The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-12

hOl ctiOliS tlOuSu 10 admire Ildl EASTERN
climate of yours-social and moral
L suppose it's natural for you TO wish to
go. You'd be bored here, would you not?
You couldn't stay in these mountains and
De Such a man as your grandfather. And
yet there ought to be so much TO do here;
It's all SO fresh and roomy and jolly. Really
I've grown enthusiastic about It."
All, but think of what there is in the
East-and you are there. To think that for
SIX months I've treasured every little MEM
DRY of you-such a funny little lot as they
Were-to think that this morning / awoke
thinking of you, yet hardly hoping ever TO
see you. and to think that for half the
night we had ridden so near each other in
sleep, and there was no sign, or signal, or
good omen. And then to think you should
burst upon me like some new sunrise that
the stupid astronomers hadn't predicted.
1T don't ask what You think of me. You
couldn't think anything much as yet, but
there's something about this whole affair.
our meeting and all, that makes me think
it's going to be symmetrical in the end. /
know 1t won't end here. I'll tell you one way
Western men learn. They learn not to be
afraid to want things out of their reach,
and they believe devoutly-because they've
proved it SO ~often-that If you want a thing
hard enough and keep wanting 1t, nothing
can keep 1t away from you"
on the road ahead. Now a heavy wagon,
filled with sacks of ore, came into view,
drawn by four mules. AS they stood aside
to let IL pass he scanned her face for any
more than a look of interest for the brawny
driver of the wagon, shouting unsteady to
his straining team.
You are rather inScrutable," he said, as
they resumed the road.
She turned and smiled into his eyes with
utter frankness.
you; that 1 am very friendly; that / want
to know you better, and want you to know
me better. You don't know me at all, you
know. You We%sterners have another way, of
accounting npOnIQ foo rpQ div Tf NAV Uark
no harm among yourselves. but perhaps
Fasteners are a bit more perilous. Some
even accept herself-himself-very trusting
ly; sh~e-he-finds it SO hard to get &C
quainted with himself"
The young man provided one of those ST.
instinctively capable and for which women
thank them.
This road" she said, af1er a little time
of rapid walking, leads right up TO the end
of the world. doesn't it? See, 1T ends square
ly in the SUM-" They stopped where the turn
had opened to the west a long vista of gray
and purple hills far and high. They stood
on a ridge. of broken quartz and gneiss.
thrown up in a bygone age. To their left a
few dwarf Scotch frs threw shadows back
toward the town. The ball of red fire in the
west was half below the rim of the distant
peak.
STAND so"-she spoke in a slightly hushed
tone that moved him a step nearer almost
to touch her ARMAND feel the round little
earth turning with us. We always think the
sun drops down away from us, but it stays
still. Now remember your ASTRONOMY and
feel the earth turn. See-you can actually
see it m~ove-whirling along like a child's
bail because 1t can't help itself, and then
there's the other motion around the sun,
a and q the s 9snsr' a sns w TSsni Knows Ss se o@ mang
others, and yet We plan our futures and
think we shall do finely this way or that.
and always forget that were taken along
In spite Of ourselves. Sometimes / think l
shall give up trying; aud then / see later
that even that feeling was one of the I'M
known motions that / couldn't control. The
only thing we know is that We are moved
in spite of ourselves, so what is the use of
bothering about how many ways, or where
they shall fetch us?'
"Ah. Miss Khayyam. I've often read your
mo relation whatever; we're the same
perSOn-he was l."
But don't forget you can see the earth
moving by a rising as well as by a setting
star, by watching a sun rise"
"A rising star If you WISH" she said.
smiling once more with perfect candor and
friendliness.
They turned to go back in the ~quick-com-
ing mountain dusk.
As they started downward she sang from
the Persian Garden" and he blended his
voice with hers:
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint and heard great argument
About IT. and about; but evermore
Came out by the same door where in / went.
With them the seed OF Wisdom did / sow,
And with my own hand wrought to make Ii
And this was all the Harvest that 1 reaped-
II cam like Water and like Wind I CO."
ct shall look forward to seeing you-and
your mother and sister-in New York. she
said when they parted. land 1 am sure /
shall have more to say when we're better
known to each other"
IF you were the one woman before. IL
the thought of you was more than the sub
stance of any other to me-ycu must know
- Tn
come true It's no small thing for your best
dream to come true"
Dear mel haven't we been sentimental
and philosophic? I'm never like this ar homo
/ assure you. I've really been thoughtful"
From up the canyon came the sound of a
putting locomotive that presently steamed by
them with its three dinghy little coaches,
and, after a stop for water and the throw
ing of a switch. pushed back to connect
with the Shepler car.
The others of the party crowded out on 70
the rear platform as Percival helped Miss
Milbrey up the steps. Uncle Peter had evil
IDENTIFY been chatting with Shepler. for as
they came out the old man was saving.
action is my motto. Do things. Dom
fritter. Be something and be IL good and
hard. Get action early and often"
Shepler nodded. But men like US are ant
to be unreasonable with the young. We ex-
pect them TO have their own vigor and our
wisdom, and the of neither
The good-byes were hastily said. and the
little train ratified down the canyon. Miss
Milbrey stood IN the door o. the car, and
Percival watched her while the glistening
rails that seemed to be pushing her away
narrowed in perspective. She stood motion
less and inscrrtable TO the last. but still
looking steadily toward him-almost visit
fully, II seemed to him once.
Well" he said cheerfully to Uncle
Peter.
s.You know. son. I don't like to cuss. but
except one or two of them folks I'd sooner
live in the middle kittle of hell than in the
| place that turns 'em out. They rifle me-that
talk about people in the humber walks of
ufe.' OF course ] am humble, but then. son,
II you come right down to IL, as the feller
| said. 1 amt so damned humble!''