Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 Excerpt: ...a strange coil life is!" she answered. "In what way?" "Well, the last person I spoke to, before I left North Star to come to England, was Roger Bracknell!" "Roger Bracknell!" echoed her hostess in surprise. "Yes, he is in the Mounted Police, and, in the way of duty, he came to North Star, three days or so before I left." "That is an odd coincidence," was the comment. "What did you think of him, my dear?" Joy answered with reserve. "He seemed to be very nice--a gentleman, you know." Her hostess smiled. "Yes, Roger is that--the right sort, as my husband would say. He, at any rate, will never disgrace the Bracknell clan, for he is at the opposite pole from his cousin Dick. What did he look like?" "Like a mounter!" answered Joy quickly. "A mounter! Don't talk slang, Joy. Interpret, please." "Well," answered Joy smilingly, "a mounter is a member of the Royal North West Mounted Police, who are as fine a body of men as you may find from one end of the Empire to the other." "And therefore Roger Bracknell is a fine man, hey?" "He struck me as being so!" answered Joy composedly. Her friend glanced at her with shrewd eyes. "Hum!" she said. "You are very discreet, my dear Joy. Now you know that the truth is that Roger Bracknell is a man who takes the eye, a handsome man in fact, and why you should be reluctant to own up--" "Own up! What do you mean?" interrupted Joy, her face growing suddenly scarlet. "Nothing," laughed her friend, "except that Roger Bracknell is a man to whom few women could be as indifferent as you pretend to be. But I must cut this conversation short. There's Adr...
