Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1903-11-10

nSQlnlQS cleIt tue prairie " lne heoh@
And the prairie rocked and groaned In
agony, and for many day moaned bit
terly over its black, jagged. gaping
wound. But the Little Swan poured
its waters trough the cleft and car
rled down ,.aep black mold, and once
more the birds carried seeds and
strewed them in the canyon. And aft
er long time the rough rocks were
decked out with soft MOSES and trail
ing vines, and all the hooks were hung
with clematis and columbine, and great
elms lifted their huge tops high up into
the sunlight, and down about their feet
clustered the low cedars and balsams,
and everywhere the violets and wind
flowers and maiden hair grew and
bloomed. till the canyon became the
masters place for rest and peace and
JOY"
The quaint tale was ended. and Gwen
lay quiet for some moments. then said
gently:
"Yes. The canyon flowers are much
the best. Tell me what it means"
Then the Pilot read to her: "The
fruits-Ill read 'tiowers'-of the Spirit
are love, joy, peace, long suffering, gen.
tleness, goodness, faith, meekness, self
control, and some of these grow only
in the canyon"
(which are the canyon flowers?" ask
ed Gwen softly, and the Pilot answered: !:
"Gentleness. meekness, self control;
but, though the others-love, JOY, peace
bloom in the open, yet never with so
rich bloom and so sweet perfume as
in the canyon"
For a long time Gwen lay quite still,
and then said wistfully, while her lip
trembled:
"There are no flowers in my canyon,
but only ragged rocks"
"Some day they will bloom. Gwen,
dear. He will find them, and we, too.
shall see them"
Then he said goodby and took me
away. He had done his work that day.
We rode through the big gate. down
the sloping hill. past the smiling. twin
king little lake and down again out of
the broad sunshine into the shadows
and soft lights of the canyon. AS we
followed the trail that wound among
the elms and cedars the very air was
full of gentle stiffness, and as we moved
we seemed to feel the touch Of loving
hands that fingered while they left US,
and every flower and tree and vine and
shrub and the soft MOSES and the deep
bedded ferns whispered as we passed
Of love and peace and joy.
To the Duke 1t was all wonder, for
as the days shortened outside they
frightened inside. and every day and
more and more Ovens room became
the brightest spot in all the house. and
when he asked the Pilot. "What did
you do to the little princess, and what's
all this about the canyon and its flow
ers?" the Pilot said, looking wistfully
into the Dukes eyes. "The fruits OF
the Spirit are love, peace, long suffer-
ing, gentleness. goodness, faith, meek
ness. self control. and some Of these
are found only in the canyon" And
the Duke. standing up straight. hand
some and strong. looked back at the
Pilot and said. putting out his hand:
"Do you know. believe you're
right"
Yes. I'm quite sure" answered the
Pilot simply. Then. holding the Dukes
hand as long as one man dare hold
another's, he added, when you come
to your canyon. remember"
"When l Gomez said the Duke. and
quick spasm of pain passed over his
handsome face. God help me. it's not
too far away now" Then he smiled
again his old. sweet smile. and said:
Eyes. you are all right; for Of all the
flowers / have seen none Is fairer
or sweeter than those that are waving
in Ovens canyon"
TO BE CONTINUED.