-shamed look of
compassion under his shaggy 'brows,
"EIow',lfar," I (began, 'With,a 'curious
inability to use my wits and tongue,
"show-far—I mean how long have 'I
bean asleep, sir?'
"Hoots, mon! Dinna 'slaver in that
wreckiess fashion! It's months, lad,
sin' ye opened y'r mouth .wi onything
but daft gab,"
"`Months1" I gasped out. "Have I.
been here 'for months?"
'Aye, 'mont'hs, The plain .was stiaw-
white When ye began y'r bit nap'ple.
Noo, ,d'ye no hear the 'Clack o' the
geese through yon open window?"
I tried to turn to that side of the
little room, where a. great wave of
fresh, ,clear air blew from the prairie.
For some reason my !head refused to
revolve. Stooping, the elder Aman gent-
ly raised the 'sheet and rolled me over
so that I faced the sweet freshness of
an open, sunny view.
"Did I rive ye sore, lad?" asked the
voice with a gruffness in strange con-
tradiction to the gentleness „of ,the
touch,
Now I -hold that 'however ,rasping a
man's words may be, if he 'handle bhe
sick with gentleness, there is much
goodness under, the rough surface.
Thoughtlessness and stupidity, I
know, are patent excuses !for 'half the
unkindness and sorrow OE life. But
thoughtlessness and 'sibupidity are also
responsible ,for most of life's brutality
and crime. Not spiteful intentions
alone, but the dulled, brutalized, ,dead-
ened sensibilities drat go under the
names of thoughtlessness and, stupid-
ity—make a enan treat something
weaker than 'himself with roughness,
or in an excessive degree, qualify for
murder. When the 'harsh voice asked,
"Do d rive ye sore?" I began to un-
derstand 'how surface roughness is of-
ten caused ;by life's .asperities as by
the inner 'dullness ,akin 'to the brute.
Indeed, if my thoughts had not been
so intent on the ,daughter, I could
have found Mr, Sutherland's ,character
a wonderfully interesting study. The
infinite capacity of a canny Scot for
'keeping his mouth shut I never rea-
lized till I knew Mr. Sutherland. For
instance, now that consciousness 'had
returned, I noticed that the father
himself, and not the daughter, did all
the waiting on me even to the carry-
ing of my meals.
"How is your daughter, Mr, Suth-
erland?" I asked, surely a natural en-
ough question to merit a civil reply.
"Aye—is it Frances y'r speeri'n' af-
ter?" he answered, meeting any ques-
tion ,with a question; and he deigned
not another word, But I lay in wait
for him at the next meal.
"I haven't seen your daughter .ye;
Mr. Sutherland," I stuttered out with
a deal of •blushing. "I 'haven't even
heard her about the house."
"No?" he asked with a show of sur-
prise. "Have ye no seen Frances?"
And that was all the satisfaction I
tot.
Between the dinner 'hour and sup-
per time d conjured 'up various plots
to hoodwink paternal caution.
"Mr. Sutherland," I .began, "I have
a message for your daughter."
"Aye," said she. •
'I wish her to hear it personally."
"Aye."
"When may I see her?"
"Ye main bide patient, ladl"
"But the message is urgent." That
was true; for had ,not forty-eight
hours passed since I had regained
consciousness and I 'had heard neith-
er her footsteps nor her voice?
"Aye," said rose impertuttbable fa-
ther.
"Very .urgent, Mr. Sutherland," 1
added.
"Aye"
"When may 'I see her, Sir?"
"All in ,gui'd time. Ye maun bide
quiet, lad."
"The message^",cannat wait," I de-
clared. "'ILt must the given at once."
"Then deleever it word for word
to me, young ,mon, and I'd1! trudge off
to Frances."
"Your :daughter is not at home?"
"What words wul ye 'have me )bear
to her, lad?" he asked.
That was too much for a youth in a
;reev'tsh state of convalescence. What
lover could send', his 'heart's eloquence
''ty word of mouth with a peppery,
prosaic father?
-Tell Mistress Sutherland I must
see her at once," f quickly responded
with a flash of temper that was ever
wont to flare up when put to the test.
"Aye," he answered, wibh an amus-
ed look in the ,cord, steel eyes. I'll ,de -
defence wrested front one's )rands, to Ido not like to recall that return to
feel 'soldiers standing upon one's the Sutherlands. A man, who is froz-
wrists and rifling pockets. en to death, knows nothing of the
It is 'hard to feel every inch the cruelties of northern cold. The icy
man on the ,horizontal. hand, that takes' his life, does not tor-
In ,truth, when the soldiers picked ture, but deadens the victim Into an
me up without ceremony, or gentle- everlasting, easy, painless sleep. This
nese, and bundling me up the stairs I know, for I 'felt the deadly 'fros't-
of the main hall, flung me into a mis- slumber, and fought against it. Ach-
erable pen, with windows iron -barred ing hands and feet stopped paining
to mid -sash, I was but a sorry hero. and became utterly feelingless; and
My tormentors did not shackle me; I the deadening thing began creeping
was spared that humiliation. inch by inch up the stiffening limbs
"Therel" exclaimed the Hudson's the life centres, till a great drowsiness
Bay man, throwing .lantern -light began to overpower body and mind.
across the .dismal low roof as I fell Realizing what this meant, I sprang
sprawling into the room. "That'll cool from the sleigh and stopped the dogs.
the young hothead," and all the I tried to grip the empty traces of
French soldiers laughed at my dis- the dead one, but my hands were too
comfiture• feeble; so I twisted the rope round
They chained and locked the door my arm, gave the word, and raced off
on the outside. I heard the soldiers' abreast the dog train. The ,creatures
steps reverberating through the emp- went faster with lightened sleigh, but
ty passages, and was alone in a sort every step I took was a knife -thrust
of prison -room, used 'during the re^ through half -frozen awakening limbs.
gime of the petty tyrant McDooell. Not the man who is frozen to death,
It •was cold enough to cool any 'hot- but the man who is half -frozen and
head, and mine was very hot indeed. I thawed back to life, knows the cruel -
}mew the apartment well. Nor' -West- ties of northern cold.
ars had used it as a fur storeroom. In a stupefied way, I was aware the
The wind 'carte through the crevices dogs had taken a sudden turn to the
of the hoard walls and piled miniature left and were scrambling up the bank,
drifts on the floor -cracks, all the Here my strength failed or I tripped;
While rattling loose timbers like a for I only remember being ,dragged
saw -mill, The roof was but a few feet through the snow, ,roiling over and
high, and I crept to the window, find- over, to a doorway, .where the •huskies
ing all the small panes .coated with stopped and set up a great whining.
two 'inches of 'hoar -frost, Somehow, I floundered to my feet.
Whether the iron bars outside ran With a blaze of light that blinded me,
acros's, or up and down. I could not the door •flew open and I fell across
remember; but the fact would make the threshold unconscious.
a difference to a man trying to es- ,
cape. Much as I disliked to break the Need I say what door opened, what
glass letting in more cold, there was hands drew the in and chafed life into
only one way of finding out about the benumbed being?
those bars. I raised my foot for an "What was the matter, Rufus Gil -
,outward kick, but remembering I lespie?" asked a bluff voice ,the next
wore only the moccasins with which morning. I had awakened from what
I had been snowshoeing, I struck my seemed a long. troubled sleep and
fist through instead, and shattered the vaguely wondered where I was.
'whole upper 'half of ,the window. I "What .happened to ye. Rufus Gil -
broke away cross -pieces that might lespie?" and the man's hand took hold
Obstruct outward passage, and leaning of my wrist to feel may pulse.
down put my hand on the sharp "Don't father! you'll ,hurt him!"
points of upright spikes. So intense said a voice that was music to my
was the frost, the skin of my finger ears, and a woman's hand, whose
tips stuck to ,the iron, and I drew my touch was healing,' began bathing my
hand in, with the sting of a fresh blistered palms.
burn. At once I knew where 1 was and
It 'was unfortunate about those forgot pain. In few and confused
bars. I ,could not possibly get past wards I tried to relate what had hap -
them down to the ground without petted.
making a ladder :from ,my 'great -coat. "The country's yours, Mr. Suther-
I groped round the room' hoping that land," said I, too weals, thick -tongued
some of the canvas in which we tied and deliriously happy 'for speech.
the peltries, might. be lying about. "Much to be thankful ,for," was the
There was nothing of the sort, or I Scotohman's •comment. "Seven Oaks
missed it in the dark. Quickly tearing is avenged. It would ill 'a' 'become a
my coat into strips, I knotted triple Sutherland to give his daughter's
plies together and fastened bhe upper )hand to a conqueror, 'batt I would na'
end to the cross -piece If the dower say I'•d refuse a wife to a man beaten
window. Feet 'first, I poked myself as you were, Rufus Gillespie," and he
out, caught the strands with 'both strode off to attend to outdoor work.
hand's, and dike a. flash ;struck ,ground And what next took place, I refrain
below with 'badly ,skinned +pal'ms. 'That from relating; for lovers eloquence is
reminded me I' had left .my 'nits in The only elogcent to lovers.
prison room. CHAPTER XXVII
The storm had 'driven the soldiers Nature is not unlike a bank. When
inside; I did not encounter a soul in drafts exceed deposits comes a pro-
file courtyard, and had no 'difficulty test, and not infrequently, after the
in letting myself out by the ,main protest, bankruptcy. From the buffalo
gate. hunt to the recapture of Fort Doug -
whistled for the 'dogs. They came las by the Hudson's Bay .soldiers.
huddling from the ladders where Idrafts on that essential part of a hu -
had left them, the sleigh still trailing man .being called stamina had been
leever; 'y'r message' 'when--when"---
and he fiteshated' in a way suggestive
.F e'taruity- "L'@1 ideleeve'r y'r mes-
sage when I sce her."
'At that iI turned' my :face to the
veil iu the 'bitterness of 'spirit which
only the invalid, with all the strength
of a ,maxi in this whims and,the weak-
ness of an inlfatit in his body, ,)mows.
I spent a 'feverish, restless ' aright,
with the hard -faced - Scotchman
'watching from his armchair at my
bedside, Once, •when I suddenly agak-
erred from sleep, or delirium, This eyes
were 'fastened ,on any face'with a
gleam of ,grave''kmidliness.
rMr.` Snibherladd,' (',cried, with alt
the` impatience 'df a child, 'rypdeas'e tell
pre, where're your daughter?"'
"I sent her 'to a "neighbor, sin' ye
came to y'r senses, lad," said he. "Ye
hae kept her about ye .night and day
sin' ye !gaeddaft, and losli, mon, ye
hat )gabbled wild talk enough to turn
the head •o' any lassie clean 'daft. An'
ye clever sir' nonsense when ye're
daft, what ,would ye say when ye''re
'sane? (bobs, mon, ye 'mann learn to
'hand y'r tongue—"
"Mr. Sutherland, I (interrupted in
a .great heat, quite 'forgetful of his
hospitality, "I'm .sorry to be ,the
means of •driving your daughter from
her )homer I 'beg you ltd send ,ire hack
to Fort Douglas—"
"Hand •quiet," +he '.ordered wibh a
wave ,Of his +hand. "An' wa'd ye have
me expose ,bhe head of a •mitheriess
bairn to a' the stack o' the aurid geese
its the settlement? Temper y'r ardor
wi' .discretion, lad! 'Tway but the day
before yesterday she left and ,she was
sair done wi' nursling you air' losing
of sleep! Till ye're 'fair y'rsel' again
and up, and she's weel an'd' rosy w;i'
full sleep, bide paitientl"
Thatspeech sent my face to 'the wall
again; but this time not its anger.
And that dogged 'fashion 'Mr. Suther-
land had of taking his own way did
me many a good 'turn. 'Olften . dtave I
heard. those bragging ,captains of the
Hudson's Bay • mercenaries swagger
into the little cottage sitting -room,
while I lay in !bed' on the other side
of the thin 'board partition, and relate
to Mr. Sutherland all the incidents of
their day's •search 'for .me.
"So many pounds sterling for bhe
man who captures the rascal," de-
clares D"Orsonnens,
"Aye 'tis a ,goodly price for one
poor rattle -pate," says :Mr. Suther-
land.
Whereupon, , D'Orsonnens s•w•eans
the ,price is more than my poor etnp-
ty head is worth, and 'proceeds to de-
scribe nee in terms which Mr. Suther-
land will only tolerate when . thund-
ered from an orthodox pulpit.
"I'd have ye understand, Sir," he
would declare wibh great dignity, "I'll
have no profanity ,under my roof.
Forthwith, the would show D'Or-
sonnens the door, lecturing the aston-
ished soldier,
"The ne'er-do-weel can hawk nae -
thing frae me," said he when relating
the incident.
Once I heard a Fort Douglas man
observe that, as bhe searoh had prov-
ed futile, I must 'have fallen into one
df the air -holes of the ice.
'tNae doot the headstrong young
mon is gettin' what he ,deserves. I
warrant she's warm in his present
abode," answered Mr. Sutherland.
On another ,occasion ,D'Ors.onnens
asked who the man was that Mr.
Sutherland's ,daughter had been nurs-
ing all winter,
"A pair body driven from Fort
Douglas by those btoadbhirsty vill-
ians," answered Mr. Sutherland, giv-
ing his visitor a strong toddy; and
he at once improved the occasion by
taking down a volume and reading
the 'French officer a series of selec-
tions. After that D'.Orsonnens came
no •more.
'I hope 1 did not tell Nor' -West
secrets in a Hudson's Bay 'rouse when
I was delirious, Mr. Sutherland," I
remarked ,
The Scotohnnan had lugged me
from ,bed in a, gentle, lumbering, well
meant fashion, and I was sitting up
for the first time.
"Ye're -no the 0100 wi' a leak t' y'r
mouth. I dinna say, though, ye're aye
as discreet wi' the thoughts o' y'r
head! 'Ye need ma fast y'r noodle wi'
remorse about company secrets. T
canna say ye'il no fret shoot some
other things ye hae told: A' the win-
ter lang, 'twas Frances and stars and
speerits and 'bogies and statues and
graven images—who' are fodbidden by
the Holy Scriptures—till the lassie
thought ye gane clean 'daftl 'Twas a
,bonnie e'e, like silver stars; or, a !bit
blush, like the'prppin! or laughter, like
links o' gold; and mair o' the like till
the lassie came rinn'in' oot of y'r
room, fair red wi' chalet Losh, mon,
ye maun keep a still 'tongue in y'r
head and not 'blab oat y'r'thau,ghts a'
a wife till she believes na mon ,can hae
peace Waist her. 1 wad .na .hae ye
abate one. jot o' all ye think, 'for her
price' is far above rubies; hut ,hae a
care wi' y'r !grand talk.! After ye gang.
to the' kirk, lad, na mon can keep that
up,"
'His warning I laughed to the,
wind's, as youth the world aver has
ever .laughed sage counsels of rohil.l-
ing age, 11
1 can compare my recovery'icnly to
the swift ;transition of: .seaaoas in l
those..northern Illatitudes: Without' any
lingering spring, the cold grayness 01
long, tense winter gives place to a
radiant sunburst ,of warm, _yellow
light. The `uplands .have long since'
been 'blown )rare 'of anow by the'
March winds,' and ibhnaugh the tangle
Of. matted turf shoat myriad ,pur:plle
cups of "the prairie" anemone, wh-ile
the 'russet gr'ass takes On emerald'
tints, One day the last 'blizzard May
be sweeping 'a white trail of ;stormy
majesty across the prairie; the next
a fragrance o'3 flowers rises 'from the
steamin+g.,eart'h atoll the snow -filled ra-
vinies Siav'e•,lbeoomu miniature lakes .re-
flecting the ,dazzle of. a sunny s'ky and,
fleece ,clouds, -
IMy convalescence Was similar to
the •coming of summer. Without any
weary ,fluetuation'front midi 'to 111, and
ill oto well—which sickens the heart
with a de'fermod shape—all my OW
time strength came 'back with the
glow of that year's 'J'une sun,
"There's nae accountin' for some
wilful' folk,. lad," was .Mr. Sutherland's
mebnark, ante evening after I was able
to leave ,my :room.• "Ye dune, risen frae
y'r bed like the crocus •frae snaw,Ati'
Frances were dhangin' aboot y'r pil-
low, dad, Iim nae sure yd be up sae
dapper and smart."
5I tbaught'nty nurse, was to return
when I.•was able to be up,' I answer-
ed, strolling to the 'cottage door.
"'Come back frae the door, lad. Dnn-
ma show y'rsel' tae the enemy. There
be more cpeerin' 'for ye than hae 'love
for y'r ;health. Have y'r wits eiboot ye!
Dinna be frettin' ,west' for Frances!
The lassies aye rip fast enow tae the
mon wi' sense to .hold his ain!"•
With that advice he 'motioned me
to the only armchair in ,th'e room, and
sitting down on the outer step to
keep watch, began reading some theo-
logical ,disputation aloud.
"It's a ,pity you can't lay the theo-
logical thunderers on the doorstep to
drive stray De Meurons off. Then you
could copse in -and take this chair
yourself," I answered, sitting back
where' iuo visitor could see me,
But Mr. Sutherland did not hear.
He was 'deep in polemics, rolling out
stout threats, that used Scriptural
texts as a cudgel, 'with a zeal that tes-
tified enjoyment. "The wicked 'bend
their bow," began the rasping voice;
but when he cleared his throat, pre-
paratory to the main argument, my
thoughts went wandering far from the
reader on the steps. As one whose
dream is jarred by outward sound, I
heard his tones ,quaver.
"Aye, 'Frances, • 'tis. you," he said,
and. away he went, pounding at the
sophistries of some straw enemy.
A shadow on the threshold, and be-
fore I had recalled my listless fancy,
in tripped Frances Sutherland, her-
self, feigning not to see me. The gray
eyes were veiled in the misty fashion
of those fluffy things women wear,
which let through all beauty, but bar
out intrusion. I do not .mean she wore
a veil: veils and frills were not seen
among the colonists in those days.
But the heavy las-hes hung low in the
slumbrous, dreamy way that sees all
and reveals ,nothing. Instinctively I
started up, with wild thoughts throng-
ing to my lips, At the same moment
Mr. Sutherland did the most chival-
rous thing •I have seen in homespun
or :broadcloth,
"Hoots- wi'y.,r ,giddly slaver," said
he, before I had spoken a word; and
walking off, he sat down at some dis-
tance.
Thereupon his ,daughter laughed
merrily with a whole quiver of dang-
erous archery about 'her tips.
"That is the nearest to an untruth I
have ever heard hint tell," she said,
which mightily relieved my embar-
rassment.
"Why did the say that?" T asked,
with my usual stupidity.
"I em sure I cannot say," 'and look-
ing straight at me, inc let go the ,bat'b-
ed shaft, that lies hidden in fair eyes
for unwary morta'l's.
"Sit down," she commanded, sink-
ing into the chair I had vacated. "Sit
down, Rufus, please!" This with an
after -shot of alarm from the heavy
lashes; for if a woman's •eves may
speak, so ,may a man's, and their
language is sometimes bolder.
"Thanks," and I sat down on the
arm of that same chair.
For once in my life I had sense to
keep 'my tongue still; for, if I .ha'd
spoken, I must have let bolt some im-
petuous thing better left unsaid.
"Rufus," she began, in the low.
thrilling bones that -had •etrthratled me
'front the first, "do you know I was
your sole nurse all the time you were
delirious?"
"No. wonder 1 was delirious! Dolt,
that I was, to have 'been ,delirious)"
thought I to ,myself; but I choked
down the 'foolish rejoinder and 'en-
deavored
en-
deavor•ed to look as wise as if my
head had been 'ballasted with the
weight of a patriarch's wisdom instead
of ballooning about like- a kite run
wild. •. .
"I think I know all your secrets.
"Oh!" A ratan ,usually has some se-
crets he would rather not share; and
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E. Pepper, R:R.1, Brucefield; E. R. G.
Jarmouth, Brodhagen; James Watt,
Blyth; C. F. Hewitt, ICincardine;
Wm. Yeo, Holmesville.
DIRECTORS
Alex. Broadfoot, Seaforth No, 3;
James S'h•ol•dice, Walton; Wm. Knox,
Londesboro; George Leonhardt,
Bornholm No. 1; Frank McGregor,
Clinton No, 5; James Connolly, Gnd-
erich; Alex 'MCEwing, Blyth No. 1;
Themes Moylan, Seaforth No. 5;
Wm. R. Archibald, Seaforth No. 4.
Parties desirous to effect insurance
or transact .other business, will be
promptly attended to by applications
to any of the above named officers
addressed to their •respective post -
offices.
.though I had not swung the full teth-
er of wild weft. ' freedom—thanks sole-
ly to her, not to me—T brcmbd'ed at
recollection of the .passes that come
bo every man's 'life 'when he has been
near enough the ,precipice to know the
sensation of ,fsiltibg .without. going
over,
"You talked incessantly of Miriam
and M'rs. Hantiltan and Father Hol-
land."
"Amid what ,did I say about Fran-
ces?"
"You said things about Frances
that made 'her tremble."'
"Tremble? 'Wh'at a 'brute, and you
waiting on me ,day and—"
(To be continued.)
"The neighbors ,tell me that you
have a model husband, Mrs. Hicks."
"Yue, sir; •Iblmt 'e ain't a workin'
model:'•
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