There are
good and costly things to do for the State."
Suddenly she saw in his eyes a curious soft understanding, and she put
her hand on his shoulder. "Carnac," she said gently, "great, great
Carnac, won't you love me?"
For an instant he felt he must still put her from him, then he clasped
her to his breast.
"But I really had to throw myself into your arms!" she said later.
CHAPTER 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.
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