The Lure of the North

Harold Bindloss

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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Lure of the North Author: Harold Bindloss Release Date: December 2, 2004 [eBook #14234] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LURE OF THE NORTH*** E-text prepared by Audrey Longhurst, Josephine Paolucci, Joshua Hutchinson, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team THE LURE OF THE NORTH Published in England under the Title Agatha's Fortune 1918 BY THE SAME AUTHOR Alton Of Somasco Lorimer Of The Northwest Thurston Of Orchard Valley Winston Of The Prairie The Gold Trail Sydney Carteret, Rancher A Prairie Courtship Vane Of The Timberlands The Long Portage Ranching For Sylvia Prescott Of Saskatchewan The Dust Of Conflict The Greater Power Masters Of The Wheatlands Delilah Of The Snows By Right Of Purchase The Cattle Baron's Daughter Thrice Armed For Jacinta The Intriguers The League Of The Leopard For The Allison Honor The Secret Of The Reef Harding Of Allenwood The Coast Of Adventure Johnstone Of The Border Brandon Of The Engineers Carmen's Messenger The Girl From Keller's The Lure Of The North "She Saw A Look Of Fear In His Staring Eyes."—Page 209 Contents Contents Chapter I—Thirlwell Makes His Choice Chapter II—Strange's Story Chapter III—Agatha Makes A Promise Chapter IV—Strange's Partner Chapter V—A Night's Watch Chapter VI—Father Lucien's Adventure Chapter VII—Agatha's Resolve Chapter VIII—The Burglar Chapter IX—Agatha Asks Advice Chapter X—Thirlwell Gets A Letter Chapter XI—Stormont Finds A Clue Chapter XII—On The Trail Chapter XIII—The Prospectors' Return Chapter XIV—Stormont Disowns A Debt Chapter XV—The Grand Rapid Chapter XVI—The Pit-Prop Chapter XVII—Drummond Offers Help Chapter XVIII—The Hand In The Water Chapter XIX—A Lost Opportunity Chapter XX—The Plunge Chapter XXI—The Wilderness Chapter XXII—Before The Wind Chapter XXIII—Strange's Legacy Chapter XXIV—Agatha Resumes Her Journey Chapter XXV—The Broken Range Chapter XXVI—The Lode Chapter XXVII—THIRLWELL'S DULLNESS Chapter XXVIII—Stormont Tries A Bribe Chapter XXIX—GEORGE REPROACHES HIMSELF Chapter XXX—A Change Of Luck Chapter XXXI—Thirlwell's Reward THE LURE OF THE NORTH Chapter I—Thirlwell Makes His Choice Dinner was nearly over at the big red hotel that stands high above the city of Quebec, and Thirlwell, sitting at one of the tables, abstractedly glanced about. The spacious room was filled with skilfully tempered light that glimmered on colored glasses and sparkled on silver; pillars and cornices were decorated with artistic taste. A murmur of careless talk rose from the groups of fashionably dressed women and prosperous men, and he heard a girl's soft laugh. All this struck a note of refined luxury that was strange to Thirlwell, who had spent some years in the wilds, where the small, frost-bitten pines roll across the rocks and muskegs of North Ontario. One lived hard up there, enduring arctic cold, and the heat of the short summer, when bloodthirsty mosquitoes swarm; and ran daunting risks on the lonely prospecting trail. Now it looked as if chance had offered him an easier lot; he could apparently choose between the privations of the wilderness and civilized comfort, but while he grappled with a certain longing he knew this was not so. He had adopted the pioneers' Spartan code; one must stand by one's bargain, and do the thing one had undertaken. For a few moments he was silent, lost in rather gloomy thought, with a frown on his brown face, and Mrs. Allott, his English relative, studied him across the table. On the whole, Jim Thirlwell had improved in Canada, and she thought he would be welcomed if he returned to England. She had been his mother's friend, and during the week or two they had now spent together, had decided that if he proved amenable she would help him to make a career. Indeed, it was largely on Thirlwell's account she had accompanied her husband on his American tour. Jim had certain advantages. He was not clever, but his remarks were sometimes smarter than he knew. Then he had a quiet voice and manner that impressed one, even when one differed from him, as one often did. He was not handsome, and his face was rather thin, but his features were well-defined, and she liked his firm mouth and steady look. His figure was good and marked by a touch of athletic grace. Then she was, on the whole, satisfied with the way he chose and wore his clothes. His mother had held a leading place in the exclusive society of a quiet cathedral town, until her husband lost his small fortune. Mrs. Allott understood that something might have been saved had Tom Thirlwell been less scrupulous; but Tom had unconventional views about money, and Jim was like his father in many ways. Mrs. Allott, having done her best to enlighten him, hoped he would now see where his advantage lay. "You are not very talkative, Jim," she said. Thirlwell looked up with an apologetic smile, but his eyes rested on the girl by Mrs. Allott's side. Evelyn Grant was young and attractive, but there was something tame about her beauty that harmonized with her character. Thirlwell had not always recognized this; indeed, when they were younger, he had indulged a romantic tenderness for the girl. This, however, was long since, and the renewal of their friendship in Canada left him cold. Evelyn was gracious, and he sometimes thought she had not forgotten his youthful admiration, but she did not feel things much, and he suspected that she had acquiesced in Mrs. Allott's rather obvious plot because she was too indolent to object. For all that, he imagined that if he took a bold line she would not repulse him, and by comparison with his poverty Evelyn was rich. Then he banished the thought with an unconscious frown. "Oh, well, I suppose it's our last evening together, and one feels melancholy about that," he said. "But I thought you were coming to New York with us," Mrs. Allott objected. Evelyn was talking animatedly to a young American, but looked round with languid carelessness. "Are you really not coming, Jim?" she asked. Then, without waiting for Thirlwell's answer, she resumed her talk, and Mrs. Allott wondered whether the girl had not overdone her part. After all, she must have known why she had been brought. "I think not," said Thirlwell. "Very sorry, of course, but there's only a week of my holiday left and I have some business in South Ontario. Then I must go back to the bush." "That's ridiculous, Jim," Mrs. Allott rejoined. "You know you needn't go back to the bush at all. Besides, we hoped you had decided to come to England." She paused and touched Evelyn. "Do you hear what he says? Can't you persuade him to be sensible?" Evelyn turned and looked at Thirlwell with a careless smile. She was very composed, but Mrs. Allott thought she noted a trace of heightened color. "Oh, no; it would be useless for me to try. Nobody could persuade Jim to do what he does not want." "Aren't you taking something for granted?" asked Allott, who sat with the others, but had been silent. "Jim hasn't admitted that he doesn't want to come." The girl gave Thirlwell a tranquil glance in which there was a hint of mockery. "He has only a week left, and I imagine knows better than we do what will please him best," she replied, and turned to her companion. "What have you to say to that?" Allott asked Thirlwell, with a twinkle. "It looks as if Evelyn knew my character—I suppose I am obstinate. But I don't think she has stated the case correctly. It isn't that I don't want to come. Unfortunately, I can't." The other guests were leaving the tables and Mrs. Allott, getting up, gave her husband a meaning glance. "Then I must let Stephen talk to you. You may listen to his arguments; I have exhausted mine." "You could not expect me to succeed where you have failed," Allott remarked, and touched Thirlwell as Mrs. Allott and Evelyn went away. "Shall we go upstairs for a smoke?" A lift took them up, and Allott lighted a cigarette when they entered an unoccupied room. The evening was hot, and Thirlwell sat on the ledge of the open window and looked out upon the river across the climbing town. Church spires, the steep roofs of old houses, and the flat tops of modern blocks, rose in the moonlight through a thin gray haze of smoke. Lower down, a track of glittering silver ran across to the shadowy Levis ridge, along the crest of which were scattered twinkling lights. Presently Allott, who was well preserved and rather fat, turned to Thirlwell. "I hope you won't be rash, Jim, and throw away the best chance you may ever get." "You mean Sir James's offer of the post with the big engineering firm?" "I mean that and other things," said Allott dryly. "Perhaps I have spoken plainly enough; you are not a fool!" "Thanks! I don't claim much wisdom and I am sometimes rash. But perhaps we had better stick to Sir James's offer. Why does he make it now, after standing off when I needed help some years since?" "We'll take the offer first," Allott agreed. "Sir James had not been knighted and pulled off the big business combine then. He hadn't as much influence, and perhaps wanted to see what you could do. I expect he was surprised when you got and kept the mining job in Canada. Anyhow, you're his namesake and nearest relative. My wife, you know, comes next." "He left my father alone in his trouble," said Thirlwell grimly. "I wonder why they gave him his title. There were things done when the combine was made the shareholders didn't know, besides injustices to the staffs. You see, I had friends—" "What has that to do with you? He offers you a good post, with a hint about favors to come." "The post is good," Thirlwell agre