Iron County register., 1900-03-08

ner duties anu dfterward when she lay
in her bed she found herself happy with
the elate and Triumphant happiness of
which she had q ned. George Cax-
ton, her prom i lover, seemed a part
Of the work-a-uay world. Her thought
turned away from him in spite of her
efforts to be loyal.
She felt sure she would meet the
stranger again in the woods, and she
did, many times. He was a writer by
vocation. He even confessed to being
a poet. He was not well. he said. The
city had worn on him. So he came
home for long rest there among the
pines. His name was Cecil Under
wood.
Barbara found it impossible to re-
sist the charm of his personality. He
seemed to make the whole world over
for her. In vain she struggled to re-
member the truth and patience and
strength of her betrothed. He was too
well known to her to be seen through
a glamour. With austere serenity he
insisted upon an early marriage day.
He refused, apparently, to feel any
jealousy at the constant companion
ship of his sweetheart and Cecil Tn
derwood. And Barbara was angry at
him for this. too.
He has no sensibility," she said to
herself.
One wild day when the wind cried
through the tree tops and the waters
lashed along as if in stress of pain,
Cecil Underwood came to her in an i'm
perative mood.
You must come walking with me-"
he said. The day expresses me. l
have to speak of the torment of my
heart and L will keep still no longer
even at your bidding"
Barbara went out with him. They
walked under the pines whose roar
filed the world with their lamentings.
They were silent, conscious of the
storm within their souls, says the Chi
cago Tribune.
Let us take boat" said Barbara,
when they reached the river.
NO. no." he protested, but she
seemed not to hear him and united her
sIiff and leaped into it.
Come" she said. He hesitated. but
followed. As the little boat felt the
seemed to tighten. and she let the cur
rent carry her along unconscious of
the passage of time. Suddenly Cecil
cried out:
The rapids. barbara! The rapids!
See where you have taken u.s." She
glanced behind her. 1t was true that
the tossing white name of the water
horses was not more than half a mile
away and the boat was quiverinG in
the pull OF their great power. Barbara
STniIed ittIe-it would not matter
to her so much. she reflected. If her
great problem was to be solved that
way. But still, it was cowardly to die.
She set her fine young strength 20 q
resistance. rowing up stream and in
cIining the boat toward the southern
shore. So absorbed was she in the task
that she did not notice the man with
her until she heard him crying with
wild opportunities 70 his Maker:
''Row, Barbara. row. Row girl"
Then, looking at him. she saw his face
was corpse-white and Cuivering with
fear. and the next moment he sank,
an inert heap, at the bottom of the
boat.
'Get up" she commanded. land take
the tiller. Get up Instantly" He
obeyed dimly, shaking and sick with
terror.
Barbara bent to her heavy task and
made. by means of brave efforts. a lit
tie headway. But the wild horses
plunged on and dragged her at their
heels. She was almost on the verge of
yielding to their relentless strength
when a boat shot out from the bank.
It came toward the quakin~ slliff with
magnificent momentum. Barbara rec
ogniZed the occupant at once. 1t WAS
George CaXton. \ hideOus humiliation
filed her soul. She was almost tempted
to yield to that tugging of the wiiG
horses. She looked at the half-faint-
ing. praying creature beside her and
then at the approaching man. And
moment of Ccthsemanc came to her.
Then. white and coura %eous. she re-
newed her efforts. y moment later
line was thrown to her. She made it
secure. Then she in her boat and
George Caxton in his began 4 struggle
against the powers of the river, in
which they soon conquered.
George helped the trembling Cecil
to shore. but Barbara leaped lightly
10 land and stood there smiling
strangely.
Il am thankful with a great thank
fulness that | owe my life to you,
George" she said. at is privilege
She held out her hand to the other
man.
"Good-by," she whispered.
pity me! Pity mel" he cried.
Il do" she responded. "Good-by."
He went slowly under the pines.
walking feebIy like a man who is old
and i'll. George looked after him with
commiserating eyes. but Barbara was
relentless.
Give me your arm" she said, with
tender graciousness. eve will walk
home together. George"
\ Candid Publisher.
in the recent death of j. Schabelitz
the famous Zurich publisher ard au-
thor. the world of art and letters has
lost one of its extra ordinary charac-
terS. He was shrewd business man.
an excellent linguist, a sllillful writer,
and prob; bly, the most savage publish
er who ever lived. When he accepted
the famous memoirs of Count Won
Arnim. he wrote on the postal card.
with the acceptance, the proviso: Il
reserve the right to correct your in
fernally bad grammar" To an aspir-
ing poet who had submitted manu-
script he answered by postal card: Il
refuse to be disgraced by printing your
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