XXXII. "HALVES, PARDNER, HALVES"

It was Thanksgiving Day, and all the people of the Province were en
fete. The day was clear, and the air was thrilling with the spirits of
the north country; the vibrant sting of oxygen, the blessed resilience
of the river and the hills.

It was a great day on the St. Lawrence, for men were preparing to go to
the backwoods, to the "shanties," and hosts were busy with the crops,
storing them; while all in trade and industry were cheerful. There was
a real benedicite in the air. In every church. Catholic and Protestant,
hands of devoted workers had made beautiful altar and communion table,
and lectern and pulpit, and in the Methodist chapel and the Presbyterian
kirk, women had made the bare interiors ornate. The bells of all the
churches were ringing, French and English; and each priest, clergyman
and minister was moving his people in his own way and by his own ritual
to bless God and live.

In the city itself, the Mayor had arranged a festival in the evening,
and there were gathered many people to give thanks. But those most
conspicuous were the poor, unsophisticated habitants, who were on good
terms with the refreshment provided. Their enthusiasm was partly due to
the presence of Carnac Grier. In his speech to the great crowd, among
other things the Mayor said: "It is our happiness that we have here one
whose name is familiar to all in French-Canada--that of the new Member
of Parliament, Monsieur Carnac Grier. In Monsieur Grier we have a man
who knows his own mind, and it is filled with the interests of the
French as well as the English. He is young, he has power, and he will
use his youth and power to advance the good of the whole country. May he
live long!"

Carnac never spoke better in his life than in his brief reply. When he
had finished, some one touched his arm. It was Luke Tarboe.

"A good speech, Grier. Can you give me a few moments?"

"Here?" asked Carnac, smiling.

"Not here, but in the building. There is a room where we can be alone,
and I have to tell you something of great importance."

"Of great importance? Well, so have I to tell you, Tarboe."

A few minutes later they were in the Mayor's private parlour, hung with
the portraits of past Governors and Mayors, and carrying over the door
the coat-of-arms of the Province.

Presently Carnac said: "Let me give you my news first, Tarboe: I am to
marry Junia Shale--and soon."

Tarboe nodded. "I expected that. She is