The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1904-06-25

mo. you mustn't. Wait till it let's up
a bit" He lifted her pearl handled pen
| tenderly and curiously, as if it had been
q stray feather dropped from an angeF $
wing. 'rhat's a mighty pretty thing,
amt itT' He met her eyes suddenly
"Smy. | want to know if you meant
what you said yonder. about my being n
| no account, rough and tumble cowboy?'
81 didn't say that"
| "But you meant it, Her lathes
dropped griltily under his steady gaze.
81 don't blame you. know I'm differ
emit from your city breed, but love comes
the same to a man whether he's n pro
fcsssor or cowboy. you know. I'd make
you mighty happy, Ethel, if you'd let
me-" His voice was low and tender.
| Seems as if | don't want anything i'm
| life but YOU
He bent nearer over the morrow.
roughly painted desk, his eyes on a level
with her own. but she looked away from
| him out of the little side window. 1t
WAS splaehed and blurred with rain, but
she could see the faint outlines of the
hills that lay like barrier between the
| range country and the outer world She
had always hoped to go back some day.
but the spell of the open and the glory of
| freedom stole over her with the low mu-
sic of his voice. Some where in her
heart she caught the echo to his own
| words and knew the power of their
| meaning.
Seems as if | don't want anything in
| life but YOU
\ crash of thunder Snorl the little
| frame building. and she rose unSteadily.
Twill you please bring Gypsy from
the shed for me- she said. Il must 90
before dark"
He hcSitatcd.
''If you do, | shall go too. The dam
up at Caribou run broke at 4 o'clock,
| and the rivers racing like u mountain
| cascade"
1t was nearly two miles to the old log
bridge that spawned the river. Camp
bell did not try to talk. He took her
| silence and reserve rs his answer. but
his face looked almost stern in the shad-
ow Of his srmhrcro ns he rode beside the.
| back pony. As they ncnrcd the log
bridge II vivil tla,'h of lightning made,
both horses rear. AND he caught Gy1,sy's
bride.
eve can't cross the river" he said.
DbU II pave II INln DICK.
Il can't" she answered over h, T. shout
der. n> the ron" shook h,l>r,If free.
9TH" lridg" is .'lfc."
Before he ctnI stop her she had rid
den forward on to the frri logs. THAT
Shuddrrcl and strained ut the shock.
There WIS sudden rcnding. crushing
sound all the reXt instant the logs had
parted AMI swept away on the foAming
waters with GyI~y'< terrified head and
paving ho@fs showing between them.
One cry for help reached Campbcll'S
ears but THAT one changed all the
world.
tom. Tom" she called. and he head
ed Cyclone downstream in Il race with
the swollen. rushing river. A., he came
abreast of her he raised himself in his
Stirrups ami swung hiss lnl'at straight
for the pony'S head. 1t fell arl Grew
tHut. Cyclone braced for the shock. Ills
he had in many Il roundup capture and
in Il few seconds the black pony was
stumbling up the bank. drenched and
half Strungled. but with her burden still
safe in the saddle.
Campbell lifted the slim. fantng fig
IRE down and held her close in his arms
her white face on his shoulder. For
one brief instant she seemed all his own
and he bent aTl kissed the pale sweet
li's that had 80 nearly drained the cup
of death.
"Alirc." he whispered hcnrath his
breath. "Alnr. just for now
Her eyes ol'':.cd, AMI she smiled up al
him.
For always. Tom" she said softly
I'm glad you're Il cUwhov.'