Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1903-11-04

tence with those who loved her and
were wearing out their souls and
bodies for her. "fn short" concluded.
she doesn't care a rush for anything
In heaven or earth. and viii yield to
neither man nor God"
The Pilots eyes had been kidding as
talked. but he only answered quietly:
What could you expectT'
well. | DO think she might show
some signs of gratitude and some GEN
tleness toward those ready to die for
her.
ooh. you do.' said he with high
scorn- you all combine 20 ruin Der
temper and disposition with foolish
hattery and weak yielding 10 her
whims. right or wrong; you smile at
her imperious pride and encourage her
willfulness and then not only wonder
at the results. but blame her. poor
child. for all. Oh. you are a fine lot,
the Duke and all OF your
He had most exaspcrating ability
for putting one I'm the wrong. and I
could only think Of the proper and suf-
ficient reply long after the opportunity
for making It had passed. wondered
what the Duke would say 20 this doc
trine. All the following day. which
was Sunday. could see that Gwen was
on the Pilots mind. He was strug.
Cling with the problem of pain.
Monday morning found US on the
way TO the Old Timers ranch. and
what morning IL was, How beauti-
ful our world seemed. About rs
rolled the round topped. velvet hills.
brown and yellow or family green.
spreading out behind us to the broad
prairie, and before. clambering up and
up TO meet the purple bases OF the
great mountains that lay their mighty
length along the horizon and thrust up
white. sunlit peaks into the blue sky.
On the hillsides and down I'm the shell
terinc hollows we could see the
punches OF cattle and horses feeding
upon the rich grasses. High above
tho sky, cloudless and blue. arched its
great kindly roof from prairie 10 noun
tain peaks, and over all. above. below.
upon prairie. hilsides and mountains.
the sun poured his foods OF radiant
yellow light.
As we followed the trail that wound
np and into the heart Of these rounded
hills and ever nearer to the purple
mountains. the morning breeze swept
down 10 meet us, bearing a thousand
scents and filling US with its own fresh
life. One can know the Quickening
Joyousness OF these foothill breezes
only after he has drunk with wide omen
mouth deep and full OF them.
Through all this mingling beauty Of
sunlit hills and shady hollows and pur-
pie. snow peaked mountains we rode
with hardly word. every minute add
Ing TO our heart filling delight. but
ever with the thought Of the little
room where. shut i'm from all this out
side glory, lay Gwen. heart sore with
fretting and longing. This must have
been in the Pilots mind. for he sud
denly held up his horse and burst ont.
Poor Gwen, how she loves all thisl
II Is her very life. How can she help
fretting the heart out OF her? To see
this no more He flung himself OF
his bronco and said. as II thinking
aloud: 1T is too awful, oh. IL Is
cruel, I don't wonder at her, God
help me, what can say to herr
He threw himself down upon the
grass and turned over on his face.
After n few minutes he appealed 10
me. and his face was sorely troubled.
How can one so to her? II seems
10 me sheerest mOckery 10 speak Of pa