Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-08-31

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"Was it God let me fallf" she asked
abruptly one day, and the Pilot knew
the fight was on, but he only answered
looking fearlessly into her eyes:
Yes. Gwen. dear
"Why did he let me fall?" And her
voice was very deliberate.
Il don't know. Gwen, DEAR" said the
Pilot steadily. "He knows"
"And does he know I shall never ride
again? Does he know how long the
days are and the night when l can't
sleep? Does he know?"
Eyes. Gwen, dear" said the Pilot
and the tears were standing in his eyes
though his voice was still steady
enough.
care you sure he knows?' The voice
was painfully intense.
Listen to me. Gwen" began the
Pilot In great distress, but she cut him
short
Are you quite sure he knows? An
swer men she cried with her old i'm
periousness.
Eyes. Gwen, he knows all about you. -
"Then what do you think Of him. just
because he's big and strong, treating q
little girl that way?" Then she added
viciously: II hate him! l don't care! /
hate him.!
But the Pilot did not vince. l Won
dered how he would solve that problem
that was puzzling not only Gwen but
her father and the Duke and all of US
the why of human pain.
Gwen" said the Pilot. as If changing
the subject. .did it hurt to put on the
plaster jacket
"You just bet" said Gwen, lapsing
in her English. as the Duke was not
present at was worse than anything
awful. They had to straighten me
out, you know And she shuddered at
the memory Of that pain.
What pity your father or the Duke
was not here.' said the Pilot earnestly.
"Why. they were both here!."
what cruel shame!" burst out the
Pilot. Don't they care for you any
more?"
"Of course they do" said Gwen indig-
nantly.
"Why didn't they stop the doctors
from hurting you so crueliy:"
why, they let the doctors. 1t is go
Ing to help me to sit up and perhaps to
walk about little" answered Gwen;
with blue gray eyes open wide.
"Oh,' said the Pilot cit was very
mean to stand by and see you hurt like
that"
why, you silly replied Gwen i'm
patiently, ..they want my back to get
straight and strong"
"Oh, then they didn't do it just for
fun or FOR nothing?" said the Pilot in
nocently.
Gwen gazed at him in amazed and
specifies wrath. and he Went on:
II mean they love you though they
let you be hurt or, rather, they let the
doctors hurt you because they loved
you and wanted to make you better"
Gwen kept her eyes fixed with curl
Gus earnestness upon his face till the
light began to dawn.
DO you mean" she began slowly,
chat though God let me fall he loves
me-"
The Pilot nodded He could not trust
his voice.
81 wonder if that can be true" she
said, as If to herself, and soon we said
goodby and came away-the Pilot limp
and voiceless, but 1 triumphant, for l
began to see a little light for Gwen.
But the fight was by no means over.
Indeed 1t was hardly well begun. For
when the autumn came. with its misty,
purple days, most glorious of all days
in the cattle country, the old restless
ness came back and the fierce refusal
Of her lot. Then came the day OF the
round up. Why should she have to stay
while all went after the cattle? The
Duke would have remained, but she
impatiently sent him away. She was
weary and heartsick, and, worst Of all.
she began to feel that most terrible of
burdens, the burden Of her life to 9th
ers. l was much relieved when the
Pilot came In fresh and bright waving
a bunch Of wild flowers in his hand.
Il thought they Were all gomez! he
cried Where do you think 1 found
them? Right down by the big elm
root" And. though he saw by the set
tied gloom of her face that the storm
was coming. he wen. brayely on pictur-
ing the canyon in all the splendor Of it's
autumn dress. But the spell would not
work. Her heart was out on the slop-
ing hills, where the cattle were bunch
ing and crowding with tossing heads
and rafting horns. and it was in a
voice very bitter and impatient that
she cried:
ooh. l am sick Of all this! I want to
ride! I want to see the cattle and the
men and-and and all the things out
side" The Pilot was cowboy enough
to know the longing that tuggeA ut her
heart for one wild race after tbs calves
or steers, but he could only say:
"Wait. Gwen. Try to be patient"
81 am patient: at least l have been
patient for TWO whole months, and it's
no use. and l don't believe God cares
one Bit"
Eyes. he does. Gwen, more than any
of us" replied the Pilot earnestly.
mo, he does not care" she answered
with angry emphasis, and the Pilot
made no reply.
Perhaps" she went ON hesitatingly,
.'he's angry because said didn't care
for him. you remembers? That was