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While Val and his father and sister were saying their farewells in few words, but with homely demonstrations, Sergeant Tom brought his horse round and mounted it. Inspector Jules gave the word to move on. As they started, Gellatly, who fell behind the others slightly, leaned down and whispered: "Forgive me, Jen. You did a noble act for me, and the life of me would prove to you that I'm grateful.
It was at this moment that the soldier heard, "Sergeant Gellatly, Sergeant Gellatly," called through the blast; and he thought it came from the skies, or from some other world. "Me darlin'," he said, "have y' come to me?" But the voice called again: "Sergeant Gellatly, keep awake! keep awake! You sleep, you die; that's it. Holy. Yes. How!"
They were now near the house, but Jen said, eagerly: "Go on. Tell me all." "I knew what had happened soon, and I rode away, too, and last night I found Tom Gellatly lying beside his horse on the prairie. I have brought him here to you. You two are even now, Jen Galbraith." They were at the tavern door.
"Hallo, Gabrielle!" he cried cheerily, taking her hand, "what brings you over this morning, especially when we were told last night that you were so very ill?" "The illness has passed," exclaimed young Gellatly, shaking his friend's hand. "And we're now in search of a lost bracelet one of Lady Heyburn's." "Why, my mother was just going to wire!
In the tragedy that faced them this Christmas morning one at least had seen "the love of him." Perhaps the broncho had known it before. Old Aleck laid a palm upon the hand he had never touched when it had life. "He's too ha'sh," he said slowly. Private Gellatly looked up wonderingly. But the old man's eyes were wet. Twenty years ago there was trouble at Fort o' God.
As Private Gellatly put it: "Sergeant Fones has the fear o' God in his heart, and the law of the land across his saddle, and the newest breech-loading at that!" He was part of the great machine of Order, the servant of Justice, the sentinel in the vestibule of Martial Law. His interpretation of duty worked upward as downward.
Presently the door opens and a corporal appears. "Who's there? Oh," he added, as he caught sight of the familiar uniform; "where from?" "From Fort Desire. Important orders to Inspector Jules. Require fresh horse to return with; must leave mine here. Have to go back at once." "I say," said the corporal, taking the papers "what's your name?" "Gellatly Sergeant Gellatly."
Old Aleck came in, and walked to where the Sergeant slept, wrapped close in that white frosted coverlet which man wears but once. He stood for a moment silent, his fingers numbly clasped. Private Gellatly spoke softly: "Angels betide me, it's little we knew the great of him till he wint away; the pride, and the law and the love of him."
The last I saw of them, on a recent visit to the north, was at a dinner-party in the house of my old friend Gellatly Macbride; and after we had, in classic phrase, 'rejoined the ladies, I had an opportunity to overhear Flora conversing with another married woman on the much canvassed matter of a husband's tobacco. 'Oh yes! said she; 'I only allow Mr. Nicholson four cigars a day.
And Sergeant Fones in the barracks said just then, in response to a further remark of Private Gellatly, "Exactly." Young Aleck fell to singing: "Out from your vineland come Into the prairies wild; Here will we make our home, Father, mother, and child; Come, my love, to our home, Father, mother, and child, Father, mother, and "
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