Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1901-06-20

Inc music OF her voice and the roa
OF the ocean mingled and surged over
Trevelyan.
God" he said under his breath.
As Trevelyan and the girl drove up
b long entrance way and neared the
house, they could distinguish through
b faint Scotch mist that had fallen
b outline of Mactier waiting for
them at the door.
The old retainer hurried forward to
welcome them.
SAY, sir. but it's guide to see We.
My hearts been sore for a sight %
thy face this lang time!" he cried to
Trevelyan.
Trevclyan jumped down from the
cart.
Hello, Mactier!" he cried. "Jove!
But it's good to see you again!"
Then he turned to Cary and helped
her to the ground.
This is Mactier," he said, as one
saying all that is sufficient. "Mactier,
L used to tell Miss Cary about you
when l vas a little shaver"
"Aweel We were ever a mindful lad
o met" The old man smiled.
He opened the door for them, and
stood to one side to let them enter.
Ills a bad day We have for seeing
the old place." he said as they passed
him.
"You can bring the horse around
in an hour" called Trevelyan as the
old man drove away.
Then Treyelyan went back to Cary.
! The girl was standing at the further
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of the window. She could hear the
beat of the sea on the nearby crags
and through the faint mist catch a
glimpse of the water.
Mactier had opened the long-closed
blinds and the light seemed concen-
trated around the figure of the girl.
Trevelyan tore his riding gloves from
his hands and bent and unbent his
fingers rapidly. eff I had dreamed-if
I had Known" He reached her
side.
I'm afraid its a gloomy day we've
struck he said quietly, but I'm in
hopes the mist won't last. On clear
days from here you can see the high
est crag of all. Its where I used to
spend half my days, as a little shaver
up there on the top. 1t was my eyrie.
/ used to be a robber king and a ship
wrecked mariner and a Viking all
rolled in one"
Trevelyan laughed, bending forward
and nearer to her and looked out of
the window, as though to penetrate
the mist. Cary leaned against the
frame of the window listening.
"When / got a bit older" Trevel-
vans voice fell heavily on the silence
of the big lonely hall, 81 used to
climb up thereto get away from
everyone, and where no one could find
me; and 1 would hide up there and sit
by the hour, looking out at the sea
and watching the white spray break
ing below me. And then later l used
to try and think of what love meant
what love could be-if i should ever
love-
He turned away abruptly and
walked up and down the hall. After a
little he came back to Cary, who had
not stirred.
"And sometimes I used to dream
of a woman who would some day come
into my life-and 1 used to crawl to
the edge of the crag and lean over in
to the white foam below, until I got
dizzy-looking for her face. 1t seemed
her face must be in the white foam
foolish, wasn't it?"
Cary ran her finger along the ledge
of the window.
w all have our dreams"
Trevelyan watched her, as she
turned her face again to the window.
The mist outside increased and seemed
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the sounds of n~atGre, and it hung
around her and softened ner face into
wonderful curves. He turned his eyes
away from her suddenly. He could
have crushed that face in his hands,
bringing it up to his own
"Mactier will be around in an hour"
he said, after awhile in a matter of
fact way, "and then I'll drive you
about the place a bit before we re-
turn. We can easily make it and be
back for dinner"
"Yes?' asked Cary, absently-mind-
edly.
"Come! Wake up! and look around
you! Isn't this a fine old hall?" But
Trevelyan's voice lacked enthusiasm.
"Fine?" her voice pulsed with the
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Its the finest old hall in all the
world! The dearest old home. Take
me over it-from the top to the bot
tom, and show me where you and
John and Tom Cameron used to
playi"
Trevelyan led her from room to
room; passing quickly this one, hat
held memories of his mother; paus-
ing on the threshold of another, to
tell the s:ory of the Scotch boys
p1aytime; TO show her the first stays
head, shot when hunting with Mac
tier. Treveiyan told the story well,
for he loved with all the u~nyielding
strength of an unyielding nature, the
memories his words called up. Now
it was how Tom and he had slipped
out of the window one night and
scaled the UNCOVERED turret wall,
hat they might investigate the old
cave down at the waters edge, by
the light Of the waning moon. Mac
tier had told them strange tales of
the happenings in the cave when the
moon was On the wane. Again it was
the day he had stumbled with his
gun and the bullet had entered his
thigh; how old Mactier had flung
him across his shoulders, and borne
him home through the darkness of the