St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-11-27
OUT west;
Or, Love Finds a Way.


So Musidora left the city for the West,
where she hoped to find employment
for her busy hands on Uncle Absalom's
cattle ranch. There was nothing for
her to do in the big city, yet she
thought not without pang of a face
she al seen for the last time at her
Cousin Eleanor's ball, and the scent of
the gardenia in Cecil Grieve's button
hale was with her still, and the strains
of "My Queen danced through her
brain sped on.
Would she ever see his smiling face
again? she unused. Not likely, in the
isolated farm in the midst of the bound
less plain, and she sighed invOluntarily.
Yet when she arrived at her future
home her uncle'S welcome was SO cordial
that she half forgot the wonderful city
she had left behind. Only the face she
loved would not be bl0tted out.
So MusidOra went cheerfully to work,
and in years time the old log cabin
had been transferred into bright little
home all aglOw with the tokens of
woman's presence. To he sure it was
lonesome there, and she was little
afraid of the red-browed Indians, who
came now and then i'll stealthy bands
from the reservation. But the country
was 50 grand and the forests so sub
lime that she grew to love the very soil
tude.
Uncle Absalom," she said. solemnly,
II like the far West. l mean to stay
here always with YOU"
THAT would suit me egZackly," said
Uncle Absaiom. who was smoking his
briarwood pipe Oh the front doorstep.
- infr -AfV
come along and snap you up"
MuSidOra laughed.
''There are no fellows here, Uncle
AbsalOm." said she, 'unleSs you count
Red Feather Jack, at the Reservation,
or Simple Peter, that goes around from
door to door playing the bagpipes."
Uncle AbSalom said nothing. He only
laughed and smoked OH.
The next day came news from up
.Musidora," said Uncle Absalom,
twas you ever in hospital"'
Mo- the girl answered. looking at
him with wondering eyes. "Why do
you aSk?"
because" he answered, "you're
wanted to go on hospital duty. Those
devils of redskins have broke out again.
Nobody can. trust 'em further than
can see 'em. They've waylaid party
going to the mountains, robbed their
mules and left 'em for dead. MuSidora,
you've got pretty good pluck. Will
YOU 90 with me to Lovely Falls to see
what can be done for the poor fel-
lOwS?'
Musidora shuddered little. her face
grew, perhaps, shade paler than Its
natural hue. but she answered. val
iantly:
Yes. will go.'
Lovely Falls had been well named.
The wild, frantic leap of a sheet of
water over solitary precipice. with
stunted pines leaning over the spray
and eagles screaming Overhead-thiS
was the scene. And on a blOOd-Stained
blanket on the trampled grass lay two
wounded men-one dead, the other I'M
conscious.
Musidora stood for an instant looking
at the stark forms. Brave woman
though she was. she had never seen
death in this fearful aspect before. 1t
chilled her blood, it drew a white mist
before her eyes.
For moment only, however. Then
she knelt bravely down, unpacked her
little roll of lint and linen, and asked
Uncle AbsaIom to give her the jug of
warm water from the mules back.
There may be some chance for this
one," she said. 1.-The other is past our
care. Tell them to dig grave for him
near where they have staked out the
land for the little chapel"
For days the wounded man lay uDcon-
scious of all that was transpiring around
him in Uncle AbSalOm's cabin. And
one morning. in the yellow glow of
early autumn, he seemed once more to
emerge out of the troubled ObScurity Of
Ira hn
"Where am I?'' he said, What has
become of that copper-colOred fend's
knife? And the girl danced with--the
girl in blue, with tn little blue glove
where is she?"
'Eh?" said Uncle AbsalOm, with
drawing the everlasting pipe from his
mouth and staring as if every one of his
faculties were concentrated in the one
sense of sight.
That's quite right, Uucle hbsalom."
said MusidOra, who had come into the
room with a basket of wild flowers
which she had been gathering to pre-
serxe. 81 am the girl! l did dance with
him in blue dress Once-in New York.
But | never expected thus to meet him
again."
Then 1t was rot dream" said
Cecil Grieve. putting out his transpa-
rent, skeleton-like hand, "and you were
my guardian angel, after ALI"
Scarcely a month had elapsed since
that bright autumn morning when Mu-
sidora Magnus wIOte long and conf
Dental letter to her cousin Eleanor, in
New York.
ITO think" she said, "that 1, who
am, of all persons, the most prOsaic and
homespun, should have been living a
real romance all these weekSi To think
that he has loved me all this time! To
think that the doctor said it was my
nursing that saved his life! Oh, Nelly!
Nelly! that one Cinderella night was
the turning point of my destiny. And
you are to come out to Dakota for the
wedding, and then we will all go back
East again, for Cecil declares that after
this warning. he will never live in a
place where there are Indian reserva-
tons. And Uncle AbSalOm says he
does not know what he shall do when /
am gone. But of one thing, Nelly.
want you to be very. very sure. am
the happiest girl Ia the world. Yes, the
very happiest."
Thus ended Musidora's life in the far
West, and thus began her new exist
ence.
And Uncle Absalom's sole comment
was:
81 said so all along"