creaking runners and jingling bells； and of a sleighing party returning from Silver Heights； their four…horse team smoking； their sleigh bells ringing out； carrying with them hoarse laughter and hoarser songs； for the frosty air works mischief with the vocal chords； and leaving behind them silence again。
All through Fort Rouge； lying among its snow…laden trees； across the frost…bound Assiniboine； all through the Hudson's Bay Reserve； there was no sign of life； for it was long past midnight。 Even Main Street； that most splendid of all Canadian thoroughfares； lay white and spotless and； for the most part； in silence。 Here and there men in furs or in frieze coats with collars turned up high； their eyes peering through frost…rimmed eyelashes and over frost rimmed coat collars； paced comfortably along if in furs； or walked hurriedly if only in frieze； whither their business or their pleasure led。
Near the northern limits of the city the signs of life were more in evidence。 At the Canadian Pacific Railway station an engine； hoary with frozen steam； puffed contentedly as if conscious of sufficient strength for the duty that lay before it； waiting to hook on to Number Two； nine hours late； and whirl it eastward in full contempt of frost and snow bank and blizzard。
Inside the station a railway porter or two drowsed on the benches。 Behind the wicket where the telegraph instruments kept up an incessant clicking； the agent and his assistant sat alert； coming forward now and then to answer； with the unwearying courtesy which is part of their equipment and of their training； the oft repeated question from impatient and sleepy travellers； 〃How is she now？〃 〃An hour；〃 〃half an hour；〃 finally 〃fifteen minutes；〃 then 〃any time now。〃 At which cheering report the uninitiated brightened up and passed out to listen for the rumble of the approaching train。 The more experienced； however； settled down for another half hour's sleep。
It was a wearisome business； and to none more wearisome than to Interpreter Elex Murchuk； part of whose duty it is to be in attendance on the arrival of all incoming trains in case that some pilgrim from Central and Southern Europe might be in need of direction。 For Murchuk； a little borderland Russian； boasts the gift of tongues to an extraordinary degree。 Russian； in which he was born； and French； and German； and Italian； of course； he knows； but Polish； Ruthenian； and all varieties of Ukranian speech are alike known to him。
〃I spik all European language good； jus' same Angleesh；〃 was his testimony in regard to himself。
As the whistle of the approaching train was heard； Sergeant Cameron strolled into the station house； carrying his six feet two and his two hundred pounds of bone and muscle with the light and easy movements of the winner of many a Caledonian Society medal。 Cameron； at one time a full private in the 78th Highlanders； is now Sergeant in the Winnipeg City Police； and not ashamed of his job。 Big； calm； good…tempered； devoted to his duty； keen for the honour of the force as he had been for the honour of his regiment in other days； Sergeant Cameron was known to all good citizens as an officer to be trusted and to all others as a man to be feared。
Just at present he was finishing up his round of inspection。 After the train had pulled in he would go on duty as patrolman； in the place of Officer Donnelly； who was down with pneumonia。 The Winnipeg Police Force was woefully inadequate in point of strength； there being no spare men for emergencies； and hence Sergeant Cameron found it necessary to do double duty that night； and he was prepared to do it without grumbling； too。 Long watches and weary marches were nothing new to him； and furthermore； to…night there was especial reason why he was not unwilling to take a walk through the north end。 Headquarters had been kept fully informed of the progress of a wedding feast of more than ordinary hilarity in the foreign colony。 This was the second night； and on second nights the general joyousness of the festivities was more than likely to become unduly exuberant。 Indeed； the reports of the early evening had been somewhat disquieting； and hence； Sergeant Cameron was rather pleased than not that Officer Donnelly's beat lay in the direction of the foreign colony。
At length Number Two rolled in； a double header； one engine alive and one dead； but both swathed in snow and frozen steam from cowcatcher to tender； the first puffing its proud triumph over the opposing elements； the second silent； cold and lifeless like a warrior borne from the field of battle。
Thc passengers； weary and full of the mild excitement of their long struggle with storm and drift across half a continent； emerged from their snow…clad but very comfortable coaches and were eagerly taken in charge by waiting friends and watchful hotel runners。
Sergeant Cameron waited till the crowd had gone； and then turning to Murchuk； he said； 〃You will be coming along with me； Murchuk。 I am going to look after some of your friends。〃
〃My frients？〃 enquired Murchuk。
〃Yes； over at the colony yonder。〃
〃My frients！〃 repeated Murchuk with some indignation。 〃Not motch！〃 Murchuk was proud of his official position as Dominion Government Interpreter。 〃But I will go wit' you。 It is my way。〃
Away from the noise of the puffing engines and the creaking car wheels； the ears of Sergeant Cameron and his friend were assailed by other and less cheerful sounds。
〃Will you listen to that now？〃 said the Sergeant to his polyglot companion。 〃What do you think of that for a civilised city？ The Indians are not in it with that bunch；〃 continued the Sergeant； who was diligently endeavouring to shed his Highland accent and to take on the colloquialisms of the country。
From a house a block and a half away； a confused clamour rose up into the still night air。
〃Oh； dat noting；〃 cheerfully said the little Russian； shrugging his shoulders； 〃dey mak like dat when dey having a good time。〃
〃They do； eh？ And how do you think their neighbours will be liking that sort of thing？〃
The Sergeant stood still to analyse this confused clamour。 Above the thumping and the singing of the dancers could be heard the sound of breaking boards； mingled with yells and curses。
〃Murchuk； there is fighting going on。〃
〃Suppose；〃 agreed the Interpreter； 〃when Galician man get married； he want much joy。 He get much beer； much fight。〃
〃I will just be taking a walk round there；〃 said the Sergeant。 〃These people have got to learn to get married with less fuss about it。 I am not going to stand this much longer。 What do they want to fight for anyway？〃
〃Oh；〃 replied Murchuk lightly； 〃Polak not like Slovak； Slovak not like Galician。 Dey drink plenty beer； tink of someting in Old Country； get mad； make noise； fight some。〃
〃Come along with me；〃 replied the Sergeant； and he squared his big shoulders and set off down the street with the quick； light stride that suggested the springing step of his Highland ancestors on the heather hills of Scotland。
Just as they arrived at the house of feasting； a cry； wild； weird and horrible； pierced through the uproar。 The Interpreter stopped as if struck with a bullet。
〃My God！〃 he cried in an undertone； clutching the Sergeant by the arm； 〃My God！ Dat terrible！〃
〃What is it？ What is the matter with you； Murchuk？〃
〃You know not dat cry？ No？〃 He was all trembling。 〃Dat cry I hear long ago in Russland。 Russian man mak dat cry when he kill。 Dat Nihilist cry。〃
〃Go back and get Dr。 Wright。 He will be needed； sure。 You know where he lives； second corner down on Main Street。 Get a move on！ Quick！〃
Meantime； while respectable Winnipeg lay snugly asleep under snow… covered roofs and smoking chimneys； while belated revellers and travellers were making their way through white； silent streets and under avenues of snow…laden trees to homes where reigned love and peace and virtue； in the north end and in the foreign colony the festivities in connection with Anka's wedding were drawing to a close in sordid drunken dance and song and in sanguinary fighting。
In the main room dance and song reeled on in uproarious hilarity。 In the basement below； foul and fetid； men stood packed close； drinking while they could。 It was for the foreigner an hour of rare opportunity。 The beer kegs stood open and there were plenty of tin mugs about。 In the dim light of a smoky lantern； the swaying crowd； here singing in maudlin chorus； there fighting savagely to pay off old scores or to avenge new insults； presented a nauseating spectacle。
In the farthest corner of the room； unmoved by all this din； about a table consisting of a plank laid across two beer kegs； one empty； the other for the convenience of the players half full； sat four men deep in a game of cards。 Rosenblatt with a big Dalmatian sailor as partner； against a little Polak and a dark…bearded man。 This man was apparently very drunk； as was evident by his reckless playing and his jibing； jeering manner。 He was losing money； but with perfect good cheer。 Not so his partner； the Polak。 Every loss made him more savage and quarrelsome。 With great difficulty Rosenblatt was able to keep the game going and preserve peace。 The singing； swaying； yelling； cursing crowd beside them also gave him concern； and over and again he would shout； 〃Keep quiet； you fools。 The police will be on us； and that will be the end of your beer； for they will put you in prison！〃
〃Yes；〃 jeered the black…bearded man； who seemed to be set on making a row； 〃all fools； Russian fools； Polak fools； Galician fools； Slovak fools； all fools together。〃
Angry voices replied from all sides； and the noise rose higher。
〃Keep quiet！〃 cried Rosenblatt； rising to his feet； 〃the police will surely be here！〃
〃That is true；〃 cried the black…bearded man； 〃keep them quiet or the police will herd them in like sheep； like little sheep； baa； baa； baa； baa！〃
〃The police！〃 shouted a voice in reply； 〃who cares for the police？〃
A yell of derisive assent rose in response。
〃Be quiet！〃 besought Rosenblatt again。 He was at his wits' end。 the police might at any time appear and that would end what was for him a very profitable game； and besides might involve h