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done. He must be justified in her sight.
If he loved her and said so, then let
the Angel point what way it would;
she would submit.
She flushed with a kind of indigna-
ton. Must she always be the sufferer?
He, man, had a work Of life to inter-
est him; she had nothing-nothing save
herself and the solitary path Of mea-
ger parish life. She would have her
moment of triumph in spite Of all. She
would hear him say he loved her; she
would make him give all up for her.
She was no longer the wistful, shrink
ing girl who had been hurried back to
her home from Quebec and handed
over to the tender watchfulness of NJ.
Fabre, whose heart had ached for her,
yet who felt that what was was best.
She was very much a woman now,
and if only for an hour she would have
her way.
"Unless what-Camille? she asked.
Her voice dwelt softly on the Ca
MILE" 1t was the first sound of ten
derness that he had heard from her
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was three years since he had heard
voice with that sound in it. Life was
grave and far from sentimental in the
seminary. His youth-the old Adam
came to swelling life in him. He put
it all in the words, 81 wouldn't have
asked you if you loved me yet, Marie,
unless l was sure you knew that l
l.
ingly along the D string, so that a
sweet, aching joyfulness seemed in
fused into the dance-"and that I've
risked everything to come and tell you
So"
A low sound, half delight, half pain,
head away. There was silence for a
moment.
won't you speak? What are you
thinking? Don't turn your head away"
he continued.
Slowly her face came toward him,
her eyes shining, her cheeks pale, her
lips slow and moving gently, but the
words dropping like metal.
"You are true to nothing" she said;
neither to the church-nor to me-"
Marie, haven't you any pity" He
did not know what or how he was
playing now. His fingers wandered.
the bow came and went, but he was
not thinking of the music.
why are you so selfish. thenT she
said. "Why didn't you leave me here
alone? A woman is always at mans
mercy"
Something scorched him from head
to foot. He now felt, as he had never
felt before. what that incident three
years ago meant, what this girls life
had been since, what was the real ma
ture of that remuneration. The eight
hand reel was near it's end. He got
to his feet in his excitement, played
faster and faster, and then with call
to the dancers and Medallion brought
the dance to a close In the subse-
quent jostling, as the jewellers made
their way to another room for supper,
he offered his arm to Marie, nodded
as gayly as he could to the frequent
"Merci. merci. monsieur! and they
walked together to the end of the
room, saying nothing.
At that moment AlphonSe entered,
followed by Antoine, who grasped his
arm and held him back. Don't be q
fool" Antoine said. "a row won't get
you the girl" ~
But Antoine had had two seasons as
a lumberman and river driver. and he
IoI NJ To hold tho
code of the river-that where two men
and one woman were in the triangle of
love war must be the end thereof.
"I'll give him the grand bounced!
said Alphonse in wild English idiom.
"He don't belong here-some lawyers
clerk or loafer."
"Bien," said Antoine, still holding
him back, suppose Marie stand up for
! him!"
"Pshaw! He don't belong here, and
she said some things to me about him
J know. I'm. going to ask her to sup
per with me-"
| The two were standing silent at the
end of the room, watching this scene,
/ but not hearing the words Marie,
| however, guessed what was meant.
Presently Alphonse with disjointed
! glances came and said to her, Have
supper with me, ma'm'selle" He turn
ed his shoulder on Camille.
Marie did not hesitate. Not now
Alphonse. have Il guest"-She reach
ed out her hand toward Camille-"and
he's been working hard for us all the
evening"
Alphonse looked at her with an at
tempt to be disdainful, then. swapping
his fingers under Candles nose con
temptuously, said "Pah" and walked
away, with shrug of the shoulders.
at wasn't SO easy getting used tt
that again after l came back from
Quebec three years ago." she said.
Singular how the priest in the youtl
was being so swiftly 1ost in the man
Camille's fingers opened and shut. anC
his brow knotted. He smarted, too
!. from Marie's last remark. He did no