The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-10-22

October ~, 1904.
He arose and held out his hand.
looked at him with faint smile, and
eyes. from which the coquetry had gone,
leaving, only the child.
!. n.Come, he repeated. "Time to turn
She arose dutifully. The little tent
really looked inviting. The balsam
fHed un ara sot e. fd es
sflet me know. I want to open the
tent flap for the sake Of warmth
The soft wooden blanket was very
grateful. When the flap was opened
Barbara "a i. found that 2 second fire had
logs 50 arranged as to reflect the heat
directly into her shelter.
: Hours later, as it seemed, some tri-
fling sound awakened her. The heat
still streamed gratefully into the tiny
shelter; the solemn shadows still danced
figure still stared into the embers,
A tender conjunction stole into Bar
bara g tender little heart.
The poor DEAR said she, Che has
no place to sleep. He is guarding me
from the dangers Of the forest,,' which
will know.
Her drowsy eyes watched him visit
fully-her mystery, her hero Of ro-
NANCE Again the fire blurred, again
the solemn shadows paused. At last
thought shaped itself in Barbara's con-
| seriousness.
"Why he must be very old,n she
said to herself. 'He must be 26."
So she fell asleep.
Barbara awoke to the sun and the
crisp morning air, and delightful
feeling that she had slept we'll, and
had not been uncomfortable at all. The
flap of her tent was discreetly closed
and saw Stanton bending over the fire.
In a moment he Strengthened and ap-
preached the tent. When within few
feet he paused. Thru the hollow of his
hands he cried out the long, musical
morning call Of the woodsman.
"Ro-o-oll out!" he cried. The forest
took up the sound in dying modula-
tions. ......
For answer Barbara threw aside the
tent flap and stepped into the sun.
"Good morning. said she.
"Salute!' he replied. "Come and
| will show you the spring.
II am sorryI cannot offer You bet
ter variety for your breakfast. It is
planned, after she had returned and
had perched. like q fluffy bird of para
disc on the log. Her cheeks were very
pink from the cold water and her eyes
were very beautiful from the dregs of
dreams, and her hair very glittering
from the kissing of the early sun; And,
out her pointed chin in the fashion SO
entirely adorable.
! She ate with relish, for the woods
hunger was hers. Stanton said nothing
The time was pregnant with unspoken
things. All the charming elements of
the little episode were crystallizing fol-
} them, and instinctively Barbara felt
that in few moments she would be
compelled to read their meaning.
At last the man said without stir.
"Well, I suppose we'd better be 20.
ing9"
They sat there some time longer
, rose and began to construct his pack
, The girl did not move. g..
"Come,' he said at last. i
:, She arose obediently.
. "Follow close behind me-" he ad
Eyes" said she.
They set off thru the greenery: L
. looked back. It had already closed 81
episode forever. The little camp hat
cease, to exist; the great ruthless
Nothing was left.
Then she noticed that he had stopped
and was looking at her in depreciation
n moose NAPLES. Beyond she could see tn
' familiar clearing and the smoke from
the Maxwell cabin.
She had slept almost within sight O.
= her own doorstep.
"Please forgive me- he was saying
|. 1T meant it only as an interesting lit
:, tie adventure: It has been Harmless
|, His eyes were hungry. Barbar'
: could not find words.
.sGoodhy,'' he concluded "Goodby
v You will forgive me in time-or forget
Q which is much the same. Believe me, |
= T have offended you, my punishment i
going to be !, sewers ssfs RGoGdby' ,;++,
ten the thick. She &c could think o5nl
that the forest, the unfriendly forest
was about to recall her soon. 10000
- by,' he repeated again. He shout
!, have gone, but he did not. The situatio
= became strained. -,
e "When are you, coming 70 see me-,
= she inquired, at length. II shall b
!. here two weeks yet
a HNever,'' he replied.
!. "What do you meant" she asked
;, after moment.
= NAfter Painted Rock. the wilder
f ness,H he explained, almost bitterly
stthe wilderness and solitude for man
y years-forever!'
u Don't 60 until tomorrow" sh
s. urged. ;,
= uWhyqo
. "Because must be, at Painted Roc
n BY Friday, and to reach it I must trav'
+ uMy mission fails" he replied.
= They stood there silent Barbara du
:. tiny holes with the tip of her paraso
+ HAnd that is ruin9' she asked, sof
=, ly, without looking up.
y ri have struggled hard for man
H. 4, years. The result is this chance"
80 tsI see,O she replied, bending ht
e head lower 1T would be very FOOLS
- thing for you to stay, then, wouldn
:. He did not reply:
"a "But you are going to, aren It you
a ae she went on in a voice almost maud
% BE. rYou must not go like that.
Z ask you to. stay. !" = ...-. -
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