The Major

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Of the former, none of those, in the Junior year at least, gave more
general satisfaction than did Jane Brown's in the winning of the German
prize over Heinrich Kellerman, and for a number of reasons. In the first
place Jane beat the German in his own language, at his own game, so to
speak. Then, too, Jane, while a hard student, took her full share
in college activities, and carried through these such a spirit of
generosity and fidelity as made her liked and admired by the whole body
of the students. Kellerman, on the other hand, was of that species of
student known as a pot-hunter, who took no interest in college life, but
devoted himself solely to the business of getting for himself everything
that the college had to offer.

Perhaps Jane alone, of his fellow students, gave a single thought to
the disappointment of the little Jew. She alone knew how keenly he had
striven for the prize, and how surely he had counted upon winning it.
She had the feeling, too, that somehow the class lists did not represent
the relative scholarship of the Jew and herself. He knew more German
than she. It was this feeling that prompted her to write him a note
which brought an answer in formal and stilted English.

"Dear Miss Brown," the answer ran, "I thank you for your beautiful
note, which is so much like yourself that in reading it I could see
your smile, which so constantly characterises you to all your friends.
I confess to disappointment, but the disappointment is largely mitigated
by the knowledge that the prize which I failed to acquire went to one
who is so worthy of it, and for whom I cherish the emotions of profound
esteem and good will. Your devoted and disappointed rival, Heinrich
Kellerman."

"Rather sporting of him, isn't it?" said Jane to her friend Ethel
Murray, who had come to dinner.

"Sporting?" said Ethel. "It is the last thing I would have said about
Kellerman."

"That is the worst of prizes," said Jane, "some one has to lose."

"Just the way I feel about Mr. MacLean," said Ethel. "He ought to have
had the medal and not I. He knows more philosophy in a minute than I in
a week."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jane judicially. "And though I am
awfully glad you got it, Ethel, I am sorry for Mr. MacLean. You know he
is working his way through college, and has to keep up a mission through
the term. He is a good man."

"Yes, he is good, a little too good," said Ethel, making a little face.
"Isn't it splendid about Larry Gwynne getting the Proficiency, and
the first in Engineering? Now he is what I call a sport. Of course he
doesn't go in for games much, but he's into everything, the Lit., the
Dramatic Society, and Scuddy says he helped him tremendously with the
Senior class in the Y. M. C. A. work."

"Yes," said Jane, "and the Register told Papa that the University had
never graduated such a brilliant student. And Ramsay Dunn told me that
he just ran the Athletic Association and was really responsible for the
winning of the track team."

"What a pity about Ramsay Dunn," said Ethel. "He just managed to
scrape through. Do you know, the boys say he kept himself up mostly on
whiskey-and-sodas through the exams. He must be awfully clever, and he
is so good-looking."

"Poor Ramsay," said Jane, "he has not had a very good chance. I mean,
he has too much money. He is coming to dinner to-night, Ethel, and Frank
Smart, too."

"Oh, Frank Smart! They say he is doing awfully well. Father says he is
one of the coming men in his profession. He is a great friend of yours,
isn't he, Jane?" said Ethel, with a meaning smile.

"We have known him a long time," said Jane, ignoring the smile. "We
think a great deal of him."

"When have you seen Larry?" enquired Ethel. "He comes here a lot,
doesn't he?"

"Yes. He says this is his Winnipeg home. I haven't seen him all to-day."

"You don't mean to tell me!" exclaimed Ethel.

"I mean I haven't seen him to congratulate him on his medal. His mother
will be so glad."

"You know his people, don't you? Tell me about them. You see, I may as
well confess to you that I have a fearful crush on Larry."

"I know," said Jane sympathetically.

"But," continued Ethel, "he is awfully difficult. His people are
ranching, aren't they? And poor, I understand."

"Yes, they are ranching," said Jane, "and Larry has had quite a hard
time getting through. I had a lovely visit last fall with them."

"Oh, tell me about it!" exclaimed Ethel. "I heard a little, you know,
from Larry."

For half an hour Jane dilated on her western visit to the Lakeside Farm.

"Oh, you lucky girl!" cried Ethel. "What a chance you had! To think of
it! Three weeks, lonely rides, moonlight, and not a soul to butt in! Oh,
Jane! I only wish I had had such a chance! Did nothing happen, Jane? Oh,
come on now, you are too awfully oysteresque. Didn't he come across at
all?"

Jane's face glowed a dull red, but she made no pretence of failing to
understand Ethel's meaning. "Oh, there is no nonsense of that kind with
Larry," she said. "We are just good friends."

"Good friends!" exclaimed Ethel indignantly. "That's just where he is so
awfully maddening. I can't understand him. He has lots of red blood, and
he is a sport, too. But somehow he never knows a girl from her brother.
He treats me just the way he treats Bruce and Leslie. I often wonder
what he would do if I kissed him. I've tried squeezing his hand."

"Have you?" said Jane, with a delighted laugh. "What did he do?"

"Why, he never knew it. I could have killed him," said Ethel in disgust.

"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. "I wish
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, making 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 making 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.

As Larry watched her, it gave him a quick sharp pang to remember that
Frank Smart was a friend of older standing than he, that Smart was
a rising young lawyer with a brilliant future before him. He was a
constant visitor at this house. Why was it? Like a flash the thing stood
revealed to him. Without a doubt Smart was in love with Jane. His own
heart went cold at the thought. But why? he impatiently asked himself.
He was not in love with Jane. Of that he was quite certain. Why, then,
this dog-in-the-manger feeling? A satisfactory answer to this was beyond
him. One thing only stood out before his mind with startling clarity, if
Jane should give herself to Frank Smart, or, indeed, to any other, then
for him life would be emptied of one of its greatest joys. He threw down
the music book whose leaves he had been idly turning and, looking at his
watch, called out, "Do you know it is after eight o'clock, people?"

"Come, Ethel," said Jane, "we must go. And you boys will have to hurry.
Larry, don't wait for Papa. He will likely have a seat on the platform.
Good night for the present. You can find your way out, can't you? And,
Mr. MacLean, you will find something to do until we come down?"

Smiling over her shoulder, Jane took Ethel off with her upstairs.

"Come, Smart, let's get a move on," said Larry, abruptly seizing his hat
and making for the door. "We will have to fight to get in now."

The theatre was packed, pit to gods. Larry and his friend with
considerable difficulty made their way to the front row of those
standing, where they found a group of University men, who gave them
enthusiastic welcome to a place in their company. The Chairman had
made his opening remarks, and the first speaker, the Honourable B. B.
Bomberton, was well on into his oration by the time they arrived. He
was at the moment engaged in dilating upon the peril through which the
country had recently passed, and thanking God that Canada had loyally
stood by the Empire and had refused to sell her heritage for a mess of
pottage.

"Rot!" cried a voice from the first gallery, followed by cheers and
counter cheers.

The Honourable gentleman, however, was an old campaigner and not easily
thrown out of his stride. He fiercely turned upon his interrupter and
impaled him upon the spear point of his scornful sarcasm, waving the
while with redoubled vigour, "the grand old flag that for a thousand
years had led the embattled hosts of freedom in their fight for human
rights."

"Rot!" cried the same voice again. "Can the flag stuff. Get busy and say
something." (Cheers, counter cheers, yells of "Throw him out," followed
by disturbance in the gallery.)

Once more the speaker resumed his oration. He repeated his statement
that the country had been delivered from a great peril. The strain upon
the people's loyalty had been severe, but the bonds that bound them
to the Empire had held fast, and please God would ever hold fast.
(Enthusiastic demonstration from all the audience, indicating intense
loyalty to the Empire.) They had been invited to enter into a treaty for
reciprocal trade with the Republic south of us. He would yield to none
in admiration, even affection, for their American neighbours. He knew
them well; many of his warmest friends were citizens of that great
Republic. But great as was his esteem for that Republic he was not
prepared to hand over his country to any other people, even his American
neighbours, to be exploited and finally to be led into financial
bondage. He proceeded further to elaborate and illustrate the financial
calamity that would overtake the Dominion of Canada as a result of the
establishment of Reciprocity between the Dominion and the Republic. But
there was more than that. They all knew that ancient political maxim
"Trade follows the flag." But like most proverbs it was only half a
truth. The other half was equally true that "The flag followed trade."
There was an example of that within their own Empire. No nation in
the world had a prouder record for loyalty than Scotland. Yet in 1706
Scotland was induced to surrender her independence as a nation and
to enter into union with England. Why? Chiefly for the sake of trade
advantages.

"Ye're a dom leear," shouted an excited Scot, rising to his feet in the
back of the hall. "It was no Scotland that surrendered. Didna Scotland's
king sit on England's throne. Speak the truth, mon." (Cheers, uproarious
laughter and cries, "Go to it, Scotty; down wi' the Sassenach. Scotland
forever!")

When peace had once more fallen the Honourable B. B. Bomberton went on.
He wished to say that his Scottish friend had misunderstood him. He was
not a Scot himself--

"Ye needna tell us that," said the Scot. (Renewed cheers and laughter.)

But he would say that the best three-quarters of him was Scotch in that
he had a Scotch woman for a wife, and nothing that he had said or could
say could be interpreted as casting a slur upon that great and proud and
noble race than whom none had taken a larger and more honourable part
in the building and the maintaining of the Empire. But to resume. The
country was asked for the sake of the alleged economic advantage to
enter into a treaty with the neighbouring state which he was convinced
would perhaps not at first but certainly eventually imperil the Imperial
bond. The country rejected the proposal. The farmers were offered the
double lure of high prices for their produce and a lower price for
machinery. Never was he so proud of the farmers of his country as when
they resisted the lure, they refused the bait, they could not be bought,
they declined to barter either their independence or their imperial
allegiance for gain. (Cheers, groans, general uproar.)

Upon the subsidence of the uproar Frank Smart who, with Larry, had
worked his way forward among a body of students standing in the first
row immediately behind the seats, raised his hand and called out in a
clear, distinct and courteous voice, "Mr. Chairman, a question if you
will permit me." The chairman granted permission. "Did I understand
the speaker to say that those Canadians who approved of the policy of
Reciprocity were ready to barter their independence or their imperial
allegiance for gain? If so, in the name of one half of the Canadian
people I want to brand the statement as an infamous and slanderous
falsehood."

Instantly a thousand people were on their feet cheering, yelling, on
the one part shouting, "Put him out," and on the other demanding,
"Withdraw." A half dozen fights started up in different parts of the
theatre. In Smart's immediate vicinity a huge, pugilistic individual
rushed toward him and reached for him with a swinging blow, which would
undoubtedly have ended for him the meeting then and there had not Larry,
who was at his side, caught the swinging arm with an upward cut so that
it missed its mark. Before the blow could be repeated Scudamore, the
centre rush of the University football team, had flung himself upon the
pugilist, seized him by the throat and thrust him back and back through
the crowd, supported by a wedge of his fellow students, striking,
scragging, fighting and all yelling the while with cheerful
vociferousness. By the efforts of mutual friends the two parties were
torn asunder just as a policeman thrust himself through the crowd and
demanded to know the cause of the uproar.

"Here," he cried, seizing Larry by the shoulder, "what does this mean?"

"Don't ask me," said Larry, smiling pleasantly at him. "Ask that
fighting man over there."

"You were fighting. I saw you," insisted the policeman.

"Did you?" said Larry. "I am rather pleased to hear you say it, but I
knew nothing of it."

"Look here, Sergeant," shouted Smart above the uproar. "Oh, it's you,
Mac. You know me. You've got the wrong man. There's the man that started
this thing. He deliberately attacked me. Arrest him."

Immediately there were clamorous counter charges and demands for arrest
of Smart and his student crew.

"Come now," said Sergeant Mac, "keep quiet, or I'll be takin' ye all
into the coop."

Order once more being restored, the speaker resumed by repudiating
indignantly the accusation of his young friend. Far be it from him to
impugn the loyalty of the great Liberal party, but he was bound to say
that while the Liberals might be themselves loyal both to the Dominion
and to the Empire, their policy was disastrous. They were sound enough
in their hearts but their heads were weak. After some further remarks
upon the fiscal issues between the two great political parties and after
a final wave of the imperial flag, the speaker declared that he now
proposed to leave the rest of the time to their distinguished fellow
citizen, the Honourable J. J. Allen.

Mr. Allen found himself facing an audience highly inflamed with passion
and alert for trouble. In a courteous and pleasing introduction he
strove to allay their excited feelings and to win for himself a hearing.
The matter which he proposed to bring to their attention was one of the
very greatest importance, and one which called for calm and deliberate
consideration. He only asked a hearing for some facts which every
Canadian ought to know and for some arguments based thereupon which they
might receive or reject according as they appealed to them or not.

"You are all right, Jim; go to it," cried an enthusiastic admirer.

With a smile Mr. Allen thanked his friend for the invitation and assured
him that without loss of time he would accept it. He begged to announce
his theme: "The Imperative and Pressing Duty of Canada to Prepare to do
Her Part in Defence of the Empire." He was prepared frankly and without
hesitation to make the assertion that war was very near the world and
very near our Empire and for the reason that the great military power
of Europe, the greatest military power the world had ever
seen--Germany--purposed to make war, was ready for war, and was waiting
only a favourable opportunity to begin.

"Oh, r-r-rats-s," exclaimed a harsh voice.

"That's Holtzman," said Larry to Smart.

(Cries of "Shut up!--Go on.")

"I beg the gentleman who has so courteously interrupted me," continued
Mr. Allen, "simply to wait for my facts." ("Hear! Hear!" from many parts
of the building.) The sources of his information were three: first,
his own observation during a three months' tour in Germany; second,
his conversations with representative men in Great Britain, France and
Germany; and third, the experience of a young and brilliant attache of
the British Embassy at Berlin now living in Canada, with whom he had
been brought into touch by a young University student at present in
this city. From this latter source he had also obtained possession
of literature accessible only to a few. He spoke with a full sense of
responsibility and with a full appreciation of the value of words.

The contrast between the Honourable Mr. Allen and the speaker that
preceded him was such that the audience was not only willing but eager
to hear the facts and arguments which the speaker claimed to be in a
position to offer. Under the first head he gave in detail the story
of his visit to Germany and piled up an amazing accumulation of facts
illustrative of Germany's military and naval preparations in the way
of land and sea forces, munitions and munition factories, railroad
construction, food supplies and financial arrangements in the way of
gold reserves and loans. The preparations for war which, in the world's
history, had been made by Great Powers threatening the world's freedom,
were as child's play to these preparations now made by Germany, and
these which he had given were but a few illustrations of Germany's war
preparations, for the more important of these were kept hidden by her
from the rest of the world. "My argument is that preparation by a nation
whose commercial and economic instincts are so strong as those of the
German people can only reasonably be interpreted to mean a Purpose to
War. That that purpose exists and that that purpose determines Germany's
world's politics, I have learned from many prominent Germans, military
and naval officers, professors, bankers, preachers. And more than that
this same purpose can be discovered in the works of many distinguished
German writers during the last twenty-five years. You see this pile of
books beside me? They are filled, with open and avowed declarations of
this purpose. The raison d'etre of the great Pan-German League, of the
powerful Navy League with one million and a half members, and of the
other great German organisations is war. Bear with me while I read to
you extracts from some of these writings. I respectfully ask a patient
hearing. I would not did I not feel it to be important that from
representative Germans themselves you should learn the dominating
purpose that has directed and determined the course of German activity
in every department of its national life for the last quarter of a
century."

For almost half an hour the speaker read extracts from the pile of
books on the table beside him. "I think I may now fairly claim to have
established first the fact of vast preparations by Germany for war and
the further fact that Germany cherishes in her heart a settled Purpose
of War." It was interesting to know how this purpose had come to be
so firmly established in the heart of a people whom we had always
considered to be devoted to the cultivation of the gentler arts of
peace. The history of the rise and the development of this Purpose to
War would be found in the history of Germany itself. He then briefly
touched upon the outstanding features in the history of the German
Empire from the days of the great Elector of Brandenburg to the present
time. During these last three hundred years, while the English people
were steadily fighting for and winning their rights to freedom and
self-government from tyrant kings, in Prussia two powers were being
steadily built up, namely autocracy and militarism, till under Bismarck
and after the War of 1870 these two powers were firmly established
in the very fibre of the new modern German Empire. Since the days of
Bismarck the autocrat of Germany had claimed the hegemony of Europe and
had dreamed of winning for himself and his Empire a supreme place among
the nations of the world. And this dream he had taught his people to
share with him, for to them it meant not simply greater national glory,
which had become a mania with them, but expansion of trade and larger
commercial returns. And for the realisation of this dream, the
German Kaiser and his people with him were ready and were waiting the
opportunity to plunge the world into the bloodiest war of all time.