Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1902-06-28

lasse4SSgS mountain sides or down in
the canyon beside the stream that
danced down to meet the Black Rock
river, talking and sketching and read
ing and Sic listening and dreaming,
with often 4 happy smile upon her
face But there were moments when
cloud Q: shuddering fear would
sweep the Smile away, and then |
would talk of Craig till the smile came
back again.
But the woods and the mountains
md the river were her best, her wis
est. friends during those days. How
sweet the ministry Of the woods to
her! The trees were in their new sum
mer leaves. fresh and full Of life.
They sUaytd and rustled above US,
hinging their nterlacing shadows upon
US, and their swaying and their rus
ting sootled and comforted like the
voice and touch Of a mother. And the
mountains too, in all the glory Of their
varying robes of blues and puppies
stood calmly. solemnly, about US, up
I..,!n| or: souls into regions of rest.
..'::p rhnn:>;lI lights and shadows fit
1,ni %Wftl.; over their rugged fronts,
LIZ eft the'H ever as before in their
=>,.uGfuSt Ina iesty. Goods in his heaV-
e.: What would you have? And ever
t..r little river sang its cheerful cour-
;.;u. feul'l.- not the great mountains
that Threatened to bar it's passage to
the sea Mrs Mavor heard the song,
and her courage rose.
I'VE, too shall find our way" she
said, and believed her.
But through these days I could not
make her out, and l found myself
studying her as I might a new &C.
Quaintance. Years had fallen from
her. She WAS a girl again, full Of
young warm life. She was as sweet
as before, Du! there was soft shyness
over her a ;!alf shamed half frank
consciousness in her face a glad light
In her eyes tHat made her all new to
me. Her perfect trust in Craig was
touching to see.
"He will tell me what to d." she
swould say till began to realize how
impossible it would be for him to be-
true to the h..st.
So much did I dread Craig's home.
coming that | sent for Graeme and old
man Nelson, who was more and more
.Graeme's trusted counselor and friend.
They were both highly excited by the
story I had to tell, for l thought it best
TO tell them all, but l was not a little
A. 4
not see the NATTER in my light. In vain }
/ protested against the madness Of al
lowing anything to send these two from
each other. Graeme summed up the
discussion in his own emphatic way, |
but with an earnestness in his words |
not usual with him.
Craig VIII know better than any of
us what is r:.;;lt to do, and he will do
that, and no l4an can turn him from it, !
and" he added, 81 should be sorry to !
try"
Then my wrath rose, and cried:
cts tremendous shame! They love
each other You are talking senti-
mental humbUg and nonsense"
''He must Go the right" said Nelson
IN his deep, quiet voice.
Fright! Nonsense! By what right
does he send from him the woman he
lOvesY
"'He pleased not HIMSELF" quoted
Nelson reverently.
''Nelson is right" said Graeme 81
should not Ike 10 see him weaken"
look here" I stormed. 81 didn't
bring you men to back him up in his
nonsense. thought you could keep
your heads level"
Nov, ConHur," said Graeme, don't
rage. Leave that for the heather. It's
bad form AND useless besides. Craig
will walk his way where his light falls,
to see him f;:i!, for if he weakens like
the rest of US my North star will have
dropped from my sky"
''Nice selfish spirit" l muttered.
ENTIRELY 50. I'm not a saint but
feel like steering by one when l see
him"
When, after week had gone, Craig
rode up one early morning to his shack
door, his face told me that he had
fought his fight and had not been beat
sen. He had ridden all night and was
ready to drop with WEAKNESS.
"Connor, old boy" he said, putting
ont his hand I'm rather played. There
was bad row at the Landing. l have
Just closed poor Colley's eyes. 1t was
awful. | must get sleep. Look after
Dandy, will you, like good chap"
S'Oh, Dandy be hangedv' l said, for
I knew it was not the fight nor the
watching nor the long ride that had
shaken his iron nerve and given him
that face. 600 in and lie down. I'll
bring you something"
''Wake me in the afternoon" he said.
'fShe is waiting. Perhaps you will go
to her" His lips quivered. MY nerve
is rather gone" Then, with a very
wan smile, he added, Il am giving you
q lot of trouble"
''You go to thunderv' burst out, for
my throat was hot and sore with grief
for him.
at think I'd ra thar % fo Slenn :" hn ro