VIVIENNE 541 
inent nose, a mouth set thin and firm. 
He was of her height, stocky yet 
agile. : 
“We thought you dead, in Ontario. 
You did not return! Mon Dieu! You 
are real? You do live?” 
He moved toward her, 
his hand gripped a rifle. 
“Yes, you thought me .@¢ 
dead,” a great vin- =S9N§ 
dictiveness S///, 
was in the de- 
liberate voice. 
But let it not be & 
% / | Y I Y/ / | << ot 
thought Victor Ne WYN Me (/ es 
Dion had forti- @ 
fied his hate 2Z& 
with liquor; he Z| 
could drink, ah=~ 
yes, but there W 
was a time for 
it. “I know,’ 
he continued, 2 
“they told me 
in Amqui last = 
night when I[ i 
came back. == 
You broke Zaza 
your promise, Zauy) 
you! Gaspard “a8 
d’Autigne, he i 
\\y By 
limp and si- AW NWA) Kip 
lent. YW ys" WA 
“I was only ”, BSA 
two years gone. $: 
A man does 
not die in two 
) 
years. Where 
is this Gas- 
pard? I have 
come. I have come.” His clenched 
hand upon the rifle barrel signified his 
purpose; Vivienne cried sharply and 
grasped his arm. 
eyictor. Victor; look at-me!. For 
our love that was, Victor, not that! It 
is too late, he is dying.” 
He looked suspiciously into the deep 























At last Gaspard breathed with more 
regularity 
eyes and, for a moment, a recollection 
softened his expression. <‘Les mémes 
Beane “yeux he murmired:: ‘Then, 
“Where is he, I say?” he demarided 
savagely, to hide the passing weak- 
ness. 
(TE“1e Siae miles: £O.-.-<. Our 
ws nonme.. Fle -lies 
with fever, it 
= is LCR STOLMt 
and no _ food. 
I go now to 
1 SUSU Gs protien 20g 
>D] 
See SEER 
ype now,—back 
ZA with nie,” 
= hesaid soft- 
MA Vy but firm- 
WV ly. “I have 
whisky. I 
Wmust see 
ae an cole 
SIEGY No, Ma- 

enne, I. 
Iwill not 
harm him 
iy, while he is 
A f sick.” 
ff In si- 
yy; | lence, Vi- 
y fs vienne ac- 
kz, 
WA eepted the 
4 os 
NP If command 
We l, (icp NS and turned 
back toward the 
¥} | 
cabin. 

Uf 
(hd *k * > * k 

“And you will 
Hot come. |, 1Gn 
leaned forward 
from his seat up- 
on a pile of cut fuel, the fire-light 
throwing his profile into strong relief. 
Vivienne crouched upon the side of the 
low couch, her hand clasped in the 
nerveless one of Gaspard, who mut- 
tered incoherently. She shook her head 
as one who hears in a far-off fashion, 
her eyes anxiously upon the man she 
