The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1927-11-11

the sEihWdu, lie Itlu Her, tEtulDlluS,
meeting his wild mood with revela-
ton of tenderness-of passion, I'M
guessed.
"Why, oh, why" he asked, did you
torture me so long?"
Because, oh, Lord Of Elkwan and
half of Akimiski," she bantered, you
tortured me with those photographs"
do you believe-that forgot their
existenceT
''Yes-but oh, 1 couldn't be second
best-her substitute. / wanted to be
first-wanted to be everything to you
all. And yet you needed me sol
knew 1t that night at Albany"
THAT l loved you?"
mo, stupid, that you needed me-"
"And that is why you stayed at AL
bany-because you thought l needed
your"
mo, prince of blindmen, because L
loved you" And she tenderly kissed
the cicatrix which crossed his cheek.
You made me love you the night you
told me of the coming Of Ninda, to
Elkwan."
"And 1 made your brother hate me"
he laughed.
"Have l atoned for his injuries to
YOU"
81 love him for those injuries. He
didn't know how he helped. But you
mustn't stand here in the cold with
your hood off. You'll freeze your
facet" Guthrie suddenly became seri-
Gus.
"Not with you, hungry man" she
laughed. '.'N
Goodnight, oh much-needed lady,"
he said in the living room.
Goodnight, Sir Philip Sydney. All
in few hours 1 have seen your eyes
cold as the ice out there-and I've
seen them-well, as they look now,
dearest n-with-the-scar," and she
kissed him and went to her room.
The following morning, when the
police dog-team had left for Seal cove,
the nervous Ungavas led by the pro-
testing Shot drew the rude coffin OF
Craig Galbraith to the post cemetery.
There, beside the snow-drifted cross
marking Ninda's grave, they built a
cache of logs over the rough box of
spruce slabs, and against it, rested
the spruce cross which would be set
in the spring when the frost left the
ground.
AS Garth and Etienne crossed to the
trade-hOuse, the half-breed stopped,
shading his eyes with a mitten.
"See something's"
"Ah-hah!"
Cant be the police team coming
back?"
mo, eet ees long team-seex dog,
think" H.. v
From Albany-a packet from Cam
eron. 1 wonder what's happened"
Twenty minutes later Guthrie was
opening the mail bag which the dog
driver from Albany had handed him.
las soon as Etienne rounds to-"
wrote Cameron, "you bring Miss Joan
down the coast-she's needed. The
company is locating a permanent post
on the island in the summer, and want
you to handle it. You have made a
big stroke with Moose and Montreal,
and If you care to stay in the trade,
ought to go far. 1 trust by now you
are open to congratulations"
But the dispatch of the mail-team
to Elkwan was due to the special Or
ders from Montreal headquarters which
accompanied letter addressed In
typewriting to Major Garth Guthrie.
Curious of the reason prompting the
unknown writer to the haste and ex-
pense Of an express packet down the
Missinaibi and up the coast in mid
winter, Garth opened the letter in the
handwriting of his brother, which ran
Dear Old Garth: ...
IF you will accept my deep apollo
giles, will be a happy man. 1 have
learned that Quarter had personal
reasons for wishing to injure you. At
the time believed him-thought you
had cut loose from us, were unfair to
Ethel. But 1 have received long let
ter from Fort Albany, from Quarters
sister, which is corrcborated by Cam
eron, the factor, which clears the stu
alton. This Miss Quarter seems to be
most unusual woman, and Clara
you know Clara-well, she has a sur
mise.
1.-THE Hudson's Bay people have told
me of your marked success this win
ter, for which my congratulations. A
Guthrie has a nose for business. Best
wishes, my boy, but If you will come
back to us, greater opportunities await
you here. By the way, you may be in
terested to hear that Ethel married
Sir Hubert Quayle, president of the
Quayle Mines, last week. Clara is
furious. She sends her best love.
"Affectionately,
CHARLES"
Hurrying to his quarters with Shot
at his heels, Garth thrust the letter
into Joan's hand. He watched her
color deepen as her dark eyes lit with
her Joy for him.
con, I'm so glad-so glad!" she
cried. "They want you back, Garth,
want you with them"
"Shall / take Ethel down now7
They ought not to be in there-her
photographs-a married woman he
teased.
She shrugged her shoulders. "They
are decorative, and your walls are
bare. Why not leave them there?"
Bravo, Healer of Wounds! Spoken
like a soldier" and he took her in
his arms, as the letter fluttered, neg