The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-01-18
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although each regarded the matter
from an individual standpoint, yet each
was SO thoroughly imbued with the
views of the practical islanders, that it
was impossible for them to become
sentimental. t.rt .a.-r .,-fs
Grandfather hi been very urgent
again about Hans Frerik, and this after
noon Aunt Meta visited US; she did not
omit her usual TRADE upon my OBJ
stinacy and my being Enthusiastically
because l am The Stranger 1t is
almost more than can bear. Do you
not think SO, Karl?" l4 ga.."a
Marya placed both hands upon the
young mans shoulders. For moment
he stood thus, his head bowed in
thought; then, throwing his arms about
her, he pressed her to his heart in an
ardent embrace -... ...
stop such nonsense" exclaimed
Marya, but at the same time returning
his embrace with a warm kiss. can
swer me-
81 think" answered Karl, ''that you
will finally yield. Hans Frerik is a
fine-lookiDg young fellow, and, besides
there would be no division of the prop
erty"
you? You? You advise me to it?"
cried Marya, in passionate, yet sub
dued voice. She seized his arm as though
she would drag him into the light be-
fore bar of justice
Nonsense, nonsense!" laughed Karl
Don't be so furious, Marya. 1t would
be worth a mans while to risk his neck
for such woman as you are"
Don't say such things" protested
Maya, "but tell me plainly what you
think"
How impetuous you are! One gets
tired of always facing an adverse mind.
You might know that what said about
Hans Frerik was only in jest. wanted
to see in what direction you would sail
in such breeze"
"And you will be true?" asked Marya,
breathlessly. "'Ve two wild never be
separated"
"Of course not, you will treasure, 8"
answered Karl, laughingly, taking both
her hands in his and kissing her. "You
taught me the meaning of love; the
others here know nothing about it
only you and l. Is it not sop
Il could not live without you,' whis-
pered .Marya. 81 love you because you
are not sluggish and cold and stolid like
the tsh-heads under their foggy skins
like Hans Frerik."
In the bliss of this stolen interview,
Maya forgot her pals of water, her
grandfather and the child; forgot the
! lighthouse, the island and the sea, yea
even the whole world. The passionate
warmth of her orientai nature was
throbbing in her veins-she loved for
the first time.
Soon the north wind, began sitting
sleet in icy showers over the little is
land Karl, shivering with cold, took
his leave, after bidding Marya fond
farewell. He dared no longer linger,
for on the morrow he was to sail with
the tide for Hamburg, where he would
assume the duties of superintendent in
the large warehouse of Herr Nicholson.
"A happy heart beats in my breast,
But heavy weight upon it lies"
Marya hummed the mournful strains,
as, with her water-pails, she sought her
little kitchen This pathetic little
song, the plant of an unhappy race,
Marya's mother had transplanted from
the lowlands of the Dnieper to the
shores OF the North sea.
Peter Eilt had, IN the meantime,
lighted the lamps and now was busying
himself in his usual fashion; not con-
tent with less than a threefold assur-
ance of the spotless condition of the
great lantern touch must needs be
added here and there, although he well
knew that everything was in perfect
order.
THE safety of life and property de-
ponds upon my light" he would say,
"and if an old man of seventy years