The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1900-03-31

| he said in a voice that moved her: AND
/ should sink like a stone" 1T seemed
impossible for them to part while that
witch light cleaned upon their en-
chanted wood, and when the shadows
| grew gray they became part OF them
like shadows they faded from each
others sight.
That night when Barbara went about
her duties and afterward when she lay
in her bed she found herself happy with
the elatc and Triumphant happiness OF
which she had dreamed. George Cax-
ton, her promised lover, seemed part
of the work-a-day 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 n writer by
vocation. lie even confessed to being
poet. He was not well, he said. The
city had worn on him. So he came
home for n long rest there among the
pines. His name was Cecil Under
wood.
Barbara found il 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. lie was too
well known TO her to be seen through
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 I'm
| derwood. And Barbara was angry at
him for this, too.
"IIe has no sensibility," she said to
herself.
One wild day when the wind cried
through the tree tops and the waters
dashed along as IL in stress of pain,
| Cecil Underwood came TO her in an inn
perative mood.
you must come walking with me"
he said. THE day expresses me.
have to speak of the torment of my
heart and / 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 n boat" said Barbara,
when they reached the river.
'No, no" .-be protested, but she
seemed not to hear him and united her
! sl1ifr and leaped into IL.
Come" she said. He hesitated, but
L 4 n
| lift of the waves the pain in her heart
| 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 usl" She
| glanced behind her. 1t was true that
the tossing white name Of the water
horses was not more than half mile
away and the boat was quiveriDg in
the pull OF their great power. Barbara
smiled n little-it would not matter
| TO her so much, she reflected, il her
great problem was TO be solved that
| way. But STILL il was cowardly to die.
She set her fine young strength 10 q
resistance, rowing up stream and In.
clining 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 to his Maker:
"Row, Barbara, row! Row girl!n
Then, looking at him, she saw his lace
was corpse-white and quivering with
| fear, and the next moment he sank
an inert heap, at the bottom Of the
boat.
Get up" she commanded, "nnd take
the tillcr! Get up Instantly" lie
obeyed dimly, shaking and sick with
terror.
Barbara bent TO her heavy task anG
made, by means of brave efforts, a liz.
tie Roadway. 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 boat shot out from the bank
IL came toward the quaking skiff with
magnificent momentum. Barbara rec
ognizcd the occupant at once. IL was
George Caxton. A hideous humiliation
filled her soul. She was almost tempted
to yield 60 that Juggling of the wild
horses. She looked Mt the half-fnint-
| ing, praying creature beside her and
then Mt the approaching man. And
moment of Gethsemane came TO her
Then, white and courageous, she re
newed her efforts. A moment later
line was thrown TO her. She made Il
secure. Then she In her boat and
George Caxton in his began struggle
| against the powers of the river, in
which they soon conquered.
George helped the trembling Cecil
TO shore, but Barbara leaped lightly
to land and stood there smiling
strangely.
81 am thankful with n great thank
fulness that ] owe my life 10 you,
George" she said. at is privilege"
She held out her hand TO the other
man.
"Good-bv ~ cba xvhioporoJ