Morris tribune., 1895-12-25

ing, snow clad prairie and a broken
fringe Of struggling underground mark
ing the course Of the winding creek.
Here Harry Yorke looked out some
what thoughtfully. He could remember,
when the governor general Of Canada
was travelling through the country, how
he had stopped at this point on the pre-
vious autumn and he had made one Of
the little party who had met the gov
ernor's special train that had been side
tracked to permit Of their enjoying the
shooting Of some prairie chickens and
q scamper on horseback. Poor Oliver
Morphy, his comrade on that occasion,
the dark, cold waters Of Lake Winnipeg
only few months before had claimed,
o stanch comrade and as leal heart
as ever beat in human breast.
Light let the turf under which you
were at last laid rest upon your breast,
dear conrade, for your memory is ever
with us as green as in springtime!
In that mysterious land to which we
all are journeying, if there be such a
thing as reunion with those who
have gone on before, may we meet you
there. and feel again the hearty, firm
grip Of your honest hand. From this
side the chasm that yawns between the
finite and the eternal, and which death
alone can bridge, our hearts go out to
you, our all too feeble voices greet you :
Was hiel! Was HELL
And you, young De Beaujeu, who per-
ished with him, worthy representa-
tive Of worthy race-those loyal sub
jects, the French Canadians-peac be
with you! Il
There were quite few passengers
aboard the train, albeit it was. the dull
season-a few bagmen, one or two dis
appointed emigrants returning from
British Columbia, Seattle or Tacoma, a
contingent. Of naval men from Esqui-
mault, few Australians who had come
by the Yokohama route, few ranchers
from Alberta going east to visit their
friends in lower Canada, and a few be-
longing to that nondescript genus the
representatives Of which are only to
be found in perfection ON the American
continent The business of such men
lying in cheap and remarkable COM
modities Of a novel and original nature
and in the advertising columns of cheap
newspapers, they live by their wits and
on the absence Of them mother people.
Judging by the fact shat they always
seem to have plenty of money, they
must BIZ very wise men indeed and the
people they do business with must be
very great fools. The Canadian Pacific
railway somewhat resembles the Suez
canal-it is one of the worlds great
highways and a place where, tigura-
lively speaking, all sorts and conditions
of strange craft are congested. The
student OF human nature has as motley
q crowd to study from as he could well
find brought together, in a like space,
in any part of the world. Moreover, the
series of large Pullman cars, which per-
NIT of the traveller passing from one to
the other, and joining any little partic
ular party which he thinks he may
safely venture into, makes what might
otherwise be somewhat long and
I0u1OuS Journey du OIGUlIu0S 0ut6I Gd1A-
ing and by no means unpleasant one.
Despite the rather vague charge Of
neglect Of duty that led to the frustra-
tion of the ends of Justice, and which
the sergeant knew was hanging over him,
he did not. allow the fact to interfere
much with his peace of mind. Indeed,
SO far as Harry Yorke3 was concerned,
he had shrewd suspicion that as 3he
had some time ago not sent in his no.
tice for Encouragement (seeing his term
Of service expired in about months
time), it was just as likely as not that
he should find himself shipped away
before then to one Of the farthest out
posts Of The far north-to Onion lake or
the Peace river, where he would be en-
tirely out Of touch with the world, and
from which elf he did not re-engage5
again) it would cost him small fortune
to get back to the main line of the.
Canadian Pacific railway! Thiswas one
Of those unpleasant little mysteries that
occasionally crossed the path of the
Northwest mounted policeman, . se
ITO be continued,l