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Were you God Almighty, ready to fling me into eternal fire, I'd bank my will against yours in this matter. Wharton had placed Grace on a stool and stood belligerently before her. 'You sit down on that chair and keep quiet, he continued, addressing the Jesuit. 'I'll take my innings now. You can have yours after. Father Roubeau bowed courteously and obeyed.

'I do love you, Clyde; I do. 'There, you priest! he cried. 'You have heard it, and with those words on her lips you would send her back to live a lie and a hell with that man? But Father Roubeau whisked the woman into the inner room and closed the door. 'No words! he whispered to Wharton, as he struck a casual posture on a stool. 'Remember, for her sake, he added.

He tottered painfully out of the cabin, to find his dogs harnessed and everything ready for the start. The company wished him good luck and a short chase, while Father Roubeau, hurriedly blessing him, led the stampede for the cabin; and small wonder, for it is not good to face seventy-four degrees below zero with naked ears and hands.

An' I'll not ask a blessin'. The years have been wild, but it's the heart was in the right place. 'But it's not the heart, Lon, interposed Father Roubeau; 'It's pride that bids you forth to slay your fellow man. 'Yer Frinch, Lon replied.

Thank your God you are not a common man, for I'd but the priestly prerogative must be exercised, eh? Well, you have exercised it. Now get out of my house, or I'll forget who and what you are! Father Roubeau bowed, took her hand, and started for the door. But Wharton cut them off. 'Grace! You said you loved me? 'I did. 'And you do now? 'I do. 'Say it again.

'But 'And Christ was born of a woman. She did not answer. A silence fell. Wharton pulled his mustache impatiently and kept an eye on the trail. Grace leaned her elbow on the table, her face set with resolve. The smile had died away. Father Roubeau shifted his ground. 'You have children? 'At one time I wished but now no.

A few weeks later, just after the June high-water, two men shot a canoe into mid-stream and made fast to a derelict pine. This tightened the painter and jerked the frail craft along as would a tow-boat. Father Roubeau had been directed to leave the Upper Country and return to his swarthy children at Minook.

Let me give you the word of a man who strikes a true note: If She have spoken a word, remember thy lips are sealed, And the brand of the Dog is upon him by whom is the secret revealed. If there be trouble to Herward, and a lie of the blackest can clear, Lie, while thy lips can move or a man is alive to hear. Father Roubeau removed his pipe and reflected.

The latter shook his head; but the doubt seemed to linger. Father Roubeau breathed a swift, silent prayer, and rose to his feet. 'If you doubt me, why He made as though to open the door. A priest could not lie. Edwin Bentham had heard this often, and believed it. 'Of course not, Father, he interposed hurriedly.

They swung along in rapid rhythm under the rainbow-wall, looking for a place where it might be quickly cleared. And down all the length of Split-up Island they raced vainly, the shore crashing behind them as they fled. As they darted across the mouth of the back-channel to Roubeau Island they found themselves heading directly for an opening in the rim-ice.