Mower County transcript., 1904-06-08


man nearer at hand.
"What are they doing? Are they cut
ting lumber?" asked Hilda.
NO." answered Thorpe; 1--WE do not
cut saw logs at this time of year. They
are clearing out road"
''Where does it go to?'
"Well, nowhere in particular-that
is, it is logging road that starts at
the river and wanders up through the
woods where the pine isl
"HOW clear the axes sound I would
like to know more about it, she sigh
ed, quaint little air of childish petu-
lance craving two lines between her
eyebrows. ''Do you know, Harry, you
are singularly uncommunicative sort
of being. l have to guess that your
life is interesting and picturesque.
Sometimes 1 think you are not nearly
poet enough for the life you are liv-
ing. Why, you are wonderful, you
men of the north, and you let us ordi-
nary mortals who have not the gift of
divination imagine you entirely occu-
pied with how many pounds Of iron
chain you are going to need during the
winter" She said these things lightly,
as one who speaks things not for seri-
Gus belief
1T is something that way" he
agreed, with a laugh.
'Sit there" she breathed very soft
ly, pointing to the dried needles on
which her feet rested.
He obeyed.
"Now tell me-" she breathed, still in
the fascinated monotone.
"What?" he inquired.
"Your life; what you do; all about it.
You must tell me story
Thorpe settled himself more lazily
and laughed with quiet enjoyment.
''The story of the woods,' he began,
"the story Of the saw log 1t would take
bigger man than to tell it. l doubt
if any one man ever would be big
enough. 1t is dream, a struggle,
battle. Those men you hear there are
only the skirmishers extending the
firing line. I'll have to hurry now to
get those roads done and certain
creek cleared before the snow. Then
We'll have to keep on the keen move to
finish our cutting before the deep snow,
to haul our logs before the spring
thaws; to float them down the river
while the freshet water lasts. When
we gain day we have scored a vic
tory, when the wilderness puts us back
an hour we have suffered a defeat"
The girl placed her hand on his shoul-
der. He covered it with his own.
"But we winv' he cried. eve win!"
'That is what like" she Said softly,
"the strong spirit that WINS" She hesi-
tated, then went on gently: II went
walking yesterday morning before you
came over, and after awhile I found
myself in the most awful place-the
stumps Of trees, the dead branches, the
trunks lying all about and the glaring
hot sun over everything. Harry, there
was not a. single bird in all that waste,
q single green thing" She seized his
fingers in her other hand. Harry" she
said earnestly, II don't believe I can
ever forget that experience any more
than I could have forgotten battle
field were to see one"
The man twisted his shoulder uneas-
lily and withdrew his hand.
Harry she said again after a
pause, you must promise to leave this
woods until the very last. suppose it
must all be cut down some day, but I
do not want to be here to see after it is
all over. Men do not care much for
keepsakes, do they, Harry? But even a
man can feel the value Of great beau
dful keepsake such as this, can't he,
dear? Our meeting place-do you re-
member how I found you down there
by the old pole trail staring as though
you had seen ghost? 1t must always
be our most sacred memory. Promise
me you will save it until the very, very
last"
Thorpe remained silent.
In selecting the districts for the sea-
sons cut he had included in his esti-
mates this very grove. Other bodies of
timber promising a return of $4,000
were not be found near the river.
and time$now:la lacked for the cutting of
roads to-more distant forties.
"Hilda,a ,ashez broke in aibt,lr-uttpflyi at last.
the men yons hear are clearinx road
to thisYery 5ii7fsS5fs
"What meant r. she asked.
This sStihber I'll snlarked Tor cutting
this very white = ,8ss:s. u
She had not q suspicion Of the true
state ot:affairs. Isn't 1T lucky Iaspoke1
Of itW she exclaimed. "Youf must see
to itEtoday,4nowv' .=l.
She sprang up impulsively and stood
waiting for him. He arose more slow.
". E.'.E .@ T. q r. -. j
"Hilda, I cannot he said.
She stood very still for some seconds,
why not?" she asked quietly.
Because I. have not time to cut. q
road, through to another bunch of pine:
It IL this Or nothing" z.z* .','sss*}| 's9t}
Why not nothing, thenW
~ want the money this viii bring"