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GREATER LOVE THAN THIS HAS NO MAN-THAT HE LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR HIS FRIEND. PRELLDE I am sitting here in the gloaming-all alone. Around me the shadows of night are drawing and the shadows of that Darkest Night are also closing in. On the hearth the peat tire Hames bright and the corners of the room seem to grow blacker in contrast. The fire is warm and yet I shiverg for out of the black, trackless spaces of the night I hear the voices of the past calling me. Sometimes they jeer and sometimes they laughg I hear them pleading, pleading --and then they are drowned by the roar of the wintry gale. Inside are the cheery glow and warmth of the tire while outside are the cold, the darkness, the snow and the gale that shrieks like a baffled fiend. A very bitter winter time and yet-not more so than this winter time of my life. Always, always after the winter comes the spring, but not for me another spring on earth-perhaps out there,--who knows? But I have a rendezvous with Death tonight and I must hurry. up gg ty gg 4 as ak :lf fl if 1 v Night had fallen upon the American wilderness. The moon shone down upon the cold white world below. A bitter wind sighed through the trees and in the distance a wolf howled his weird cry. In a little forest clearing stood a log cabin. From the window a light streamed out upon the snow. Inside before the fireplace a man sat-lost in thought. A good-looking man he was, with serious gray eyes, dark skin and hair. A man advanced in years, rugged and sturdy as an old oak. There was character in those rugged features-truly a man among men. On the rude bunk in the corner another man lay sleeping: a good-looking man too, but of a different type. His hair was light and his skin was fair. A handsome man in a way, but on those well moulded features weakness and shallowness were stamped. Eric Gordon and Harvey Gauthier had come from their comfortable English homes upon a strange mission to this snow-covered wilderness. His Majesty, the King of England, had chosen these two favorites of his to journey into the American wilderness upon a surveying trip. He had picked a man in Eric Gordon, but Harvey Gauthier had failed to stand the test. Gordon realized Gauthier's weaknesses and had shielded him from the many hardships that had fallen to their lot. They had ceased their surveying operations when winter arrived and come to sojourn in this little woodland cabin. It was an isolated spot, five miles from the nearest village. They spent their time in hunting and tracking through the forest. Harvey Gauthier became ill. He had fallen prey to the dread sickness that had devastated the land at that time. For weeks and weeks Gordon had nursed him. He burned with fever and raved about a certain something 'he didn't mean to do.' NVas it all to be in vain? Gauthier was rapidly sinkingg his pulse was scarcely evident. He stirred. Gordon went over and sat by him. The pale blue eyes opened. He smiled. Eric. old chap, he said weakly, you've been beastly nice. I wasn't worth it. Eric - I - I guess I'm going now. I'm afraid to go-I'm a coward. Eric-afraid to meet my God. 97
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Don't talk like that, Harvey. You 're going to get better and the11 you and I will go back to England-and her. Eric! Do you think she'll wait? Do you think she cares? Sure she cares, old chap-she'll be waiting when you get backf' Harvey lay still and closed his eyes-a look of intense thought was on his face. Then he said slowly, Do you know Eric, it 's you she loves? It isn't me-it's you. My heart tells nie that she loves you. Her farewell smile was for youfy A look of hope and then that of one who accepts the inevitable crossed Gordon's face. No, Harvey, it's you she loves-she-she told me so. Gordon felt justified for this white lie when he saw the light on Gauthier's face. t'Are you sure, Eric? Sure, old top, now go back to sleep. Gauthier closed his eyes and soon fell asleep with a smile on his lips. -v Gordon resunied his seat by the fire. Ile heard voices outside. A loud knock came at the door. When he opened it, tl1e light streamed out upon the stern faces of the group of nien standing there. The spokesman of the party began in a loud voice, An Injun guide cuin inter town t'day 311' he ha' tol' us who killed Bud Harris, the trapper one moon ago: an' we are cuni t' take Harvey Gauthier with us. Eric started. Here was a group of inen bent on having revenge for the death of their friend. Their niinds were intlanied with angerg they would not listen to reason. The nian they would kill lay behind hiin. weak and ill. A woman over in England loved this nian and he returned her love. For him- self, Eric Gordon, there was nothing-no one to live for. He would not be lnissed. And then-he loved Harvey Gauthier. All these thoughts flashed through his mind while those determined nien waited for hini to speak. I ani Harvey Gauthier, he said siniply. I will go with you. Please wait until I leave a message for iny sick friend. Ile went to the rude table and there wrote a few lines. Ile kissed Gauthier on the brow, gave hint a last, long look and then went out into the night-went out to that dread fate he had ehosen. So niuch for Erie Gordon. Gauthier awoke next day, niuch better. Puzzled at his friends absence, he dressed and went over to stir up the fire. On the table lay Gordon 's note. Go back to England, friend-go back to her. If you love me you will say nothingg you will let things rest as they are. Good-bye, Harvey, try and be the inan I'd have you be. Eric. Gauthier was puzzled. NVeeks after when he went to the village-he understood. Gordon had died for hint-had taken his place on the scaffold. And bceause Ilarvey loved Eric he let things rest as they were. Broken hearted, stunned, Gauthier returned to England. She, too, had passed away and the secret of her love had died with her. A broken man with nothing left to live for, Gauthier went back to that woodland cabin in Aineriea. So he sits in front of the glowing fire-alone with his memories. Outside the wintry gale shrieks through the cold, snowy night and in the distance a wolf howls the challenge of the pack. My story is ended. 7 ll V' ' 'K ll Q 1 W U I have a rendezvous with Death tonight and IIHI not afraid to go. I have lived and loved and lost, I have found God out here in the Silent Places. I am not afraid to die for I've been the kind of a man Erie Gordon wanted me to be. My nanie is Harvey Gauthier. Bessie Feltis. 98
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