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Haythorne went out again after more wood. "Why didn't you introduce us?" Messner queried. "I'll tell him," she replied, with a toss of her head. "Don't think I'm afraid." "I never knew you to be afraid, very much, of anything." "And I'm not afraid of confession, either," she said, with softening face and voice.
She flashed a look at him that was more anger than appeal. Haythorne was about to ask the other's name. His mouth had opened to form the question when Messner cut him off. "Come to think of it, Doctor, you may possibly be able to satisfy my curiosity. There was a sort of scandal in faculty circles some two or three years ago.
Janet says it is such a comfort to see me eat; she had been so afraid I would be like Miss Haythorne, who wouldn't eat anything but fruit and hot water for breakfast and tried to make Janet give up frying things. Esther is really a dear girl, but she is rather given to fads. The trouble is that she hasn't enough imagination and HAS a tendency to indigestion.
Haythorne, finishing his mug of coffee, grunted uninterestedly and lighted his pipe. "It was fortunate they had no children," Messner continued. But Haythorne, with a glance at the stove, pulled on his cap and mittens. "I'm going out to get some wood," he said. "Then I can take off my moccasins and he comfortable." The door slammed behind him. For a long minute there was silence.
"Perfectly," she answered, in a voice the control of which was in amazing contrast to the anger that blazed in the face she turned aside so that Haythorne might not see. The latter was again on the verge of asking his name, when Messner remarked: "This Dr. Womble, I've heard he was very handsome, and er quite a success, so to say, with the ladies."
"I'd prefer being taken for a prospector or a dog-musher." "I don't think he looks any more like a professor than you do a doctor," the woman broke in. "Thank you," said Messner. Then, turning to her companion, "By the way, Doctor, what is your name, if I may ask?" "Haythorne, if you'll take my word for it. I gave up cards with civilization." "And Mrs. Haythorne," Messner smiled and bowed.
R.P. Haythorne, afterwards a senator; Mr. David Laird, at a later time minister in Mr. Mackenzie's government and a lieutenant-governor of the North-west territories; Mr. James C. Pope, who became a member of Sir John Macdonald's cabinet in 1879; Mr. T.H. Haviland, and Mr. G.W. Howlan, who were in later years lieutenant-governors of the island.
He gathered the empty pails and cooking pots together and opened the door. He looked back at her. "Don't forget you're to tell Mr. er Haythorne who I am." Messner broke the skin that had formed on the water-hole within the hour, and filled his pails. But he did not return immediately to the cabin.
"Well, what I was trying to get at was what had become of them. I was wondering if you had heard. They left no trace, hide nor hair." "He covered his tracks cunningly." Haythorne cleared his throat. "There was rumor that they went to the South Seas were lost on a trading schooner in a typhoon, or something like that." "I never heard that," Messner said. "You remember the case, Mrs. Haythorne?"
"Then we'll have to go," she announced decisively. "Impossible. You have a dry, hacking cough the sort Mr. er Haythorne so aptly described. You've already slightly chilled your lungs. Besides, he is a physician and knows. He would never permit it." "Then what are you going to do?" she demanded again, with a tense, quiet utterance that boded an outbreak.
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