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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Melisse," he said at last, speaking to her with his eyes fixed on the cap he was twisting in his fingers, "there has come a great change over Jan." "A very great change, Jean. If I were to guess, I should say that his heart has been broken down on the Nelson trail." Gravois caught the sharp meaning in her voice, which trembled a little as she spoke.
And you, who are not used to the climate, must not be out after dark." "And you?" I said. "I am used to it," she replied; "I have been here three months. Lest anything should happen, it might be well for you to give me your address." "I am with Madame Gravois, in the Rue Bienville." "Madame Gravois, in the Rue Bienville," she repeated. "I shall remember. A demain, Monsieur."
Their eyes met, steady, unflinching, and in that look there were the oath and the seal of all that the honor of the big snows held for those two. Still without words, Jan reached within his breast and drew forth the little roll which he had taken from his violin. One by one he handed the pages over to Jean de Gravois. "Mon Dieu!" said Jean, when he had finished reading. He spoke no other words.
That night, leaving Thornton still at supper in the little old Windsor Hotel, Jan slipped away, and with Kazan at his heels, crossed the frozen Saskatchewan to the spruce forest on the north shore. He wanted to be alone, to think, to fight with himself against a desire which was almost overpowering him. Once, long ago, he had laid his soul bare to Jean de Gravois, and Jean had given him comfort.
Day after day he saw Melisse and the Englishman together, and while they awakened in him none of the fiery jealousy which might have rankled in the bosom of Jean de Gravois, the knowledge that the girl was at last passing from him for ever added a deeper grief to that which was already eating at his heart. Dixon made no effort to conceal his feelings. He loved Melisse.
He'd resigned from the army on the Pacific Coast. He put up a log cabin down on the Gravois Road, and there he lived in the hardest luck of any man I ever saw until last year. You remember him, Joe." "Yep," said Joe. "I spotted him by the El Sol cigar.
The recollection of the scene in the street by the Arsenal that May morning not a year gone came to Stephen with a shock. "I saw him," he cried; "he was Captain Grant that lived on the Gravois Road. But surely this can't be the same man who seized Paducah and was in that affair at Belmont." "By gum!" said the General, laughing. "Don't wonder you're surprised. Grant has stuff in him.
He saw the man ahead of him lean over the end of his sledge as he urged his dogs, but the huskies went no faster; and then he caught the glitter of something that flashed for a moment in the sun. "Ah!" said Jean softly, as a bullet sang over his head. "He fires at Jean de Gravois!"
I immediately procured a horse and started for the country, taking no baggage with me, of course. There is an insignificant creek the Gravois between Jefferson Barracks and the place to which I was going, and at that day there was not a bridge over it from its source to its mouth.
In the late snows, word came that Cummins was to take Williams' place as factor, and Per-ee at once set off for the Fond du Lac to bring back Jean de Gravois as "chief man." Croisset gave up his fox-hunting to fill Mukee's place. The changes brought new happiness to Melisse.
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