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stuff that became her well。 She was looking beautiful as ever； but
there was something quite new in her manner。 Her air of good…
fellowship was gone； and she was the high…bred lady； whose gentle
dignity and sweet grace； while very winning； made familiarity
impossible。
The manager was doing his best； and appeared to be well pleased
with himself。 'She'll get him if any one can。 I failed；' said
Craig。
I stood looking at the men； and a fine lot of fellows they were。
Free； easy； bold in their bearing； they gave no sign of rudeness；
and； from their frequent glances toward Mrs。 Mavor； I could see
they were always conscious of her presence。 No men are so truly
gentle as are the Westerners in the presence of a good woman。 They
were evidently of all classes and ranks originally； but now； and in
this country of real measurements； they ranked simply according to
the 'man' in them。 'See that handsome； young chap of dissipated
appearance？' said Craig； 'that's Vernon Winton； an Oxford graduate；
blue blood； awfully plucky； but quite gone。 When he gets
repentant； instead of shooting himself； he comes to Mrs。 Mavor。
Fact。'
'From Oxford University to Black Rock mining camp is something of a
step；' I replied。
'That queer…looking little chap in the corner is Billy Breen。 How
in the world has he got here？' went on Mr。 Craig。 Queer…looking he
was。 A little man； with a small head set on heavy square
shoulders； long arms； and huge hands that sprawled all over his
body； altogether a most ungainly specimen of humanity。
By this time Mrs。 Mavor had finished with the manager； and was in
the centre of a group of miners。 Her grand air was all gone； and
she was their comrade； their friend； one of themselves。 Nor did
she assume the role of entertainer； but rather did she； with half…
shy air； cast herself upon their chivalry； and they were too truly
gentlemen to fail her。 It is hard to make Western men； and
especially old…timers； talk。 But this gift was hers； and it
stirred my admiration to see her draw on a grizzled veteran to tell
how； twenty years ago； he had crossed the Great Divide； and had
seen and done what no longer fell to men to see or do in these new
days。 And so she won the old…timer。 But it was beautiful to see
the innocent guile with which she caught Billy Breen； and drew him
to her corner near the organ。 What she was saying I knew not； but
poor Billy was protesting； waving his big hands。
The meeting came to order； with Shaw in the chair； and the handsome
young Oxford man secretary。 Shaw stated the object of the meeting
in a few halting words； but when he came to speak of the pleasure
he and all felt in being together in that room； his words flowed in
a stream； warm and full。 Then there was a pause； and Mr。 Craig was
called。 But he knew better than to speak at that point。 Finally
Nixon rose hesitatingly； but； as he caught a bright smile from Mrs。
Mavor； he straightened himself as if for a fight。
'I ain't no good at makin' speeches；' he began； 'but it ain't
speeches we want。 We've got somethin' to do； and what we want to
know is how to do it。 And to be right plain； we want to know how
to drive this cursed whisky out of Black Rock。 You all know what
it's doing for usat least for some of us。 And it's time to stop
it now； or for some of us it'll mighty soon be too late。 And the
only way to stop its work is to quit drinkin' it and help others to
quit。 I hear some talk of a League； and what I say is； if it's a
League out and out against whisky； a Total Abstinence right to the
ground； then I'm with itthat's my talkI move we make that kind
of League。'
Nixon sat down amid cheers and a chorus of remarks； 'Good man！'
'That's the talk！' 'Stay with it！' but he waited for the smile and
the glance that came to him from the beautiful face in the corner；
and with that he seemed content。
Again there was silence。 Then the secretary rose with a slight
flush upon his handsome； delicate face； and seconded the motion。
If they would pardon a personal reference he would give them his
reasons。 He had come to this country to make his fortune； now he
was anxious to make enough to enable him to go home with some
degree of honour。 His home held everything that was dear to him。
Between him and that home； between him and all that was good and
beautiful and honourable； stood whisky。 'I am ashamed to confess；'
and the flush deepened on his cheek； and his lips grew thinner；
'that I feel the need of some such league。' His handsome face； his
perfect style of address； learned possibly in the 'Union；' but；
more than all； his show of nervefor these men knew how to value
thatmade a strong impression on his audience； but there were no
following cheers。
Mr。 Craig appeared hopeful； but on Mrs。 Mavor's face there was a
look of wistful； tender pity； for she knew how much the words had
cost the lad。
Then up rose a sturdy； hard…featured man； with a burr in his voice
that proclaimed his birth。 His name was George Crawford； I
afterwards learned； but every one called him Geordie。 He was a
character in his way； fond of his glass； but though he was never
known to refuse a drink； he was never known to be drunk。 He took
his drink； for the most part； with bread and cheese in his own
shack； or with a friend or two in a sober； respectable way； but
never could be induced to join the wild carousals in Slavin's
saloon。 He made the highest wages； but was far too true a Scot to
spend his money recklessly。 Every one waited eagerly to hear
Geordie's mind。 He spoke solemnly； as befitted a Scotsman
expressing a deliberate opinion； and carefully； as if choosing his
best English； for when Geordie became excited no one in Black Rock
could understand him。
'Maister Chairman；' said Geordie； 'I'm aye for temperance in a'
things。' There was a shout of laughter； at which Geordie gazed
round in pained surprise。 'I'll no' deny；' he went on in an
explanatory tone； 'that I tak ma mornin'； an' maybe a nip at noon；
an' a wee drap aifter wark in the evenin'； an' whiles a sip o'
toddy wi' a freen thae cauld nichts。 But I'm no' a guzzler； an' I
dinna gang in wi' thae loons flingin' aboot guid money。'
'And that's thrue for you； me bye；' interrupted a rich Irish
brogue； to the delight of the crowd and the amazement of Geordie；
who went calmly on
'An' I canna bide yon saloon whaur they sell sic awfu'…like stuff
it's mair like lye nor guid whisky；and whaur ye're never sure o'
yer richt change。 It's an awfu'…like place； man！'and Geordie
began to warm up'ye can juist smell the sulphur when ye gang in。
But I dinna care aboot thae Temperance Soceeities； wi' their
pledges an' havers； an' I canna see what hairm can come till a man
by takin' a bottle o' guid Glenlivet hame wi' him。 I canna bide
thae teetotal buddies。'
Geordie's speech was followed by loud applause； partly appreciative
of Geordie himself； but largely sympathetic with his position。
Two or three men followed in the same strain advocating a league
for mutual improvement and social purposes； but without the
teetotal pledge； they were against the saloon； but didn't see why
they should not take a drink now and then。
Finally the manager rose to support his 'friend； Mistahah
Cwafoad；' ridiculing the idea of a total abstinence pledge as
fanatical and indeed 'absuad。' He was opposed to the saloon； and
would like to see a club formed； with a comfortable club…room；
books； magazines； pictures； games； anything； 'dontcheknow； to make
the time pass pleasantly'； but it was 'absuad to ask men to abstain
fwom a pwopah use ofawnouwishing dwinks；' because some men made
beasts of themselves。 He concluded by offering 50。00 towards the
support of such a club。
The current of feeling was setting strongly against the total
abstinence idea； and Craig's face was hard and his eyes gleamed
like coals。 Then he did a bit of generalship。 He proposed that
since they had the two plans clearly before them they should take a
few minutes' intermission in which to make up their minds； and he
was sure they would be glad to have Mrs。 Mavor sing。 In the
interval the men talked in groups； eagerly； even fiercely