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Updated: May 22, 2025
It was caused by the flamboyant entrance of Mrs. Guise into the front garden, as the Young Doctor was getting into his buggy for the return journey to Askatoon, after attending Orlando, whose enforced visit to Tralee had already extended over a week.
Once again the night and its silence and loneliness followed her, the only living thing near the trail till long after midnight. After that, as she knew, there were houses here and there where she might have rested, but she pushed on unceasing. At daybreak she fell in with a settler going to Askatoon with his dogs.
By the time this was done the evening was well advanced. He did not leave Askatoon until the moment which coincided with that in which Orlando left Nolan Doyle's garden and took the trail to Slow Down Ranch. Orlando would strike the trail from Askatoon to Tralee at a point where another trail also joined.
"Well, you needn't go to Slow Down Ranch to find her. She isn't there, and you won't find him there either, for I saw him come by the Lark River Trail into Askatoon as I left, and a lady was with him. He booked this morning for the sleeper of the express going East to-night; so, if I were you, I'd turn my horse's nose to Askatoon, Mr. Mazarine.
He wanted to see what would happen before the express went East. Askatoon had never lost its interest for Mazarine and his wife since the day the Mayor had welcomed them at the railway station. Askatoon was not a petty town. Its career had been chequered and interesting, and it had given haven to a large number of uncommon people.
Also, to the Askatoon mind, that one man should kill another in open quarrel was courageous, or might be courageous, but for one man to kill another, whoever that other was, in a hidden way, was a barbarian business.
Even in the prairie town of Askatoon, where every man is so busy that he scarcely knows his own children when he meets them, and almost requires an introduction to his wife when the door closes on them at bedtime, people took a second look at him when he passed.
They knew well she had married too young to be self- seeking or intriguing; and, in any case, no woman in Askatoon or yet in the West, could have conceived of a girl marrying "the ancient one from the jungle," as Burlingame had called him.
The public would have considered the killing of Mazarine before the eyes of the world as justifiable homicide; its dislike of the man would have induced it to add the word justifiable. But that Joel Mazarine should be killed by night without an audience, secretly however righteously shocked the people of Askatoon.
Man say me I can get Askatoon by dat time from here, if I go queeck way across lak' it is all froze now, dat lak' an' down dat Foxtail Hills. Is it so, ma'm'selle?" "By the 'quick' way if you can make it in time," she said; "but it is no way for the stranger to go. There are always bad spots on the ice it is not safe. You could not find your way." "I mus' get dere in time," he said desperately.
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