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tops；　seeing　what　made　her　smile。　　And　Slavin；　too；　looked
different。　　His　very　features　seemed　finer。　　The　coarseness　was
gone　out　of　his　face。　　What　had　come　to　him　I　could　not　tell。

But　when　the　doctor　came　into　Slavin's　house　that　night　it　was　the
old　Slavin　I　saw；　but　with　a　look　of　such　deadly　fury　on　his　face
that　I　tried　to　get　the　doctor　out　at　once。　　But　he　was　half　drunk
and　after　his　manner　was　hideously　humorous。

'How　do；　ladies！　　How　do；　gentlemen！'　was　his　loud…voiced　salutation。
'Quite　a　professional　gathering；　clergy　predominating。　　Lion　and　Lamb
too；　ha！　ha！　which　is　the　lamb；　eh？　ha！　ha！　very　good！　awfully　sorry
to　hear　of　your　loss；　Mrs。　Slavin；　did　our　best　you　know；　can't　help
this　sort　of　thing。'

Before　any　one　could　move；　Craig　was　at　his　side；　and　saying　in　a
clear；　firm　voice；　'One　moment；　doctor；'　caught　him　by　the　arm　and
had　him　out　of　the　room　before　he　knew　it。　　Slavin；　who　had　been
crouching　in　his　chair　with　hands　twitching　and　eyes　glaring；　rose
and　followed；　still　crouching　as　he　walked。　　I　hurried　after　him；
calling　him　back。　　Turning　at　my　voice；　the　doctor　saw　Slavin
approaching。　　There　was　something　so　terrifying　in　his　swift
noiseless　crouching　motion；　that　the　doctor；　crying　out　in　fear
'Keep　him　off；'　fairly　turned　and　fled。　　He　was　too　late。　　Like　a
tiger　Slavin　leaped　upon　him　and　without　waiting　to　strike　had　him
by　the　throat　with　both　hands；　and　bearing　him　to　the　ground；
worried　him　there　as　a　dog　might　a　cat。

Immediately　Craig　and　I　were　upon　him；　but　though　we　lifted　him
clear　off　the　ground　we　could　not　loosen　that　two…handed　strangling
grip。　　At　we　were　struggling　there　a　light　hand　touched　my
shoulder。　　It　was　Father　Goulet。

'Please　let　him　go；　and　stand　away　from　us；'　he　said；　waving　us
back。　　We　obeyed。　　He　leaned　over　Slavin　and　spoke　a　few　words　to
him。　　Slavin　started　as　if　struck　a　heavy　blow；　looked　up　at　the
priest　with　fear　in　his　face；　but　still　keeping　his　grip。

'Let　him　go；'　said　the　priest。　　Slavin　hesitated。　　'Let　him　go！
quick！'　said　the　priest　again；　and　Slavin　with　a　snarl　let　go　his
hold　and　stood　sullenly　facing　the　priest。

Father　Goulet　regarded　him　steadily　for　some　seconds　and　then
asked

'What　would　you　do？'　　His　voice　was　gentle　enough；　even　sweet；　but
there　was　something　in　it　that　chilled　my　marrow。　　'What　would　you
do？'　he　repeated。

'He　murdered　my　child；'　growled　Slavin。

'Ah！　how？'

'He　was　drunk　and　poisoned　him。'

'Ah！　who　gave　him　drink？　　Who　made　him　a　drunkard　two　years　ago？
Who　has　wrecked　his　life？'

There　was　no　answer；　and　the　even…toned　voice　went　relentlessly　on

'Who　is　the　murderer　of　your　child　now？'

Slavin　groaned　and　shuddered。

'Go！'　and　the　voice　grew　stern。　　'Repent　of　your　sin　and　add　not
another。'

Slavin　turned　his　eyes　upon　the　motionless　figure　on　the　ground　and
then　upon　the　priest。　　Father　Goulet　took　one　step　towards　him；
and；　stretching　out　his　hand　and　pointing　with　his　finger；　said

'Go！'

And　Slavin　slowly　backed　away　and　went　into　his　house。　　It　was　an
extraordinary　scene；　and　it　is　often　with　me　now：　the　dark　figure
on　the　ground；　the　slight　erect　form　of　the　priest　with
outstretched　arm　and　finger；　and　Slavin　backing　away；　fear　and　fury
struggling　in　his　face。

It　was　a　near　thing　for　the　doctor；　however；　and　two　minutes　more
of　that　grip　would　have　done　for　him。　　As　it　was；　we　had　the
greatest　difficulty　in　reviving　him。

What　the　priest　did　with　Slavin　after　getting　him　inside　I　know
not；　that　has　always　been　a　mystery　to　me。　　But　when　we　were
passing　the　saloon　that　night　after　taking　Mrs。　Mavor　home；　we　saw
a　light　and　heard　strange　sounds　within。　　Entering；　we　found
another　whisky　raid　in　progress；　Slavin　himself　being　the　raider。
We　stood　some　moments　watching　him　knocking　in　the　heads　of　casks
and　emptying　bottles。　　I　thought　he　had　gone　mad；　and　approached
him　cautiously。

'Hello；　Slavin！'　I　called　out；　'what　does　this　mean？'

He　paused　in　his　strange　work；　and　I　saw　that　his　face；　though
resolute；　was　quiet　enough。

'It　means　I'm　done　wid　the　business；　I　am；'　he　said；　in　a
determined　voice。　　'I'll　help　no　more　to　kill　any　man；　or；'　in　a
lower　tone；　'any　man's　baby。'　　The　priest's　words　had　struck　home。

'Thank　God；　Slavin！'　said　Craig；　offering　his　hand；　'you　are　much
too　good　a　man　for　the　business。'

'Good　or　bad；　I'm　done　wid　it；'　he　replied；　going　on　with　his　work。

'You　are　throwing　away　good　money；　Slavin；'　I　said；　as　the　head　of
a　cask　crashed　in。

'It's　meself　that　knows　it；　for　the　price　of　whisky　has　riz　in　town
this　week；'　he　answered；　giving　me　a　look　out　of　the　corner　of　his
eye。　　'Bedad！　it　was　a　rare　clever　job；'　referring　to　our　Black
Rock　Hotel　affair。

'But　won't　you　be　sorry　for　this？'　asked　Craig。

'Beloike　I　will；　an'　that's　why　I'm　doin'　it　before　I'm　sorry　for
it；'　he　replied；　with　a　delightful　bull。

'Look　here；　Slavin；'　said　Craig　earnestly；　'if　I　can　be　of　use　to
you　in　any　way；　count　on　me。'

'It's　good　to　me　the　both　of　yez　have　been；　an'　I'll　not　forget　it
to　yez；'　he　replied；　with　like　earnestness。

As　we　told　Mrs。　Mavor　that　night；　for　Craig　thought　it　too　good　to
keep；　her　eyes　seemed　to　grow　deeper　and　the　light　in　them　to　glow
more　intense　as　she　listened　to　Craig　pouring　out　his　tale。　　Then
she　gave　him　her　hand　and　said

'You　have　your　man　at　last。'

'What　man？'

'The　man　you　have　been　waiting　for。'

'Slavin！'

'Why　not？'

'I　never　thought　of　it。'

'No　more　did　he；　nor　any　of　us。'　　Then；　after　a　pause；　she　added
gently；　'He　has　been　sent　to　us？'

'Do　you　know；　I　believe　you　are　right；'　Craig　said　slowly；　and　then
added；　'But　you　always　are。'

'I　fear　not；'　she　answered；　but　I　thought　she　liked　to　hear　his
words。

The　whole　town　was　astounded　next　morning　when　Slavin　went　to　work
in　the　mines；　and　its　astonishment　only　deepened　as　the　days　went
on；　and　he　stuck　to　his　work。　　Before　three　weeks　had　gone　the
League　had　bought　and　remodelled　the　saloon　and　had　secured　Slavin
as　Resident　Manager。

The　evening　of　the　reopening　of　Slavin's　saloon；　as　it　was　still
called；　was　long　remembered　in　Black　Rock。　　It　was　the　occasion　of
the　first　appearance　of　'The　League　Minstrel　and　Dramatic　Troupe；'
in　what　was　described　as　a　'hair…lifting　tragedy　with　appropriate
musical　selections。'　　Then　there　was　a　grand　supper　and　speeches
and　great　enthusiasm；　which　reached　its　climax　when　Nixon　rose　to
propose　the　toast　of　the　evening'Our　Saloon。'　　His　speech　was
simply　a　quiet；　manly　account　of　his　long　struggle　with　the　deadly
enemy。　　When　he　came　to　speak　of　his　recent　defeat　he　said

'And　while　I　am　blaming　no　one　but　myself；　I　am　glad　to…night　that
this　saloon　is　on　our　side；　for　my　own　sake　and　for　the　sake　of
those　who　have　been　waiting　long　to　see　me。　　But　before　I　sit　down
I　want　to　say　that　while　I　live　I　shall　not　forget　that　I　owe　my
life　to　the　man　that　took　me　that　night　to　his　own　shack　and　put　me
in　his　own　bed；　and　met　me　next　morning　with　an　open　hand；　for　I
tell　you　I　had　sworn　to　God　that　that　morning　would　be　my　last。'

Geordie's　speech　was　characteristic。　　After　a　brief　reference　to
the　'mysteerious　ways　o'　Providence；'　which　he　acknowledged　he
might　sometimes　fail　to　understand；　he　went　on　to　express　his
unqualified　approval　of　the　new　saloon。

'It's　a　cosy　place；　an'　there's　nae　sulphur　aboot。　　Besides　a'
that；'　he　went　on　enthusiastically；　'it'll　be　a　terrible　savin'。
I've　juist　been　coontin'。'

'You　bet！'　ejaculated　a　voice　with　great　emphasis。

'I've　juist　been　coontin'；'　went　on　Geordie；　ignoring　the　remark
and　the　laugh　which　followed；　'an'　it's　an　awfu'…like　money　ye　pit
ower　wi'　the　whusky。　　Ye　see　ye　canna　dae　wi'　ane　bit　glass；　ye
maun　hae　twa　or　three　at　the　verra　least；　for　it's　no　verra　forrit
ye　get　wi'　ane　glass。　　But　wi'　yon　coffee　ye　juist　get　a　saxpence…
worth　an'　ye　want　nae　mair。'

There　was　another　shout　of　laughter；　which　puzzled　Geordie　much。

'I　dinna　see　the　jowk；　but　I've　slippit　ower　in　whusky　mair　nor　a
hunner　dollars。'

Then　he　paused；　looking　hard　before　him；　and　twisting　his　face　into
extraordinary　shapes　till　the　men　looked　at　him　in　wonder。

'I'm　rale　glad　o'　this　saloon；　but　it's　ower　late　for　the　lad　that
canna　be　helpit　the　noo。　　He'll　not　be　needin'　help　o'　oors；　I
doot；　but　there　are　ithers'and　he　stopped　abruptly　and　sat　down；
with　no　applause　following。

But　when　Slavin；　our　saloon…keeper；　rose　to　reply；　the　men　jumped
up　on　the　seats　and　yelled　till　they　could　yell　no　more。　　Slavin
stood；　evidently　in　trouble　with　himself；　and　finally　broke　out

'It's　spacheless　I　am　entirely。　　What's　come　to　me　I　know　not；　nor
how　it's　come。　　But　I'll　do　my　best　for　yez。'　　And　then　the　yelling
broke　out　again。

I　did　not　yell　myself。　　I　was　too　busy　watching　the　varying　lights
in　Mrs。　Mavor's　eyes　as　she　looked　from　Craig　to　the　yelling　men　on
the　benches　and　tables；　and　then　to　Slavin；　and　I　found　myself
wondering　if　she　knew　what　it　was　that　came　to　Slavin。


CHAPTER　XI

THE　TWO　CALLS


With　the　call　to　Mr。　Craig　I　fancy　I　had　something　to　do　myself。
The　call　came　from　a　young　congregation　in　an　eastern　city；　and　was
based　partly　upon　his　college　record　and　more　upon　the　advice　of
those　among　the　authorities　who　knew　his　work　in　the　mountains。
But　I　flatter　myself　that　my　letters　to　friends　who　were　of
importance　in　that　congregation　were　not　without　influence；　for　I
was　of　the　mind　that　the　man　who　could　handle　Black　Rock　miners　as
he　could　was　ready　for　something　larger　than　a　mountain　mission。
That　he　would　refuse　I　had　not　imagined；　though　I　ought　to　have
known　him　better。　　He　was　but　little　troubled　over　it。　　He　went
with　the　call　and　the　letters　urging　his　acceptance　to　Mrs。　Mavor。
I　was　putting　the　last　touches　to　some　of　my　work　in　the　room　at
the　back　of　Mrs。　Mavor's　house　when　he　came　in。　　She　read　the
letters　and　the　call　quietly；　and　waited　for　him　to　speak。

〃Well？'　he　said；　'should　I　go？'

She　started；　and　grew　a　little　pale。　　His　question　suggested　a
possibility　that　had　not　occurred　to　her。　　That　he　could　leave　his
work　in　Black　Rock　she　had　hitherto　never　imagined；　but　there　was
other　work；