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170 THE INDIAN ADVOCATE.
had brought to perfection. To de Valorsay, who would have planned with exquisite care a feast to celebrate the eve of the world's last day, this falling-off in his own smart coterie was in tolerable. He decided to leave Paris, until they should re gain some of their former brilliance, and while casting about in his mind for some retreat, old memories had recurred to him so constantly that he decided upon Canada. So, with hasty adieux, as though for a week's stay out at Chateau Val orsay, he left Paris for the West. There, canoeing and tramping, with Benedikt for com pany, the strengthening life of the wilderness made a new man of him. Wreaths of rising mist at dawn had occult powers to wash away the aftertaste of a sybarite's life. The great white face of the moon, peering through the pines at night, and remote mountain-peaks had a language of their own that Jean soon learned to interpret. And after a day's hard paddling, when the evening meal was over, he came to find that it was good just to sit and smoke by the campfire's embers and, forgetting everything of the past fifteen years, to go back with a leap to boyhood. For after the golden years of childhood at the old chateau, there had been three good years at a college he loved, before his father removed him to a military school, and told him he must learn to be a man. God was ignored in that school, and its training re sulted in a very different Jean from the one his dead mother had, pictured to herself at the chateau, yet one of whom the Comte de Valorsay and his brilliant friends quite approved. Quite unexpectedly, life in the West 'renewed in Jean a bond that would always connect him in some degree with his first teachers; he was a Chabanel de Valorsay, and there had been, among the first Jesuits in Canada, a Natal Chabanel of his race, who had gone out to the New World's untutored people because he loved souls more than his own life. And Jean, as a boy, had read of 'those early days, kindling to en thusiasm or choking with tears over the life of this man. He knew instinctively how Father Natal's frail body and fine sus-