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Stefan, whose back had been resting on the door and whose arms had been hanging dejectedly at his side, took a step towards the girl.
“Ay go down de road a bit an’ meet Papineau if he come back,” he proposed. “If de togs is tired I take de doctor on my toboggan. Get back qvicker dat vay. So long! I comes back soon anyvays, sure.”
He started away at a swift pace, his strong dogs, amply rested, barking and throwing themselves hard upon the breastpieces of their harness. After he was out of hearing the two women sat very close together, for mutual comfort and consolation, and the older one began to speak in a low whisper.
“You very lucky, mademoiselle. It ees lucky it ain’t you h’own man as lie dere an’ you haf to see heem like dat. It is turriple ting to see. One time Papineau heem get h’awful seek, an’ I watch him five––no, six day and de nights. An’ it vos back in de Grand Nord, no doctor nor noding at all. An’ me wid my little Justine jus’ two month ole in my h’arms. An’ den come de day ven de good Lord Heem ’ear ’ow I pray all de time an’ Papineau heem begin to get vell again. But de time vos like having big knife planted in my ’eart, jus’ like dat.”
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She made a gesture as if she had stabbed herself, and went on:
“You not know ’ow ’appy you must be you no love a man as goin’ for die soon. You––you go crazy times like dat!”
But Madge made no answer and could only continue to stare at the form that seemed to grow dimmer as the small oil lamp cast flickering shadows in the room. In her ears the continued, eternal sound of the great falls had taken on an ominous character. It was like some solemn dirge that rose and fell, unaccountably, like the breathing of a vast force that could reck nothing of the piteous tragedy being enacted. It appeared to be growing ever so much colder again. A few feet away from the stove it was freezing. She sought to look out of the little window but great massing clouds had hidden the crimson of sunset. A strong wind was arising and caused the great firs and spruces to groan dismally. The minutes were again becoming cruel things that tortured one with their maddening slowness. The girl became conscious of the beats of her heart, unaccountably slow, as she thought.
And then, for a moment, that heart stopped utterly. A shout had come from the little lumber road and Maigan was barking at the door excitedly, in spite of the older woman’s250scolding. The toboggan slithered over the snow and there was a patter of dogs’ feet.
Madge threw the door open and let in a man in a great coonskin coat, who was carrying a bag. In spite of the heaviest fur mitts his hands were chilled and for a moment he held them to the glow of the stove, before turning calmly to his patient, after a curt nod to each of the women.
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“I’m Dr. Starr,” the man introduced himself. “It’s turning mighty cold again. We only hit the high places after I got on Stefan’s toboggan, I can tell you. How the man kept up with his team I can’t tell you, but he ran all the way.”
He threw off his heavy coat and turned to the bunk.
“Now let’s see what we’ve got here,” he said.
The two women were scanning his face, holding their breaths, but Mrs. Papineau had the lamp and held it so as to cast some light on Hugo. The doctor’s expression, however, was quite inscrutable.
“Your husband?” he asked the girl, who shook her head. “Well, perhaps it’s a good thing he’s not. Put a lot of water to boil on the stove, please. Can’t you find another lamp here––this one doesn’t give much light?”
There was no lamp but they found a package of candles which were soon flickering on252the table, stuck in the necks of bottles. The doctor was pulling a lot of things out of his bag, coolly. To Madge it seemed queer that he could be so unaffected by what he saw. Presently he went to work, after baring the injured shoulder.
After it was all over it seemed to the girl like some dreadful nightmare. After just one keen glance the doctor had probably decided that her young hands would afford him the better help. And so she had been obliged to remain at his side and look upon the sinewy shoulder and the arm that had been laid bare, and at the angry and inflamed wound which had been flooded with iodine. And then had come the picking up of shining instruments just taken out of one of the boiling vessels. Her teeth left imprints on her lips and she felt that she was surely going to stagger and fall as the man made long slashing incisions. From them he took out a piece of cloth and a bullet that had been flattened against the bone. After this there was a lot more disinfecting and the placing of red tubes of rubber deep down in the wound, which was finally covered with a large dressing. But it was only after this was all finished that Madge dropped on a stool, feeling sick and shaken.
“Oh, you’re not such a very bad soldier,253after all,” commented the doctor, quietly, as he gathered up his instruments to clean and boil them again. “I can’t say that I’m optimistic about this case––but perhaps you don’t quite understand such big words. I mean that I haven’t any great hopes for this lad, but at least he has some little chance now. There was none whatever before. Of course it depends a lot on the nursing he gets. If I thought for a moment that he could stand the trip I’d take him away with me, but that’s out of the question.”
Then he turned to Stefan.
“I’ll have to catch the first freight back in the morning, my man. Will you take me to Carcajou in good time? I can’t afford to miss it. Too many needing me just now east of here!”
“Ay, I take you––if Hugo he no worse. But if tings is goin’ wrong, I’ll let Papineau do it. I––I can’t leaf no more. Vhen I starts from here I tank I can’t stand it a moment––but vhen I get off on de road, I gets grazy to come back. I––I don’t know vhat I vants!”
The doctor looked at him curiously, appreciating the depth of the man’s emotion and gauging the strength of the superb creature he was.
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“I won’t let you take me if it isn’t safe,” he told him, and turned to his patient again.
“Do you expect to stay up all night?” he suddenly asked the girl.
“I––I am anxious to, if I can be of the slightest help.”
“One can never tell,” he replied. “I might be glad to have you with me. You don’t lose your head––and you’re efficient.”
Presently Papineau arrived with his dogs and took his wife home. The good lady had looked upon the doctor’s cutting with profound disfavor. A suggestion of hers about herbs had been treated with scant respect. Before leaving she spoke to Madge.
“I stay h’all night too––but it ain’t no good, because if he lif to-morrow night den you go sleep an’ I stay ’ere. Before I go to bed I prays moch. I––I ’opes he lif through de night––heem no more bad as heem was, anyvays, an’ dat someting.”
So they went away sorrowfully, to the little new-born calf and the babies and the children who needed them, and Stefan sat on the floor with his back to the wall, while Maigan snuggled up against him.
Dr. Starr remained all night, sometimes dozing a little on his chair, with the ability of the man often called at night to take little255snatches of sleep here and there, but Madge was at all times wide awake. Some time after midnight Hugo appeared to be sleeping quietly. The valuable candles had been extinguished, of course, but the little lamp was burning, shaded on one side by a piece of birch bark. Stefan had gradually curled up on the floor, under the table, where he was out of the way, and was snoring lustily. In the morning, doubtless, he would most honestly insist that he had not slept an instant. Out of doors the Swede’s dogs had dug holes in the snow and, with sensitive noses covered by their bushy tails, were awaiting in slumber the next call from their master. The great falls kept up their moan and the trees swayed and cracked. A wind-borne branch, falling on the roof, made a sudden racket that was startling.
At frequent intervals Madge rose and gave Hugo some water, for which he always seemed grateful, or adjusted the pillow beneath his head. Once, when she sat down again, she saw the doctor’s eyes fixed upon her, gravely.
“You have the necessary instinct,” he told her, “and the patience and perseverance. I don’t know what your plans may be for the future, but you would make a good nurse.”
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Madge shrugged her shoulders, the tiniest bit. She didn’t know. It didn’t matter what she was fit for. The world so far had been a failure. The only important thing before her now was to do her best to help pull the sick man out of the jaws of death, if it could possibly be done. She sat down again, and after a time that seemed like an age the utter blackness without began to turn to gray and, in spite of the constantly replenished stove, the chill of the early morning struck deep into her. As the doctor looked at his watch she rose and began to make tea, which comforted them.
“Do you expect to keep on looking after this man?” the doctor asked her, abruptly, between two mouthfuls.
“Yes, of course, if I may,” she answered.
“I should say that you will simply have to, if his life is to be saved, or at least if he’s to have a fair chance. I shall be compelled to go pretty soon. As it is I won’t get back home before noon and there are several bad cases I must see to-day. I’ll return the day after to-morrow; it’s the best I can do, for it is absolutely impossible for me to remain here. Now just listen to me very carefully while I give you the necessary directions. I think I’d better write some of them out so that you will257be sure not to forget them. See if you can find me a bit of paper somewhere.”
On one of the shelves there was a small homemade desk in which she rummaged. She found a number of loose bits of paper, some of them scribbled over in pencil and others with ink. They were apparently accounts, notes concerning various supplies and a few letters from various places. Finding a clean sheet she brought it to the doctor who rapidly wrote at length upon it. At this moment Stefan awoke, with a portentous yawn, but a second later he had leaped to his feet and was scanning their faces anxiously.
“I tank mebbe I doze for a moment,” he informed them. “How is Hugo gettin’ long?”
“For the present he looks to me somewhat better,” answered the doctor. “There doesn’t seem to be any immediate danger, and I’ll have to start back in a few minutes. We’ve had a cup of tea, but you’d better make some breakfast ready.”
Stefan bestirred himself and presently a potful of rolled oats was being stirred carefully for fear of burning, and bacon was sputtering in the pan. The kettle was singing again and Madge was cutting slices from a loaf left by Mrs. Papineau. The three sat258down to the table and ate hungrily, abundantly, as people have to who make stern demands upon their vitality.
The doctor made a few more remarks about the treatment of his patient. He had carefully laid on the table the little tablets of medicine, the bottle containing an antiseptic, the cotton and gauze that must be used to renew the dressing. Then he went out, breathing deeply of the sharp and aromatic air, and a moment later he and Stefan were gone, the latter promising to return at once, with a few needed supplies from the store. Madge was alone now with Hugo, who was again sleeping quietly. She read over the doctor’s directions carefully while she stood by the little window, as the lamp had been extinguished.
A few minutes later she decided to place the paper in the little desk again, for safe-keeping. Without the slightest curiosity her eyes fell again upon some of the writing on loose sheets. But presently she was staring at it hard as a strong conviction made its way into her brain. After this she went to the other shelf where some books had been placed and opened one of them, and then another. On the flyleaf was written, in bold characters, “Hugo Ennis.” The writing was exactly the same as that which appeared on the259scattered leaves, for she compared them carefully.
“There can be no doubt––he never wrote those letters,” she decided. “But––but I knew very well he couldn’t have written them. It––it isn’t like him.”
The idea came again that he could have obtained some one to write for him, but it was immediately cast aside. The man would not engage in dirty work himself––far less would he get others to do it for him. She––she had abused and insulted him––called him a liar, as far as she could remember, and again her face felt hot and burning.
Once more she sat down by the bunk, after she had given Maigan a big feed of oats, with a small remnant of the bacon grease. She felt humbled now, as if her accusations constituted some unforgivable, despicable sin. This man had never intended to do her the slightest harm. He really never knew that she was coming. And through her stupid clumsiness his life was now ebbing. The doctor’s long words sounded dreadfully in her ears: general sepsis, blood poisoning, a system overwhelmed by the toxines of virulent microbes; they reverberated in her ears like so many sentences of death. Was there any hope that this outflowing life would ever turn in260its course and return like an incoming tide? Would she again see him able to lift up his head, to speak in words no longer dictated by the vagaries of delirium? She would give anything to be able to ask his pardon humbly after his mind cleared again. Oh, it was unthinkable that he should die, that the end might be coming soon, and that she must go forth with that unspeakable load of misery in her heart.
Maigan restlessly kept on coming to her and placing his head in her lap, as if seeking comfort. Once she bent over and put her cheek against his jaw and furry ear. He was a companion in misery.
When she lifted up her head again to stare once more at the sufferer, with eyes heavily ringed with black, he slowly opened his own and looked at her vaguely, for at first there was not the slightest sign of recognition in them. Presently, however, the girl saw something that looked like a faint smile.
“How––how long have I been asleep?” he asked, weakly. “And have––have you been here all the time?”
She nodded, conscious that her heart was now beating with excitement, and his eyes closed again. But his hand had sought the one she had laid on the blanket and rested on261it, for a few moments. It was the ever-recurring call of the man for the comfort of a woman’s touch, for the protection his strength gathers from her weakness.
“You––you’re ever so good and kind,” he said again, in a low hoarse voice, after which he kept still again, for the longest time.
In spite of the gray pall of clouds over the sky and the complaining of the gale-swept tops of the great trees, in spite of the vast dull roar of the great falls, that had seemed a dirge, a ray of cheer had entered the little shack. It had seemed to her like such a paltry and mean excuse for a dwelling, when she had first seen it, and had been so thoroughly in keeping with the sordid nature she had at once attributed to this man whom she believed to have brought her there with amazing lies. But now, in some way, it had become a link, and the only one, that still attached her a little to the world. It appeared to her like the one place where she had been able to obtain a little rest from her miserable thoughts. Indeed, it had now become infinitely desirable. If the man could have stood up again and greeted her it would have become a haven of unspeakable comfort, since she would realize that for once her efforts had not been in vain, and that she had helped bring him back to262life. But of course she knew that she must leave it soon, that whether he died or recovered, the only trail she could follow would be one that would lead to the banks of the Roaring River, where the big air holes were. And yet, so strongly is hope implanted in the human heart, this termination of her adventure seemed to have receded into a dimmer future, like the knowledge which we have that some day all must die but which we consider pertains only to some vague and distant period that we shall not reach for a long time.
Hugo was sleeping quietly now and the girl’s hand upon his pulse detected a feeble and swift flowing of the blood-current which, in spite of its weakness, was an improvement. But the great thing was that another day had come and he was still living, and his breathing came quietly. If––if she had loved the man, she never would have been able to go through all this without a breaking down of her little strength. As Stefan had said, and as Mrs. Papineau had also intimated, it was fortunate for her that she did not love him. Indeed, it was ever so much better. She was glad indeed that he had recognized and praised her, and then his voice had never expressed the slightest sign of reproach. She was happy that he had found comfort in her presence263beside his couch and––and had been able to smile at her.
Madge opened the door to let Maigan out. The air was full of feathery masses of snow blown from treetops. Sheltered as she was from the wind, the cold was no longer so penetrating. In the east the gray was tinted through the agency of long rifts in which dull shades of red broke through and were reflected even upon the white at her feet. It was not a cheery world just then, since the sun did not shine and the great fronds of evergreens loomed very dark, but the vastness of the wooded valley sloping down beneath her and stretching beyond the limits of her vision impressed her with a sense of greatness and of power. It was a tremendously big, strong and inexorable world, in which was being fought the unending and apparently unjust battle of the mighty against the weak, of the wolves and lynxes against the deer and hares, of a myriad furred and sharp-fanged things against the feebler and defenseless things of the forest. But also it was a world capable of bringing forth majestic things; able and willing to reward toil; in which, despite all of nature’s unceasing cruelty, there could reign happiness and the accomplishment of a heart’s desire.
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All this was not clearly shaped in Madge’s mind. She was merely undergoing a vague and potent influence that penetrated her very soul. She closed the door again very softly, and when she sat again it was with a strange feeling of contentment, or at any rate a surcease of bitter thoughts, which affected her gently, like the heat of the little stove.
Maigan soon scratched at the door again, and through the frosted glass Madge saw Mrs. Papineau approaching. She was looking rather tired and dismal. It was evident, from her panting, that she had hurried, but now she was coming very slowly, as if afraid to hear bad news. But when she finally came in and looked at Hugo, her fat face took on some of its wonted cheerfulness.
“Heem no look so bad now,” she asserted. “Who know? Mebbe get all right again, eh? What Docteur Starr heem say before he go?”
Madge was compelled to give her a long account of how the night had passed and to describe every move and relate every word of the doctor.
“Dat’s good,” approved Mrs. Papineau. “Now you go to our ’ouse an’ get to bed an’ ’ave sleep. If de children make noise tell ’em I slap ’em plenty ven I get back, sure. You265need bad for to sleep––h’eyes look tired an’ red.”
She explained that Papineau had been obliged to go off after some traps that were not very far away, and would return by midday. She insisted upon the need of Madge to impress the children with the virtues of silence. They had already been informed that if they did not keep still when the lady returned they would be given to theloup-garouand other mythical and traditional terrors ofhabitantchildhood.
“Me stay ’ere all day. Den you come back an’ stay de night, if you lak’. You tell me vat I do.”
The good lady found her endeavors useless, however. Hadn’t the doctor said that incessant care might perhaps, with luck, bring about a recovery? And Hugo had been better––he had spoken––he might speak again and want something she might get him. Moreover, the dressing was to be changed very soon and the drainage tubes were to be flushed out once in so often with the solution the doctor had left. To have gone away then would have been desertion; she never entertained the thought for an instant.
Hence she attended to these things, in the presence of Mrs. Papineau, who looked quite266awed at the proceedings. Generally the man seemed quite unconscious of what she did, and there was little complaint from him; just a few moans and perhaps a slight drawing away when she hurt him slightly in spite of her gentle handling. Finally Madge consented to rest a little, providing she was not forced to leave the shack. In the absence of other accommodation Mrs. Papineau had spread a heavy blanket on the floor, with odds and ends of spare clothing. It was only after the good woman had solemnly promised to awaken her in case there was the slightest need that the girl at last lay down, feeling dead tired but without the slightest desire to sleep, as she thought. But it did not take a very long time before her eyes closed and she was deep in slumber that was heavy and dreamless. Maigan came and curled up beside her. He thoroughly approved of her.
It was only after midday that she awoke, startled, as if conscious of having been remiss in her duty, and raised herself quickly to a sitting posture.
“Is––is everything all right?” she asked, anxiously.
Upon being reassured she tried to lie down again, at Mrs. Papineau’s urging, but sleep refused to come. Indeed, she felt greatly267rested. And then she began to feel very hungry and had a meal of bread and tea, with a few dried prunes. It was not a very fine repast, but Madge was amazed to see what a lot she could eat. When she rose from the table she felt conscious that in some way she had gained strength, in spite of her weariness. After this she renewed the dressings again, taking the greatest pains with them. It was getting dark when Mrs. Papineau left her, utterly indifferent to the howling of wolves on the distant ridges. She had offered to remain but Madge knew that her presence was needed at home, owing to the little ones. Moreover, the girl was getting accustomed to her weird surroundings.
In the faithful Maigan there was a protector. Besides, she still counted among the living; she was engaged in work that called for and brought out all her womanhood. In spite of her fears for the man the longing for his recovery was becoming mingled with a vague confidence, with the idea of a possibility that something might happen that would gradually develop in some sort of promise for a future that would not be all sorrow and toil. It was perhaps simply a temporary forgetfulness of self when confronted with what was a greater and stronger interest. The girl268Madge had become less important when compared to the dying man. She was merely an instrument wherewith destiny helped to shape certain indefinite ends. Her own turn had not yet come, and her personality was submerged in a simple acquiescence in plans and decrees she could not understand.
It appeared that the dreariness of the long hours had lessened. The imminent threat of the day before was no longer so vivid and racking, for the man kept on breathing with fair ease, and his pulse was perhaps a little stronger. She was wondering why Stefan had not returned as he had promised, when the now familiar sound of dogs and sled fell again on her ears. To her joy and surprise she found that it was the doctor, returning with the Swede.
“Managed to get away after all,” explained the former. “It’s the devil’s own thing to think there’s a chap somewhere that a fellow might perhaps help, and then be obliged to let him go because others are calling for you. Women are desperately fond of asking their husbands if they would save them or their mothers first, in case of need. It’s the deuce and all of a question to answer. But we fellows who practice on the edge of the wilderness269are all the time confronted by beastly questions of that sort. How is he?”
“I really think he’s better,” she hastened to inform him, and described how the sick man had spoken and been quite lucid for some moments. Dr. Starr went in and stopped at the side of the bunk, looking down with his chin resting on his hand.
To Madge he had seemed to be a man of few words, rather stern in his manner and apt, as she thought, to view humanity from a very materialistic point of view. His recent speech was the longest she had heard from him. In a somewhat cynical vein he had referred to some hard problems the lone practitioner has to solve at times.
“At any rate, he seems to be holding his own,” he finally admitted. “I can’t see that he is a bit worse. It seems to me that you’re a pretty capable nurse. Some brains and lots of good strong will.”
He looked away from her as he talked and began to rub his hands together.
“Tell you what,” he said, turning again to her. “This night might be the decisive one, and I think I’ll stick it out here again. I’ll catch the freight back in the morning, as I did to-day. We’ll have a look at the wound now, and see how those drains are working.270Did you follow my orders? But I think I needn’t ask. Put more water on the stove, Stefan.”
Madge had been holding the lamp for him, and when the doctor passed his hand over Hugo’s forehead the eyes opened and the man blinked. Also there seemed to be a relaxing of the tense, hollow-cheeked face.
“She––she’s saving my life,” he whispered, hoarsely. “She’s tireless and––and kindness itself. Don’t––don’t let her get played out.”
He put out a brown hand that had rapidly become very thin and touched the girl’s arm, after which he lay back, exhausted by his slight effort. The doctor went to work again, baring the wound, injecting fluids, adjusting the drains, and as he busied himself he always found the girl at his side, with all that he needed ready at his hand.
“That’ll do for a while,” he finally said. “The drainage is good. He isn’t absorbing much poison now, that’s sure. If we can keep up his strength he’s going to pull through, I hope. Get us a bite of supper, Stefan, I’m as hungry as a bear.”
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During the night the doctor dozed off again, at times, like a man well versed in conserving his energy. But whenever he awoke he found Madge wide awake, intently observing the patient or busy with something for his comfort. The sky had cleared again and the great trunks were again cracking in the frost of the bright and starlit night. Dr. Starr had been staring for some moments at the girl. He shivered a little and drew his stool nearer the stove. Stefan was again snoring on the floor.
“Come over here,” he told Madge in a low voice, “bring your seat with you. I want to get something off my mind.”
“You needn’t answer if you don’t wish to,” he told her, “but––but there’s something rather tragic about that little face of yours. I don’t think it’s idle curiosity, but I’d like to know. I might as well confess that I’ve been questioning that fellow Stefan about you, but the sum of his knowledge is best represented by zero. I can assure you that I don’t want to intrude and that I won’t be a bit offended if you tell me it’s none of my business.”
“What do you want to know?” asked Madge, rather frightened, although she did not know why.
“You are aware, of course, that we doctors are used to seeing pain and usually try to get at the cause, so that we may better know how to272relieve it. I should judge that you have known a lot of suffering; that sort of thing leaves marks. Fortunately, they can often be effaced in the young. I have been thinking that you were in need of a friend. No! Don’t draw back! I’ll say right now that my wife ’s the best woman on earth and I’ve got four kids. You ought to see the little rascals. Now I might as well tell you that I’m grateful to you for taking such good care of my patient. I’d also be glad of a chance to help you a little, or give advice if you happen to need any.”
Madge stared at him for a moment during which her eyes became somewhat blurred. The doctor’s offer seemed like the first really disinterested and friendly one that had been proffered to her for some years. In that vast New York she had become unused to that sort of thing. The other people in this place had been ever so kind, of course, but it was on account of their friend Hugo. At first she hesitated.
“You look like a man that can be trusted,” she said, very low.
“I feel that I am,” he answered, simply.
Then, gradually, moved by that desire to confess and trust in a friend that is one of the best qualities of human nature, she told of273her coming, in halting, interrupted words. The doctor kept silent, nodding now and then so that she became impressed with a certainty that he understood. At times that deep red color suffused her cheeks, but they would soon become pale again, all the more so for her dark-ringed eyes. Little by little her story became easier to tell. She had sketched it out in a few broad lines, but the man to whom she spoke happened to know the world. Her speaking relieved her burdened heart and gave her greater strength.
“And––and I think that’s all,” she faltered at last. “Do––do you really understand? Do you think I’ve been a shameless creature to venture into this? Can you realize what it is to be at the very end of one’s tether?”
The doctor looked at her, the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes becoming more pronounced. He put out his long-fingered, capable hand to her, and she stretched out her own, timidly, in response.
“You and I, from this time on, are a pair of friends,” he told her. “Indeed, I’m acquainted with that huge beehive you came from, with its drones and its workers, its squanderers and its makers. I studied there for a couple of years, and I know why some of the women have a choice between the river274and even fouler waters. But let me tell you what I think of this matter. The desperate effort you made to save yourself may not have been very good judgment. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred such an endeavor would be worse than jumping from the frying-pan into the fire. But at least it argues something strong and genuine in you. You came because you felt that you could not give up the fight without one last supreme trial. Such a thing would take a lot of pluck.”
He stopped for a moment, looking into the whites of her eyes.
“And now you’ve made up your mind that all your struggle has been in vain and that the end is in sight. Now I can’t tell where that end lies, Miss Nelson, but it looks to me as if it had retired into the far distance. You are going to keep on taking care of this man, of course. He needs you badly, in the first place, and the toil and stress of it will be good for your soul. And then saving a life is tremendously interesting. There’s nothing like it. But your new life is only to begin when this job is finished.”
“I––I don’t understand,” said the girl, watching him eagerly.
“When you’re through with this case, Stefan will bring you back to Carcajou.275There he’ll put you on the train and send you to me. I can assure you that my wife will welcome you. She’s that sort, strong and friendly and helpful. My poor little chaps don’t see very much of their daddy, but they’ve got a mother who’s a wonder, to make up for it. Now our village can’t yet afford a trained nurse, though some day I’m going to have a little hospital and two or three of them. The railroad will help. But in the meanwhile you’re going to work for me, at little more than a servant’s wages. You’re quick and intelligent and have a pair of gentle and capable hands. There are scores and scores of little houses and shacks where your presence would be simply invaluable. My wife tries it, but she can’t do it all, with the kids and the husband to look after. I shall work you like a horse, when you get strong enough, but every bit of the work will help some poor devil. My wife can give you a bed, a seat at our table and plenty of good wise friendship. In all this you’re going to give away a lot more than you will receive. How does it strike you?”
But Madge was weeping silently, with her face held in her hands. The doctor had certainly not tried to make his proposition very attractive, and yet she felt as if she were emerging276from deep waters in which she had been suffocating. Now there was pure air to breathe and there would always be God’s sunlight to cheer one and bring blessed warmth. From the slough of despond she was being drawn into the glory of hope.
“I shall try,” she promised. “Oh, how hard I’m going to try! It––it seems just like some wonderful dream. But––but can I really earn all this––are you sure that it isn’t––”
“Charity on my part?” interrupted the doctor. “Not a bit, Miss Nelson. We’re scantily provided with women in these new countries. And there are enough poor fellows who get hurt in the mines, or on the railroad, to give you plenty of employment without counting the regular settlers. A good woman’s face at their side may make the end easier for some of them and help others get well quicker.”
“If––if you are very sure––”
“I know what I’m talking about. You see, Miss Nelson, there is really no need of any one despairing in one of those big cities, so long as there is enough strength and courage left to get out of them. In this great expanse of wilderness toilers are needed, but we can’t use mollycoddles. The men have to277hew and dig and plow, and need women to work at their sides, to look after the injured, to teach the little ones, to keep the rough crowd civilized and human. More than all they are needed to become the mothers of a strong breed engaged in the conquest of a new world, one that is being made first with the axe and the hoe and in which the victory represents germinating seed and happy usefulness. Countries such as this are not suited to the dross of humanity. We cannot find employment for the weak, the lazy, or the shiftless. The first of these are to be pitied, of course, but we cannot help them. To the red-blooded and the clean of heart it offers all that sturdy manhood and womanhood can desire. Surely you can see how wide our horizons are, how full of promise is this new world that stretches out its welcoming arms to you!”
“I see––I see it all,” answered the girl. “Oh, what a glorious vision it is! How can I ever thank you?”
“You don’t have to,” replied the man, sharply. “If you decide to accept my offer I will be the one to feel grateful.”
He looked at her keenly, and was doubtless satisfied with what he saw. Then he tilted back the legs of his stool, rested his head on278the log wall behind him, and took another good sound nap.
He went away again just before sunrise, and Madge was left once more alone with the sick man. Soon she noticed that his eyes opened frequently, and followed her when she happened to move about the room. She could see that her presence strengthened him. In Hugo’s mind, however, there was the dim impression that he was returning from a long blindfolded journey that had left no impressions of anything but vague pain and deep weariness. And it was utterly wonderful to be greeted by a gentle voice and given care such as had not been his since childhood.
279CHAPTER XIVThe Hoisting
On the few rests the dogs were compelled to take on their way back to Carcajou, Dr. Starr again questioned Stefan, carefully. The story Madge had told him was interesting, it sounded a little like some of those tales of detectives and plots marvelously unraveled, but the trouble was that no sleuth was at work and the mystery was as deep as ever. He inquired carefully in regard to the enemies Hugo might have made, but struck an absolute blank. Yes, there was one fellow Hugo had licked, but a couple of weeks later the young man had obliged him with a small loan, which had been cheerfully repaid, and the individual in question had moved a couple of hundred miles east. Oh, that was way back last summer!
Having thus easily eliminated the masculine element of Carcajou, it took no great effort on the doctor’s part to turn to the women. Were there any who had reason to dislike him; had he made love to any of them?
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“Hugo make lofe to any gals in Carcajou!” exclaimed Stefan, holding a burning match in his fingers and letting it go out. “Hugo don’t nefer make lofe to nobotty. Dere’s McGurn’s gal over to the store as looked like she vanted bad to make lofe to him; alvays runnin’ after Hugo, she vos. Vhen he go in de post-office she alvays smile awful sveet at Hugo, and dere’s dem as say she vere pretty mad because he don’t never pay no attention. Vhat he care for de red-headed t’ing?”
“She looks after all the mail, doesn’t she?” asked the doctor.
“Yes, McGurn he too busy vid oder t’ings. De gal tends to all de letters an’ papers.”
This seemed an indication worth following. When they reached the depot at Carcajou, Joe Follansbee informed them that the freight would be about an hour late. Madge had, during the course of her story, told the doctor all about the visit of the Carcajou Vigilantes, and from Stefan he had obtained the names of the people who had made up the party. Most of them were known to him, since he was frequently called to Carcajou, especially when the mill was running. From the girl he had obtained the letters she received from Hugo, as she had formerly believed. The281matter could not be allowed to rest. He must investigate things further. Meeting old man Prouty, whom he had once cured of rheumatism, he drew him aside. The old man quite willingly told of his share in the event.
“We only wanted to see that everything was straight and aboveboard,” he told the doctor. “And there wouldn’t have been no fuss there at all if Sophy McGurn hadn’t come out kinder crazy; the way them excitable women-folks does, sometimes.”
“What did she do?” asked Dr. Starr.
“Oh, she went an’ accused that young ’ooman over there of havin’ tried to murder Hugo. Said somethin’ about the gal wantin’ to get square on him for––for somethin’ or other as ain’t very clear. But soon as Pat Kilrea he begins to pin her down to facts she takes it all back an’ says she don’t really know nothin’.”
“Thanks, Mr. Prouty, I’m very much obliged to you. I’ll stroll over there.”
He walked over to the general store and post-office where he was greeted by old McGurn, who at his request produced a box of cigars.
“Yes, Doc, I can recommend them,” he said. “There was a drummer stopped here last week who said they smelled just like real282Havanas. I bought two barrels of crockery off him.”
The doctor nodded, admiring the drummer’s diplomacy, and walked over to the other counter behind which Miss Sophy was standing.
“How do you do, Miss McGurn?” he said, amiably.
“How d’ye do? How’s Hugo––Hugo Ennis?” she asked, eagerly.
“He may perhaps pull through, though he’s still hanging on to a pretty thin chance. I suppose you know that you’re soon going to be called as a witness?”
“Me?” she exclaimed. “What for?”
“Well, that story about an accident looks rather fishy to me, you know. I have an idea that it wouldn’t be a bad thing to have the sheriff come over here and investigate things a little. We’re beginning to get too civilized on this line to stand for gun-play. I’ve talked over the matter with some of the people who went with you to Roaring River, and I gather that you are the only one who can enlighten us a little.”
“I––I don’t know anything!” she stammered.
“You’re probably too modest, Miss McGurn, or you may perhaps be trying to283shield some one. That shows your kind heart, of course, but it won’t quite do for the law. At any rate you will tell us what aroused your suspicions. It’s very important, you know, for the slightest clue may be of service. And then, of course, there is the matter of the letters.”
“What letters?” cried the girl, biting her lips.
“Oh, just some letters that passed through this office. Let me see, where did I put them? Always indispensable to secure all documents. Miss Nelson gave them to me.”
Very slowly he pulled the letters out of his pocket, while his keen eyes searched Sophy’s face, gravely. She was distinctly ill at ease, he observed.
“There has been a queer mix-up. These documents can hardly be called forgery, since there is no attempt to imitate the real handwriting of the person who is supposed to have written them. It’s simply a clumsy attempt to deceive, as far as I can see. But the strange thing is that several letters came from New York, apparently, and have never been received. It seems that they must have come through this office and the post-office authorities will be asked to trace them. They are always glad to hear of any irregularities, of284course, and will send an expert here, naturally, if mere inquiry does not suffice. Those chaps are wonderfully clever, you know. They seem to be able to find out anything they want to know. The letters I am showing you came through Carcajou, there’s your stamp on the envelopes. The detective will compare this handwriting with that of every man, woman and child in Carcajou and the neighborhood, and while it is certainly disguised, there’s so much of it that they will certainly find out who sent them. It––it’s going to prove devilish tough for somebody, you may be sure. Of course I’m no lawyer and can’t tell what the charge will be, perhaps conspiracy of some sort, or making use of the mails for some fraudulent or––or some prohibited purpose. But that’s evidently no concern of ours and I know you’ll help the authorities to the best of your ability. You will naturally do all you can because no postmaster likes to have any irregularity in his office. That sort of thing generally means taking it away from the holder and putting it in other hands. Your father would be pretty angry if anything like that happened, because while you attend to the mails, he’s really the responsible party.”
Miss Sophy may not have realized how285keenly the doctor was looking at her. He was now feeling quite certain that his suspicions had fallen on the guilty party. Here was a jealous woman who evidently knew a good deal. Putting two and two together is the very essence of scientific thought and Dr. Starr was no beginner. Sophy’s foot was beating a rapid tattoo on the floor. On her face the color kept going and coming.
“Somebody has done a very foolish thing,” continued the doctor. “Perhaps it was not realized that it was also a very wicked one. At any rate there is a lot of trouble coming. I will bid you good-day.”
He turned on his heels, lighting the cigar he had bought and looking quite unconcerned. Sophy hastened around the counter and intercepted him at the door, following him out. She touched his arm.
“Do––do they suspect any one?” she asked.
“I think I may have spoken too much, Miss McGurn,” answered the doctor, with a face that had suddenly become exceedingly stern. “It is not for me to answer your question. Of course, it’s in my power to tell the sheriff that there is no longer any suspicion that the shooting was otherwise than accidental, and I could perhaps also persuade286Miss Nelson not to follow this matter of the letters any further. I think that she would follow my advice in the matter. But I have no intention of interfering until––until I know everything––down––to––the––last––word!”
He accentuated this by striking with his fist into an open hand, slowly, as if driving in a rebellious spike. They were alone on the little veranda of the store. Within her breast the girl’s heart was throbbing with fear––with the terror of exposure and unknown punishments. She felt that this man knew the exact truth and she had the sensation of some animal cornered and seeing but a single avenue of escape.
“But I have found out everything I wanted to know, Miss McGurn,” Dr. Starr told her, suddenly. “Unless I have a written confession in my hands I shall let matters take their course. It––is––for––you––to––choose.”
He looked at his watch.
“My train should be here in fifteen minutes,” he told her. “After that it will be too late!”
Then the girl broke down. Wild thoughts had come and gone. If a weapon had been at hand she might, in obedience to the behest287of a wild and fiery nature, have stabbed the man who so calmly faced her. But she felt utterly helpless and her fear and despair became supreme.
“I––I’ll write whatever you want me to, if––if you promise not to tell!” she cried.
“I’m not quite prepared to accept conditions,” he answered. “I intend to show the paper to Ennis and to Miss Nelson. They have a right to know the truth. But I can promise that they will carry the matter no farther, and that I shall see that neither the sheriff nor the post-office authorities will interfere. There are but a few minutes left now.”
She rushed into the store again and went to the desk. Her father was no longer in the room. With feverish speed she wrote while the doctor bent over her, suggesting a word now and then. Finally she signed the paper and handed it to him.
“I think you had better give me those answers now,” he suggested. “Those directed to A. B. C.”
From Box 17 she took the letters and handed them over without a word, and the doctor carefully placed them in his pocket with the others.