The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1883-12-14
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The morrow came, and to-morrow's
morrow; but John VanGor did not come
with them. One day Agnes went to her
fathers study. In her eyes were I'M
wonted tears. She told him every
thing. He waited until she stopped cry.
ing; then he said-and, though the
words were the words of Richard the
bear, the tones of his voice had in them
all the tenderness of the father" II
will serve You right if you two never
meet again; but you will"
The whistle of the midnight locomo.
tive startled the echoes asleep in the
MADEIRA freight-house; in the freight
house, because there was nothing else
in MADEIRA big enough to barber an
echo. First-class passengers sleep
aboard trains on the first stage of the
Yosemite trip. Richard Earle had been
asleep in his section three hours. What
to him was the yellow moonlight that
shone on an ocean of yellow grainp But
for Richard Earle's travelling conlpan.
ion there was no sleep while that moon.
light lasted. 1t was to Agnes a new
glamour: and of glamour she had but
little in the two years then past. She
was a proud girl, and Drawer than most
but the prolonged and unexplained ab-
sence of her lover had been no passing
grief. If the world did not suspect-.i
even her father did not fully know-the
brown eyes of John Vandor would have
WINGED for his unforgiveness could he
have looked into hers for a glance's
span. iii she was not; sad she was not
But in her eyes a weary look that the
world never noticed, and beneath hei
vigorous health was a nervous, craving
unrest that even her father never saw.
When the train drew up to the sta.
ton Agnes still sat in her open section,
peering with longing eyes into wonder.
land. Half an hour after the train haG
settled itself for the night, tall girl il
brown linen and Cruikshank sunshade
was walking alone down the track
toward MERGED, with her feet in the
fairy light (and the cinGer dust of the
uneven road-bed), following the waning
moon.
81 wonder if it would be imprudent
as well as improper to go to sleep in
the wheat. Ruth-like and romanticp'
She spoke aloud, but nothing in the
profound stiffness answered her. The
moon had touched the far horizon, sill.
vering the crest of the west side hills.
Despite herself, the girl was trifie
tired and very sleepy.
''Are these peoples in the wheat"'
she asked herself, smiling. what il
l go to sleep for just five minutes, who
shall say me mayor careP" 20
1t was long five minutes. The first
meadow-lark stayed his shrill mathis
lest he should waken her; and tall
young man on piebald mare checked
his gallop with startled abruptness to
see woman's figure in linen dress,
asleep-or deadly the supervisors
highway.
The piebald mare stood still, nibbling
the milky wheat. The young man APP
preached the recumbent folds of linen,
half hidden under the Cruikshank hat.
Quite as matter of course he knelt be-
side her, and gently pushed back the
broad brim of the big hat. The first
ray of the rosy morning fell upon the
sleeping face. The eyes of the young
man opened their widest in recognition.
Then the eyes of the young woman
opened also, only to close again as she
murmured something he could not
catch. He bent more near. Surely, il
was in a dream she spoke:
"And you have come back to me at
last-to hear me say am sorry"
You ask: Where was her woman's
pride, that she gave back her freedom
~ Al
tlemen and misses, is something no one
may answer for any one else.
Perhaps Richard the bear was not 90
phenomenally cool as he looked when
he said to truant and captor an hour
later: s'Where the deuce have you two
been, any how?'-OUerland Monthly.