The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1900-11-09

| Somehow or Otucr tn1t man re-
minded her OF Jim. with his strength
and vigor. and then she tried to faacy
that she was the girl. and that She
| came down the path to meet him. ard
she wondered II all the blaze AID
/ sparkle OF a title would be worth the
| glory In Jlm's eyes!
All day long there linscred in
| Honore Marchmonts memory tho
| picture at the gate. The little path OF
/ trodden earth that led from the door
way through the dew-wet. swayins
hollyhocks to the gate beyond. and at
the gate. the woman In the blue print
| gown and the eager. happy eyes OF the
man who waited for her. At nightfal
she could endure Il no longer. The
Count was leaving on the late train;
he was lmpatient-it must be now or
never. he told Mrs. Marchmont, so with
the recrlminations. pleading and on
| treaties Of her mother In her ears and
letter In her bosom from the man sha
loved. Honore spurrod her horse on
toward the hills.
II was Just dusk when the horse
stumbled along the dusty lane. now
through the somb,r wood. There were
only the sounds OF the night to be
heard. The low cry OF late bird. tho
mufled lowing OF distant cattle. tho
strumming bass OF bullfrog by the
stream and the lighter melody OF
locusts trlll. a cotey OF birds. fright
ened by the passer, flew with whirr
Of brown wings into a hedge by the
roadside, a Tutoring bat went bllndly
By and the dark range OF forest treca
stood sllhouetted against tho flushed
western sky.
She came again to tho little house
she had passed In the morning and
the girl was waiting at the gate.
Honore refined her horse and spoke
quickly: IL saw You here this morn
ing-I hoped you would be here when
| came tonight, wanted to speak with
YOU" She hesl,atcd. was that man
at the glta-thiB morning-was ho
your lover?"
The girl peered up into the face
above her and answered yes"
Was he-do you love him-aro you
happy?"
The girl at the gate came closer and
laid her hand on the bride rein. II
know what you want-I knew this
morning. wanted you TO come back.
You are Miss Marchmont at the hotel
over there" she nodded her head to
ward the lower range OF hills. II
saw you that day when you rode past
with the two OF them-that little. black
Count and the man that looks like my
Jim"
'Jimi" uttered Miss Marchmont
broathlessly. rs his name Jim, too7'
Yes. Jim-Jlm Watson" the girl
went on, peering up into the face that
bent down over her.
i've watched you. oh. so often.
was sorry when he went away and the
other one stald. Just knew you
couldn't love him. but | was afraid for
you. Lot mo toll you about nayaalf and
then you'll know. yodll understand.
I've lived here all my life." she went
on In a quiet, passlonloss voice. -
was born In that little room there.
where we cook and eat and sleep, and
when l was a little thing no higher
than your knee. Jim and me played TO-
gether. and he carried me over tho
stony places In the mountains aud
brought me the first arbutus and the
finest trout and quail and all the sim
pie Sits OF these woods OF ours. When
| was seventeen went to work at tho
hotel. and l saw the other girls over
there. who. like YOU had come to spend
the summer. and | envled their dresses,
swlshlng with silk and their white
hands heayied with rings. and when
would come home after my work was
over. ! hated this poor little path ana
l loathed the one crowded room and
spurned the flowers with my feet and
Jim poor JIM broke his heart
Il used TO sing, and one day at my
work. a lady heard me. She called mo
to her; she made me sing again and
again, she showered mo with praises
and hattery-and believed her. / went
away. | worked and studied and sang
and tho world was good to me. Maybe
II was one year-maybe two-but one
morning | awoke and my mouth
yearned Tor the taste or new milk, and
my eyes ached for the mountains ana
tho streams and the hollyhocks and
my heart hungered for love: love, for
which all the wealth and fame and
power in the world will not com
pensate; enough; | came homeland
here | am-and here Is finland here
alone Is happiness"
She ceased speaking. and the girl
on the horse bent down and kissed the
straight white part where tho brown
hair rippled away pm either side the
woman's head.
Goodnight" she said softly. God
bless you and yours.
Goodnight" called out the other, In
the fast gathering gloom. Good
night. and God bless you and jim"
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