Since the day Josephine was born he has been her watch-dog.

He came in the heart of a great storm, years and years ago, nearly dead from cold and hunger.

He never went away, and he has talked but little about himself.

See--" Adare went to a shelf and returned with a bundle of manuscript.
"Jean gave me the idea for this," he went on.
There are two hundred and eighty pages here.

I call it 'The Aristocracy of the North.' It is true--and it is wonderful! "You have seen a spring or New Year's gathering of the forest people at a Company's post--the crowd of Indians, half-breeds, and whites who follow the trap-lines?
And would you guess that in that average foregathering of the wilderness people there is better blood than you could find in a crowded ballroom of New York's millionaires?
It is true.