Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1896-06-25

high time you come. D'yuh git
any licorish root | bet ynh fooled
the whole mornin' away an never
onct thought o. licorish root!
Il did forget. SAID the girl. slow
". The glow went ont Of her face.
She took the orchid from Glider
and went into her room. He heard
the door close between them.
| | never see her beat grnmbled
Mira. Sumas Brown. Always a.
gittin' her feelin hurt over
nothin'.'
Then Glider fell to thinking seri-
ously Of the girl and Of her life.
she 10 like the orchid, no
khouehf, that has sprung Mp ID
the deep, dark forest aud vsstes iss
delicate beauty and fragrance.
Two weeks later Glider was leav-
ing the dining-room one morning
when Sidonie came in like q whirl-
wind. She was breathing swiftly
with excitement.
ooh, comet she exclaimed.
There's just time! They're CON-
ing They re- bringing mp old Gin
ger =
She was gone like a fash. Gill
der followed her. He had not the
faintest surmise as to Whist or who
old Ginger vast was sufficient
for him to know that the girl bade
him come.
She sped before him down the
skid-road until she reached curve
at the top Of long hill. There
she poised ON skid, in % culver of
excitement, and looked back, sig
mailing him to hasten.
He reached her side breathless
with his run.
what is it p
'lt's old Ginger I she painted.
'l've been so afraid I should not be
here when they brought him 2 Oh,
look y Isn't it grand? Isn't it
worth coming miles to see p
Glider looked. Twelve splendid
bulls were straining mp the sloping
incline, dragging behind them an
immense tree--larger than anything
he had ever imagined in the tree
line, Several men--hook -tenders,
bull-punchers, skid-greasers-ran
behind it. greasing the skids, goad-
ing the bulls, pushing here and
pulling there with cant. hooks.
There was much shouting, much
creak:ng Of chains, much straining
OF noble animals and swelling of
hot nostrils. The muscles stood
out on their backs and sides like
ropes their eyes rolled, their feet
slipped and chung and stumbled to
new foothold. The blood spurted
under sharp, and often cruel pricks
from the steel goads. The huge
cedar bulk slid, grooming and creak-
ing up the skids. The greaser ran
ahead Of the bulls, STOPPING con-
stantly to drop splashes of grease
on the skids from long wooden pad
dies.
They're a-comin'!' he yelled to
Sidonie. Better git ont ov the
way! Look-ee out there. That
end'll fly around an hit yuh. Hey
miss! Look-ee out there =
But Sidon:e pressed recklessly
near until Glider, in whose veins
some of the girls enthusiasm was
commencing TO burn, took firm
hold Of her arm and drew her aside.
She was trembling ~ithexcItement.
sOh, see old Blue = she cried. HE
is the off-wheeler Isn't he noble .
And she waved her kercheif proud
ly as the painting brute struggled
BY.
With g final, triumphant effort
and plunge the tree was borne to
its destination and lay m0tiOnless
on the skids.
The trembling went suddenly
out of the girl. rhe fire died out
Of her face. what d pity. she
said, looking down gravely at the
fallen cedar. ooh, what q pity
And we have been enjoying it /! Let
us 60 back
AS they walked along she looked
back regretfully. 'Poor old Gin
ger! He was the king Of tss'for-
est oil these years. Two men lost
their lives bringing him down from
the skies
sAh = said Glider, with uncon-
scious condescension. 'One doesn't
think of q place like this having
its tragedies.'
gnh 1nonu,t aua Haahe1 mt