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The even voice had no strain of pain or sorrow in it. "And we must not forget that. We have played and played until we have made ourselves believe such wonderful things; but to-morrow we will wake up and be what we have been made! I have heard, oh! so many people, tell of your future, your honours. I have seen Doctor Ledyard's eyes upon you; I know you have a mother who adores you.
But now, in the hour of anguish and excitement, it held Ledyard's thought to the exclusion of everything else. "Who? where?" The questions ran through his mind and then, because every sense was alert, he knew! "Jerry-Jo!" Dick was calling, "where are the others?" It was a mad question, but the boy, huddling in the launch, replied quiveringly: "Gone! gone to the bottom off Dreamer's Rock."
Thus perished, in the vigour of manhood, the first victim, in modern times, to African discovery. Too many, alas! have since shared the same fate in pursuit of the same object; which, so far from deterring, seems only to stimulate others, and produce fresh candidates for fame to tread the same perilous path. Quarterly Review Article "Ledyard's Travels."
Together they had played their pranks, had trod the common path; together they went Farwell paused, then returned Ledyard's sneering gaze defiantly, "To God who alone can understand and judge!" This was flung out boldly, recklessly. With ceremony and the sound of sobbing, the empty graves were refilled, and the strange company turned away.
The two actually went over every detail together. Jones was to carry the furs to China, Ledyard with assistants, surgeon, and twenty soldiers to remain at the fur post and explore. But Paul Jones was counting on the support of the American government; and when he found that the government considered Ledyard's promises visionary, he threw the venture over in a pique. Was Ledyard beaten?
"Besides being men, we, too, are physicians!" he said. "Brutal as this sounds, it is truth!" The light burned dangerously in Priscilla's eyes. "When you are physicians you are not men!" she panted, and suddenly, by a sharp stab of memory, Ledyard's words, back in the boyhood days at Kenmore, stung Travers. They were like an echo in his brain.
"Who could believe you? What was your life compared with his?" "Exactly. Perhaps that is why I I kept running. Martin only dipped into such lives as mine was then; he always scurried back to respectability and honour; I grovelled in the mire and got stuck! When you get stuck you get what the world calls justice." "I recall" Ledyard's face was hardening "I recall you always squealed.
I've used them to flay many men into remorse and better living. I am thinking of them, as God hears me, when I take the course I do!" And so Travers suffered and groaned in the small, deserted room. Above and beyond Ledyard's reasoning stood two desolate figures. They seemed to represent all women: his Priscilla and Margaret Moffatt!
After all, girls, even women, should be allowed a mind of their own! Take me home, Dick, I'm deeply offended." She smiled and held out her hands. "If they were all as sane as you, Helen," Ledyard's glance softened. "You are exceptional." "Every woman is an exceptional something, good friend, if only an exceptional fool.
Ledyard's eyes flashed, but he lowered his lids. "It's a devil of a life, boy." "I think it's the finest of all." "No hours you can call your own; never daring to ask for the common things a man cares for. You see, women are mostly too jealous and small to understand a doctor's demands. They usually raise hell sooner or later.
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