The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-11-09

hay had nigh died from the lanes, and
the corn was growing golden more
quickly than one likes when one IA
10th for the summer to go.
She was sitting, with book, not far
from the spot OF our acquaintance
Subsequently | learned that she was
never far from that place when the
village school hours were over. 1t was
there she always met the dark.faced
man, and there she would sit for hours
when he was miles away, looking al
the picture books he brought her.
"Well?" | cried, for her attention Of
the pictures made her unaware of my
approach.
She looked up, quickly to recognize,
and smiled.
"Oh," she said, cts the fat mani"
Then softly, to herself: What fell In
the stingers!"
She made room for me beside her,
daintily moving an inch or so of dress
| was thinking of her passionate rush
to the other mans arms. 1t really
seems absurd, but | felt just a little
| disconnected.
where's your bisikler?" she asked
1t was at the inn, informed her.
Il told my daddy about YOU" she
said. He comes to see me every
at Aunt Harris"
And mamma?" inquired.
Mamma comes some days-Satur.
days" She pointed to the book, and
added confidentially: But have dad
dy always. Hos in here. know it's
him, because he's got wicksters on his
lip; not all over"
asked.
She gave me the searching look OF
criticism as once before.
'He Is not wicked now" she said
slowly. Mamma told Auntie Harris
so. Dear mummy says little angel
was always pulling at his heart, and
pulling at his heart until II broke, and
he could not stay away. He is good
Eow-mamma says so; but she says
ne can never be forgiven. Can't he"
| could not meet her look of wistful
entreaty, so turned my gaze to the
fields, thinking of many things have
seen and heard and read, until my
eyes were brave enough to meet hers.
Perhaps he has suffered, little one,
and those who have suffered may hope
to be forgiven" said, looking at her.
She left my side with sudden haste,
clambering upon my knee, and ! felt
the ecstasy of her soft arms about my
neck.
Il love you'll" she sobbed passion
ately. My daddy has suffered-he
folded me so. love you, fat mani"
There are ever things to bring
fall to pride. inquired automatically
if she would not like to call me uncle.
20, yes!" she cried, smiling through
her tears like April sunshine. Uncle
-Uncle-"
"Bob?"
uncle, though. you know" she was
careful to add, but like my Auntie
Harris"
And so the amendment was carried
During the ripening of the corn the
spot saw me once again; but she was
not there. Without her the lane
seemed strangely empty and uninter
esting; so |, lacking the moral courage
to seek her at "Auntie" Harris, turned
my wheel back towards the city.
The time of harvest, when the couh
try works and the city plays, came
and |, who had seen overmuch OF the
latter, thought with joy Of a quiet so
journ in the joys of the former-not
far away, be 1t confessed, from Pleas
ant Places.
; ! did not go on the "bisikler," choos.
ing the train, and, alighting at the III
tie railway station, walked along the
narrow, high-hedged lane, then in full
est garment of nut, briar and honey.
suckle. A mile or so, and one comes
to the crossing, and takes the field
paths, which wind their way to the
| church.
When climbing the second stlle,
where the stubble meets the view In
autumn in a broad, undulating ex.
I panse of rich gold, my eyes fell upon
the figures of a man and woman who
Z were walking towards the stile from
he opposite direction. Grace trotted
o between them, holding each by the
hand, her face expressive of Joy crys'
Jalized, and also Of almost thought
victory.
Look" she cried. "Mamma-dad'
dy-theres Uncle Bob!"
, They paused the woman with a ra'
diant smile upon her face, which was
, beautiful with the beauty of a ripping
brook touched by the sunlight on the
surface; the man with a thoughtful
look, as II debating If it were better
, to speak or to pass on. He inclined
his head, flushed deeply as lifted my
cap, and, with low Good afternoon,
we went our different wa@s. His was
not weak face, and surely seldom
was seen before the shadows Of men
J. tai conflict so darkly thrown on human
y | fpaturps The phild's naSsiOnata words