There is nothing more to say to-night except that I am as always,

Your faithful and loving friend,
JASPAR HUME.

A moment after the letter was finished, the servant entered and announced
"Mr. Late Carscallen." With a smile and hearty greeting the great man and
this member of the White Guard met. It was to entertain his old arctic
comrade that Jaspar Hume had declined to be entertained by society or
club. A little while after, seated at the table, the ex-sub-factor said:
"You found your brother well, Carscallen?"

The jaws moved slowly as of old. "Ay, that, and a grand meenister, sir."

"He wanted you to stay in Scotland, I suppose?" "Ay, that, but there's no
place for me like Fort Providence."

"Try this pheasant. And you are sub-factor now, Carscallen?"

"There's two of us sub-factors--Jeff Hyde and myself. Mr. Field is old,
and can't do much work, and trade's heavy now."

"I know. I hear from the factor now and then. And Gaspe Toujours, what of
him?"

"He went away three years ago, and he said he'd come back. He never did
though. Jeff Hyde believes he will. He says to me a hundred times,
'Carscallen, he made the sign of the cross that he'd come back from Saint
Gabrielle; and that's next to the Book with a papist. If he's alive he'll
come.'"