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rm with an appealing little gesture. "I am so sorry," said she. "I have no portrait of him," continued the Free Trader, after an instant. "No gift from his hands; nothing at all of his but this." He showed her an ordinary little silver match-safe such as men use in the North country. "They brought that to me at the last--the Indians who came to tell my priest the news; and the priest, who was a good man, gave it to me. I have carried it ever since." Virginia took it reverently. To her it had all the largeness that envelops the symbol of a great passion. After a moment she looked up in surprise. "Why!" she exclaimed, "this has a name carved on it!" "Yes," he replied. "But the name is Graehme Stewart." "Of course I could not bear my father's name in a country where it was well known," he explained. "Of course," she agreed. Impulsively she raised her face to his, her eyes shining. "To me all this is very fine," said she. He smiled a little sadly. "At least you know why I came." "Yes," she repeated, "I know why you came. But you are in trouble." "The chances of war." "And they have defeated you after all." "I shall start on _la Longue Traverse_ singing 'Rouli roulant.' It's a small defeat, that." "Listen," said she, rapidly. "When I was quite a small girl Mr. McTavish, of Rupert's House, gave me a little rifle. I have never used it, because I do not care to shoot. That rifle has never been counted, and my father has long since forgotten all about it. You must take that, and escape to-night. I will let you have it on one condition--that you give me your solemn promise never to venture into this country again." "Yes," he agreed, without enthusiasm nor surprise. She smiled happily at his gloomy face and listless attitude. "But I do not want to give up the little rifle entirely," she went on, with dainty preciosity, watching him closely. "As I said, it was a present, given to me when I was quite a small girl. You must return it to me at Quebec, in August. Will you promise to do that?" He wheeled on her swift as light, the eagerness flashing back into his face. "You are going to Quebec?" he cried. "My father wishes me to. I have decided to do so. I shall start with the Abitibi _brigade_ in July." He leaped to his feet. "I promise!" he exulted, "I promise! To-night, then! Bring the rifle and the cartridges, and some matches, and a little salt. You must take me across the ri
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