The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-06-27
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE

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sylvan throne he thought presence
Talk me-" "Ten ife"
He told her of his home mountains.
OF little house. high the clouds OF the big
fireplace with the fire. of his books of the deep win
with red blankets and bear
SKINS Of the half frozen wild things that his companions
are gentleman she said with guilty conscious
definition. him, seemed
to take dignity And yet have chosen this life
Of poor go living with
nature Perhaps my had in him the
that should die in the captivity OF
"And you loney?" IS
T never knew loneliness" he answered. until now
His the sunset, and her white bare hand
went out toward him, drawn back tindy.
He IS almost well" She spoke regretfuly
Eyes he is well enough to go home
NO no.. she looked up startled HE must not leave
you yet"
he west where the red glow
bazed against the gray.
1T is I who must not stay he said
She stood up, white
He made sign The died. the eyes
that he turned to gray twilight
Think Of it." he said lead. A woman can
you quiet -contained But there
sare women-there gypsy the road. She
loved the fragrance Of the pines the
dust Of the She happy out
in the dew and the winds could take the
And you loved her?'. So $500 80 7 'ts"E
II have never loved shortly sh.
nand But think Of her because she the
Perhaps, she said slowly, there might be other
women Women who have not walked dusty road nor felt
the summer dew their freedom of the fields
Women who hate the society Women who for
love OF a man would to the worlds end.
Inc darkness was coming the dus, her faca
shone with the whiteness of pearl =.. @.-4
He dropped his beside her sTs there suct I.
woman ne said Tell me- is there such woman?"
The slender hand moment on his ghou,der
Perhaps, she whispered, "but don't know yet Not
Then she
All night long he lay awake under the stars iii.
thoughts went forward winter and he saw her in
the big Of the fire. or resting IN the indo
seat deep in the coziness blankets and fur He
dreamed Of her face the window watching for him ia
come across the snow He her in the spring listening
for the first call filling the rude vases with
dogwood and voets. Then the summer. They would not
wander near the haunts sweet for rude
waters and touched them
they would feel together the joyous
heritage from the kings
No one should their little old priest
OF the chapel at the cross should then
the world should know them no
He watched for her the morning AS he stood BY
the dusty roadside again the BY and again She
was on top Again she the man On the
seat beside herno adoring her with his
eyes In her hands she The yag-
abond sat in the shadow Of the dust
hid him from eyes Of the one who knew But
when the coach had by
roadsoe AS ne PICKED II up MS voice rang out
reaching her family amid the noise of beating rafting
wheels gay chatter:
Scatter the kings highway
But for the beggar, room. I say.
Far behind Danforh. following coach on horse-
back As he caught sight Of the figure,
back and the pose expressing the strength that
the bueting OF the beating Winds heard
the defiant notes the ringing voice. hardened
and he refined before the group Of two. dog
coined him with slow thumps of his tail; evidently
Danforth friends il not very enthusiastic
The Of the two met and struck the
battle OF Greek and barbarian Each conscious Of
rivalry rivalry grudgngly admitted Danforth
scarcely hoped for by the vagabond
.'TIe is maserfuI. and 1t Is masterfuness
the thought that struck Danforth with a
blow.
her class" the heart the
perfection Of the other from riding
to at s.sss
tone was more insolent than he knew
into the yaabonds soul there srged hot resentment