FOR HER
Upon Jan now fell a great responsibility. Mélisse was his own. Days
passed before he could realize the fullness of his possession. He had
meant to go by the Athabasca water route to see Jean de Gravois,
leaving Mélisse to Cummins for a fortnight or so. Now he gave this up.
Day and night he guarded the child; and to Jan's great joy it soon came
to pass that whenever he was compelled to leave her for a short time,
Mélisse would cry for him. At least Maballa assured him that this was
so, and Mélisse gave evidence of it by her ecstatic joy when he
returned.
When Cummins came back from Fort Churchill in the autumn, he brought
with him a pack full of things for Mélisse, including new books and
papers, for which he had spent a share of his season's earnings. As he
was freeing these treasures from their wrapping of soft caribou skin,
with Jan and Mélisse both looking on, he stopped suddenly and glanced
from his knees up at the boy.
"They're wondering over at Churchill what became of the missionary who
left with the mail, Jan. They say he was last seen at the Etawney."
"And not here?" replied Jan quickly.
"Not that they know of," said Cummins, still keeping his eyes on the
boy. "The man who drove him never got back to Churchill. They're
wondering where the driver went, too. A company officer has gone up to
the Etawney, and it is possible he may come over to Lac Bain. I don't
believe he'll find the missionary."
"Neither do I," said Jan quite coolly. "He is probably dead, and the
wolves and foxes have eaten him before this--or mebby ze feesh!"
Cummins resumed his task of unpacking, and among the books which he
brought forth there were two which he gave to Jan.
"The supply ship from London came in while I was at Churchill, and
those came with it," he explained. "They're school-books. There's going
to be a school at Churchill next winter, and the winter after that it
will be at York Factory, down on the Hayes." He settled back on his
heels and looked at Jan. "It's the first school that has ever come
nearer than four hundred miles of us. That's at Prince Albert."
For many succeeding days Jan took long walks alone in the forest
trails, and silently thrashed out the two problems which Cummins had
brought back from Churchill for him. Should he warn Jean de Gravois
that a company officer was investigating the disappearance of the
missionary?
At first his impulse was to go at once into Jean's haunts beyond the
Fond du Lac, and give him the news. But even if the officer did come to
Post Lac Bain, how would he know that the missionary was at the bottom
of the lake, and that Jean de Gravois was accountable for it? So in the
end Jan decided that it would be folly to stir up the little hunter's
fears, and he thought no more of the company's investigator who had
gone up to the Etawney.
But the second problem was one whose perplexities troubled him.
Cummins' word of the school at Churchill had put a new and thrilling
thought into his head, and always with that thought he coupled visions
of the growing Mélisse. This year the school would be at Churchill, and
the next at York Factory, and after that it might be gone for ever, so
that when Mélisse grew up there would be none nearer than what Jan
looked upon as the other end of the world. Why could not he go to
school for Mélisse, and store up treasures which in time he might turn
over to her?
The scheme was a colossal one, by all odds the largest that had ever
entered into his dreams of what life held for him--that he, Jan
Thoreau, should learn to read and write, and do other things like the
people of the far South, so that he might help to make the little
creature in the cabin like her who slept under the watchful spruce. He
was stirred to the depths of his soul, now with fear, again with hope
and desire and ambition; and it was not until the first cold chills of
approaching winter crept down from the north and east that the ultimate
test came, and he told Cummins of his intention.
Once his mind was settled, Jan lost no time in putting his plans into
action. Mukee knew the trail to Churchill, and agreed to leave with him
on the third day--which gave Williams' wife time to make him a new coat
of caribou skin.
On the second evening he played for the last time in the little cabin;
and after Mélisse had fallen asleep he took her up gently in his arms
and held her there for a long time, while Cummins looked on in silence.
When he replaced her in the little bed against the wall, Cummins put
one of his long arms about the boy's shoulders and led him to the door,
where they stood looking out upon the grim desolation of the forest
that rose black and silent against the starlit background of the sky.
High above the thick tops of the spruce rose the lone tree over the
grave, like a dark finger pointing up into the night, and Cummins' eyes
rested there.
"She heard you first that night, Jan," he spoke softly. "She knew that
you were coming long before I could hear anything but the crackling in
the skies. I believe--she knows--now--"
The arm about Jan's shoulder tightened, and Cummins' head dropped until
his rough cheek rested upon the boy's hair. There was something of the
gentleness of love in what he did, and in response to it Jan caught the
hand that was hanging over his shoulder in both his own.
"Boy, won't you tell me who you are, and why you came that night?"
"I will tell you, now, that I come from ze Great Bear," whispered Jan.
"I am only Jan Thoreau, an' ze great God made me come that night
because"--his heart throbbed with sudden inspiration as he looked up
into his companion's face--"because ze leetle Mélisse was here," he
finished.
For a time Cummins made no move or sound; then he drew the boy back
into the cabin, and from the little gingham-covered box in the corner
he took a buckskin bag.
"You are going to Churchill for Mélisse and for HER" he said in a voice
pitched low that it might not awaken the baby. "Take this."
Jan drew a step back.
"No, I fin' work with ze compan-ee at Churchill. That is ze gold for
Mélisse when she grow up. Jan Thoreau is no--what you call heem?"
His teeth gleamed in a smile, but it lasted only for an instant.
Cummins' face darkened, and he caught him firmly, almost roughly, by
the arm.
"Then Jan Thoreau will never come back to Mélisse," he exclaimed with
finality. "You are going to Churchill to be at school, and not to work
with your hands. THEY are sending you. Do you understand, boy? THEY!"
There was a fierce tremor in his voice. "Which will it be? Will you
take the bag, or will you never again come back to Lac Bain?"
Dumbly Jan reached out and took the buckskin pouch. A dull flush burned
in his cheeks. Cummins looked in wonder upon the strange look that came
into his eyes.
"I pay back this gold to you and Mélisse a hundred times!" he cried
tensely. "I swear it, an' I swear that Jan Thoreau mak' no lie!"
Unconsciously, with the buckskin bag clutched in one hand, he had
stretched out his other arm to the violin hanging against the wall.
Cummins turned to look. When he faced him again the boy's arm had
fallen to his side and his cheeks were white.
The next day he left. No one heard his last words to Mélisse, or
witnessed his final leave-taking of her, for Cummins sympathized with
the boy's grief and went out of the cabin an hour before Mukee was
ready with his pack. The last that he heard was Jan's violin playing
low, sweet music to the child. Three weeks later, when Mukee returned
to Lac Bain, he said that Jan had traveled to Churchill like one who
had lost his tongue, and that far into the nights he had played lonely
dirges upon his violin.