Summary
In a snow-muffled lumber camp that might as well be the edge of the world, John Dearing’s disgrace flickers like a kerosene lamp about to gutter out; his sins are cards marked with ash, his penance a sled loaded with contraband whiskey. Across frozen rivers and Anglican guilt he drags daughter Heléne—part Persephone, part Penelope—while the aurora borealis writes cursive warnings across the sky. Enter Ralph Connell, Mountie in scarage-serge, whose heart beats in Morse code for the very smuggler’s daughter he must shackle. The three of them—father, daughter, pursuer—form a roving triptych of penitence, desire, and duty, framed by jack-pines that creak like confessionals. A prison break, a bullet to the lung, a mock-marriage in Latin whose syllables hang like ice crystals in the chapel air: these are the stations of a passion play staged on permafrost. When Pierre, the lumbering proxy-groom, is clapped in irons, the marriage collapses into lexical smoke; the curate’s slippery pronouns leave Ralph spiritually wed to the woman he must abandon for a classified dispatch. Years later, in a Mayfair drawing room perfumed by Sobranie smoke and snobbery, Heléne—now heiress to a fortune as brittle as champagne flutes—unwraps this arctic fable to blasé aristocrats who wager on denouement before the ember of a cigarette expires. The door opens; Lord Traverse steps in, beard silvered by frost and secrets, and the love story that once froze solid in the Canadian wild finally thaws into one whispered imperative: leave the party, leave the past, leave every fork-tongued storyteller wondering whether time itself can be outrun by desire.
Synopsis
While waiting for the detained Lord Traverse, the guest of honor at an English society party, the guests play a game wherein each must tell a complete story before a cigarette burns out. Heléne Dearing relates that her proud father John left England after being exposed as a card cheat and became a whiskey runner near a Canadian lumber camp. John and his partner Pierre escape jail, and with Heléne, are pursued by Ralph Connell, a young Canadian Mounted Policeman, whom Heléne loves. John, wounded before they can reach the border, gives Pierre permission to marry Heléne, but a sympathetic curate reads the ceremony in Latin and has Ralph, as the witness, take the groom's marriage vows. After Pierre is captured and Heléne learns the truth about the marriage, Ralph leaves on a secret government mission. Heléne, who has since inherited a fortune, confides to the guests that she never saw Ralph again. After Lord Traverse arrives and turns out to be Ralph, he and Heléne leave the party to begin their belated honeymoon.
Review Excerpt
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Cigarette paper curls, embered at the tip, becomes Dawley’s metronome: each participant must exhale a narrative before the ash collapses. Within that fragile duration Helene of the North stitches a tapestry of exile, erotic substitution, and the vertigo of identity—subjects that vibrate against the monochrome silence of 1915 cinema like violin strings stroked by frozen bow-hair.
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