Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1886-07-01

wealth he inherits has never held be-
fore him a temptation towards idle
ness. He comes OF a race of doctors.
and the inherited bent of his mind has
been happily fostered by the people
among whom the lad has grown up.
He is a grown man now; he looks for
ward with clear eyes on the broad
vista OF life that lies spread, sunlit,
before him.
When he sees Catharine Lascelles
come from over the meadow, and see
ing he knows her well, he whistles
q blithe welcome. He is hurrying
out from the surgery when he hears
voices All, there is Cathie coming IN
under the trellised roses, but Aunt
Mary is with heri s ~
And Chris draws back. Suddenly he
sees his own thought. He had wished
for Cathie alone! That means one
thing; and Chris is manly and true,
and from thai snoment he clasps his
lately awakened thought as a boy
knight might clasp his first sword. He
has a treasIre--a thing to hold in
purity and brave manliness before
the eyes OF the worldl-in common vii
lage parlance he shows himself as this
girls loverl Surely simple English
gentleman would do this.
The Doctor and Aunt Mary bid him
"God speed" but also bid him give
Cathie time. As they. see things, she is
not a girl to be won hastily, even bya
man she knows as well as Christopher
Landon-e
So days run oninthesweet simmer
time, and Cathie grows to forget the
cause of her fight, because, unwilling.
ly, her soul is becoming stepped in the
sweetest rest she can know; for, one
evening, Chris speaks some words. in
her ear-quiet, brave, manful words
they are-and she, flushing rosy and
red under them, is in an unelouded
paradise. She just lays her hand in
his. They are to walk along the val
leys and hills OF life. And he is salts
fed with the still answer.
1t is the very evening when, under
the same radiant sunset, Gerald and
Evelyn are thinking of her-Cathie.
The morning comes, There is a sea
of harmony floating about her-se.
renest, divinest content. All is. if one
may SO speak, like one grand burst oil
majestic monotone.
Have you never heard many voices
hundreds ofvoiees-singlng free from
the changing break OF chords2 And
has not such music held your soul as
by an almost godlike power?
But they are flying to terrifying
across meadows, and by the reedy
canals banks. Burdened with the dis
cords of jealousy, fired by the diff
Guilty of counter-wills; by different
roads they come, each bringing a surg
ing. angry tumult into the grand mon
otone of peacel
But Gerald and Evelyn meet. Com
ing hurriedly, they have to meet where
the garden paths JON in a rounding
drive.
The fight is over. No one runs
any more. Again we borrow from the
ways of old music; all the diseords, all
the fine sweet melodies, all the quaint
fancies are gathered together, and
march in simplest grandeur of finale.
The harmony is perfect; one would
shout cry OF victory on the sound OF
the first creative theme.
Christopher, coming out of the dim
ness of the doctors doorway, is draw
ing Whitehead girl along with him.
The girl is Cathie, and she, smiling up
at him, is saying something one does
not hear.
At the moment two figures meet be.
fore their eyes. Chris draws Cathie's
hand within his arm.
eve are going to the rector says
Chris. .Turn back with u.s.