"He is going away to Chicago," said Jane abruptly, "to your friends, the Wakehams. Mr. Wakeham is in mines, as you know.
Larry is to get two thousand dollars to begin with. It is a good position, and I am glad for him. Oh, there I see Mr. MacLean and Frank Smart coming in."When the party had settled down they discussed the Class lists and prize winners till Dr. Brown appeared.
"Shall we have dinner soon, Jane?" he said as she welcomed him. "Iwish to get through with my work early so as to take in the big political meeting this evening. Mr. Allen is to speak and there is sure to be a crowd.""I shall have it served at once, Papa. Larry is coming, but we won't wait for him."They were half through dinner before Larry appeared. He came in looking worn, pale and thinner even than usual. But there was a gleam in his eye and an energy in his movements that indicated sound and vigorous health.
"You are not late, Larry," said Jane; "we are early. Papa is going to the political meeting.""Good!" cried Larry. "So am I. You are going, Frank, and you, MacLean?""I don't know yet," said MacLean.
"We are all due at Mrs. Allen's, Larry, you remember. It is a party for the Graduating Class, too," said Jane.
"So we are. But we can take in the political meeting first, eh, Mac?"But MacLean glanced doubtfully at Ethel.
"I have just had a go with Holtzman," said Larry, "the German Socialist, you know. He was ramping and raging like a wild man down in front of the post office. I know him quite well. He is going to heckle Mr. Allen to-night."The girls were keen to take in the political meeting, but Larry objected.
"There will be a rough time, likely. It will be no place for ladies. We will take you to the party, then join you again after the meeting."The girls were indignant and appealed to Dr. Brown.
"I think," said he, "perhaps you had better not go. The young gentlemen can join you later, you know, at Allens' party.""Oh, we don't want them then," said Ethel, "and, indeed, we can go by ourselves to the party.""Now, Ethel, don't be naughty," said Larry.
"I shall be very glad to take you to the party, Miss Murray," said MacLean. "I don't care so much for the meeting.""That will be fine, Mac!" exclaimed Larry enthusiastically. "In this way neither they nor we will need to hurry.""Disgustingly selfish creature," said Ethel, ****** a face at him across the table.
Jane said nothing, but her face fell into firmer lines and her cheeks took on a little colour. The dinner was cut short in order to allow Dr. Brown to get through with his list of waiting patients.
"We have a few minutes, Ethel," said Larry. "Won't you give us a little Chopin, a nocturne or two, or a bit of Grieg?""Do, Ethel," said Jane, "although you don't deserve it, Larry. Not a bit," she added.
"Why, what have I done?" said Larry.
"For one thing," said Jane, in a low, hurried voice, moving close to him, "you have not given me a chance to congratulate you on your medal. Where have you been all day?"The reproach in her eyes and voice stirred Larry to quick defence.
"I have been awfully busy, Jane," he said, "getting ready to go off to-morrow. I got a telegram calling me to Chicago.""To Chicago? To-morrow?" said Jane, her eyes wide open with surprise. "And you never came to tell me--to tell us? Why, we may never see you again at all. But you don't care a bit, Larry," she added.
The bitterness in her voice was so unusual with Jane that Larry in his astonishment found himself without reply.
"Excuse me, Ethel," she said, "I must see Ann a minute."As she hurried from the room Larry thought he caught a glint of tears in her eyes. He was immediately conscience-stricken and acutely aware that he had not treated Jane with the consideration that their long and unique friendship demanded. True, he had been busy, but he could have found time for a few minutes with her.
Jane was no ordinary friend. He had not considered her and this had deeply wounded her. And to-morrow he was going away, and going away not to return. He was surprised at the quick stab of pain that came with the thought that his days in Winnipeg were over. In all likelihood his life's work would take him to Alberta. This meant that when he left Winnipeg tomorrow there would be an end to all that delightful comradeship with Jane which during the years of his long and broken college course had formed so large a part of his life, and which during the past winter had been closer and dearer than ever. Their lives would necessarily drift apart.
Other friends would come in and preoccupy her mind and heart. Jane had the art of ****** friends and of "binding her friends to her with hooks of steel." He had been indulging the opinion that of all her friends he stood first with her. Even if he were right, he could not expect that this would continue. And now on their last evening together, through his selfish stupidity, he had hurt her as never in all the years they had been friends together. But Jane was a sensible girl. He would make that right at once. She was the one girl he knew that he could treat with perfect frankness.
Most girls were afraid, either that you were about to fall in love with them, or that you would not. Neither one fear nor the other disturbed the serenity of Jane's soul.
As Jane re-entered the room, Larry sprang to meet her. "Jane," he said in a low, eager tone, "I am going to take you to the party."But Jane was her own serene self again, and made answer, "There is no need, Larry. Mr. MacLean will see us safely there, and after the meeting you will come. We must go now, Ethel." There was no bitterness in her voice. Instead, there was about her an air of gentle self-mastery, remote alike from pain and passion, that gave Larry the feeling that the comfort he had thought to bring was so completely unnecessary as to seem an impertinence. Jane walked across to where Frank Smart was standing and engaged him in an animated conversation.
