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Updated: June 20, 2025
Ba'teese, he have a, what-you-say, hump." "Hunch, you mean?" "Ah, oui. Eet is this. We will not bring the log to the mill. We will bring the mill to the log. We have to build the new plant, yes, oui? Then, bon, we shall build eet in the forest, where there is the lumber." "Quite so. And then who will build a railroad switch that can negotiate the hills to the mill?" "Ah!"
"Eet say five thousand dollars cash, and the rest in a bond!" came enthusiastically from Ba'tiste. "Eet is simple. You have the mill, you have the timber. Ba'teese, he have the friend in Denver who will make the bond." "But how about the machinery; we'll need a hundred-thousand-dollar plant before we're through, Ba'tiste." "Ah!" The old French-Canadian's jaw dropped.
Barry watched Ba'teese closely. But the old man's face was a blank. "Signs? Of what?" "Coming to remembering who he is." "Oh." Ba'tiste shrugged his shoulders. "I have give eet up." "Then " "So far Ba'teese is concern'," and he looked down on the bed with a glance which told Barry far more than words, "he is already name. He is M'sieu Nobody. I can get no more." Thayer scratched his head.
Then you have nev' see that ring, which my Julienne, she wore on her finger. Ah, no? You have nev' see, in all the time that you come to Ba'teese house, the string of bead about her neck. Oui! Eet is the lie, you tell. You have see them eet is the lie!"
"Ba'teese may joke," came quietly, "but Ba'teese no lie. You look like my Pierre you help where it has been lonesome. You are my frien'." "Then I know you are not going to ask me for something that hurts in telling. And at least, I can give you my word of honor that it isn't because of my conscience!"
Thank 'em, merci beaucoup. But don' marry 'em unless 'you love 'em. Ba'teese, he know. Ba'teese, he been in too many home where there is no love." "True. But you don't know the story behind it all, Ba'tiste. And I can't tell you except this: I got in some trouble. I'd rather not tell you what it was. It broke my father's heart and his confidence in me. He he died shortly afterward."
"Nev' min' old Ba'teese," he said hurriedly; "he joke when eet is no time. You worry, huh? So, mebbe, Ba'teese help. There are men at the boarding house." "The Blackburn crowd?" "So. Seven carpenters, and others. They work for Blackburn, who is in Chicago. They are here to build a mill." "A mill?" Barry looked up now with new interest. "Where?" "Near the lake.
"Ba'teese will wait here. You go Boston to-night?" "Yes." And that night, in the moonlight, behind the rushing engine of a motor car, Barry Houston once more rode the heights where Mount Taluchen frowned down from its snowy pinnacles, where the road was narrow and the turns sharp, and where the world beneath was built upon a scale of miniature.
You you no see it, because she come to you with a smile, when every one else, he frown. You think she is the angel, yes, oui? But she come to Ba'teese different. She talk to you sof' and she try to turn you against your frien'. Yes. Oui? Ne c'est pas? Ba'teese see her with the selfish mouth. Peuff! He see her when she look to heem out from the corner of her eye so. Ba'teese know.
The shadows were falling, and the old French-Canadian walked to the window. "Oui, oui, oui! Look." And he pointed to the white cross, still faintly visible, like a luminous thing, beneath the pines. "Ev' day, Ba'teese, he see that. Ev' day, Ba'teese remember how he work for others, how he is L' M'sieu Doctaire, how he help and help and help but how he cannot help his own.
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