Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-10-22

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was not aware that this feeling was an
outgrowth of that clannishness which
always exists among mountain folk.
Il am proud of your success" she said
to him one day. as they sat together in
one of the spacious Roosevelt parlors.
81 do hope all your great plans will
prove practicable.
His dark face flushed a little as he
answered:
1T is so kind Of you, Miss Chenier, to
wish that HIcan always count on such
feeling from you shall succeed in
spite Of all opposition"
| She smiled, and not catching the COW
ert or repressed sentiment of his last SEN
tence, said
"You can do that. The business you
are now in has the approval of every
body, and"-
"Oh, well, the other business was in
famous, but didn't realize it till it was
all over" he quickly interrupted. you
know the war had demoralized US up
there in the mountains"
1--WE were shut out from knowledge
of what was doing in the world" she
said. "a did not dream of what strong
current human life can be till went up
into the north"
1.-THE current might be just as strong
here in the south if we would make it so.
What's the use of all this retrospection
and brooding and despair Our soil is
just as good as ever it was; we have our
health, our daylight, our nighttime
Is it the right sort of people we lackP"
The rich power of his voice thrilled
her as he spoke. and he lifted his head
proudly, as if conscious of his strength.
In very tender tone he added:
"Miss Chenier, am not going to be a
drone and a grumbler. Do you recollect
the time met you up in the dark little
dell by the spring above the millg"
"Yes," she simply said.
He reflected a moment. His face was
that of one who ponders dear and
doubtful proposition. Something like a
pale heat gathered under the skin of his
dark cheeks. He made a slow, sound
less, hesitating movement with his lips,
as if about to utter some precious and
weighty sentence; but he turned and
looked through the window and did not
speak.
"You were in an evil mood that day."
she presently added.
Eyes, but had provocation, he quick
ly replied. "Those Yankees were track
ing me as hunter tracks wild beast
(Since the war all northerners are called
Yankees in the south.)
"Well, they did not hurt you, at least, I"
she said, smiling archly
mo, we are quits-they and /; our
scores are even" He smiled also, and
picking up her banjo, which CHANGED to
be near him. began idly drumming on
its strings After a moment he passed
it to her
"Play for me-" he said lit will recall
the pastoral sweetness of the pocket 1t
will drive away those unwelcome recol-
lections. Sing the little French song
your father used to love-"
ABOUT flying awayP'
"Yes."
She Immediately struck the prelimi-
nary notes, and then throwing back her
head, as bird does, began singing.
She gave infinite sweetness to the ex-
preston, and there was a charming dis
cord between the light, lingering ca
dence of the French measure and the
sudden blunt notes of the banjo. Her
attitude was careless and graceful, the
merest trace of infantile abandon in it,
suiting perfectly the spirit of the song
Ellis stole a glance at her face, soft,
dreamy light gathering in his eyes. Her
voice was like call to him from high
er and purer atmosphere, and he felt as
, If she had really wandered away, in her
white robe Of innocence, far beyond his
reach.
"You have changed a great deal" he
, suddenly said, interrupting.
"Oh, have r." she exclaimed, with q
little flicker of self consciousness in he1
, face. "Do not sing so well as used
tot"
"You sing better did not mean that.
= had reference to your-your looks
"It's my clothes" she said, casting a
, quick, satisfied glance over her simple,
but beautiful apparel
mot altogether at ALL" he re.
, sponded you have learned a great
deal, and you have grown more-mor'
beautiful"
: Have II" she exclaimed, her eyes re
covering their old sincerity and he
] voice its childish freedom 81 hav
always wished to be beautiful"
You are very very beautiful" h
said in way which seemed to suppress
a world of emotion 1t was as if h
were saying it from a great distance an
did not expect her to hear it.
Whittier their talk might at last hav
led them, one may say no more tina
= surmise Just then Mr. Roosevelt en-
tered the hall with some one, and
voice that startled Rosalie reached th
parlor
You shall make my house your home
while you are in Savannah, sir" sh
heard Mr. Roosevelt say in his hearty
hospitabe way When did you sa
, Mr.. Largely will arrive2"
, within three days at farthest. H
had to go by way of Boston and Ne7
i. York, replied Edgar Julian.
= 1t is MIR. Julian" she exclaimed in
. sort of breathless half whisper
Ellis wondered at her agitation. He
, cheeks had almost lost their color, an
: she was trembling. She had let the banj
fall upon the carpet at her feet, and rs
in an expectant attitude, her lips slight
= parted and her eyes turned upon th