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I wish all the people at home could see how wonderful they are." "That's Jean McKenzie's word wonderful. Everything was wonderful, and now she has married Derry Drake." "Yes, she has married Derry," Drusilla stood staring into the little round stove. She roused herself presently. "I call them Babes in the Wood.
I've always liked people but it was as if some evil thing had swooped down on the old house." The lad saw straight! That was the thought which suddenly illumined Dr. McKenzie's troubled mind. Hilda was not beautiful. So beauty of body could offset the ugliness of her distorted soul. "And so I am poor," Derry was saying, heavily, "and I must wait to marry Jean."
Immediately he threw a heavy blanket, which was the last article the grip contained, over the safe to muffle the sound of the explosion that would occur in a few moments. "Get back in the corner and crouch down, McKenzie," said Hal, and did the same thing himself. At that moment there was a crash in the adjoining room. Hal's revolver leaped out, as did McKenzie's, and both dashed into the room.
Do you think that Père Marquette cared for what smaller minds might think, or Frances Willard? They had their vision backed by a great faith in the rightness of things, and so Marquette followed the river and planted the cross, and Frances Willard blazed the way for the thing which has come to pass." After lunch they motored to Drusilla's. They used one of Dr. McKenzie's cars.
The things that she did were stupendous. She had a florist up in two hours and the rose-colored drawing room was rosier than ever, and as fragrant as a garden. She telephoned the clergyman "At ten o'clock tomorrow." She telephoned the caterer "A wedding breakfast " She telephoned the dressmaker "Miss McKenzie's gown " She telephoned Margaret and Marion Gray .
Having prepared and sent off the outfit for the different posts with all possible expedition, I found myself afterwards at leisure to note down whatever I thought worthy of being recorded with reference to this section of the country. There are seven posts in this district; three on the River Liard and its tributaries; three on the banks of McKenzie's River, and one on Peel's River.
McKenzie's were plain young fellows from an upper county in Maryland. They were waiting somewhat awkwardly in the drawing-room when Jean arrived. She took them at once to the less formal library, left Derry with them and went upstairs to dress. As she came into the fresh and frilly room so identified with her child life and her girl life, she stopped on the threshold.
"Yes," answered Gertrude. "Which place is first?" "Mr. McKenzie's," announced Charlie, whose part it was to lay out the route; and, crossing the road, they passed through the parsonage gate.
The earl had started for the trap, but McKenzie's salute reminded him of a forgotten courtesy, and, despite his agitation, he came back to apologize. I admired him for this. Then my thoughtlessness must needs mar all. "Good-night, Mr. McKenzie," I said. "Good-night, Lord Rintoul." I had addressed him by his real name.
He returned to McKenzie's side. When he reached there McKenzie extinguished his light. "Well, we've got the list," he said quietly. "We have," Hal agreed, "but our lives probably will pay the forfeit. We must stay here until we are discovered. To follow Gladys would mean her capture." "We won't have to wait long," said McKenzie grimly. "Here they come." It was true. Footsteps came toward them.
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