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He felt to-day, however, that there were compensations in his hunting pink. He was slightly bronzed and had blue eyes. He was extremely popular with the women of the Waterman set, but was held to be the especial property of Madge MacVeigh. Madge had observed his interest in the party on the hill. "George," she said, "what are you looking at?" "I am looking at those people who are picnicking.
You don't know how it's goin' to hurt to lose her," he said. MacVeigh leaned across the table and spoke earnestly. "Yes, I know what it means, Pelly," he replied. "I know what it means to love some one and lose. I know. Listen."
"Isn't Dalton a brute?" said Randy. "He that calleth his brother a fool " mused the Major. He was still turning the mauve hat in his hands. "It is queer," he said unexpectedly, "how some women make you think of some flowers. Did you notice everything Miss MacVeigh wore was lilac and there's the perfume of it about her things " "Becky's a rose," said Randy, "from her own garden.
"I am going to walk," she said. "The load is too heavy." "The snow is soft," replied MacVeigh. "Come." He held out his hand to her; and, with the same strange, white look in her face, the woman gave him her own. She glanced back uneasily toward the box, and MacVeigh understood. He pressed her fingers a little tighter and drew her nearer to him.
He stepped inside. The box was open and empty, except for a mass of worn and hard-packed balsam boughs in the bottom. In another instant the truth burst in all its force upon MacVeigh. The box had held life, and the woman Something on the side of the box caught his eyes. It was a folded bit of paper, pinned where he must see it. He tore it off and staggered with it back into the light of day.
MacVeigh left his dogs to rest up at the igloo village and swung northwest on snow-shoes with the break of arctic dawn, which was but little better than the night itself. He planned to continue in this direction until he struck the Barren, then patrol in a wide circle that would bring him back to the Eskimo camp the next night. From the first he was handicapped by the storm.
She looked pathetically like a child. "Come, little girl," he said. "We'll go on. I'll see you safely on your way to the Little Seul. You mustn't go alone. You'd never reach your people alive. My God, if I were he " He stopped at the frightened look in the white face she lifted to him. "What?" she asked. "Nothing only it's hard for a man to die and lose a woman like you," said MacVeigh.
You will receive the card of Lawyer Jones, or Banker Smith, or Music Professor Smith, and so on; and these titles are also used in addressing them. It would seem rather queer for any one in the United States to ask, "Wholesale Merchant MacVeigh, will you kindly pass the butter?" or "Banker Hutchinson, will you escort Fru Board of Trade Operator Jones to the table?"
Then she laughed, and a bright spot leaped into either cheek. "I understand, brother," she said softly. "Pardon me for questioning you so. I had forgotten that the MacVeigh girl lives on the Nelson trail. Iowaka says that she is as sweet as a wild flower. I wish you would have her come up and visit us some time, Jan."
She's waited a long time for me, and she's true to the bottom of her dear heart. You've got my letter safe?" "Yes." MacVeigh went back to the rough little table and added still further to his report to the Commissioner of the Royal Mounted in the following words: "Pelliter is sick with a strange trouble in his head.
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