The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1904-01-29

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fully prepared him for his trial, telling
all that Gwen had suffered and striv-
ing to make him feel how desperate
was her case when even the Duke had
to confess himself beaten. He did not
seem sufficiently impressed. Then l
pictured for him all her fierce willful-
ness and her fretful humors, her impa-
tience with those who loved her and
were wearing out their souls and
bodies for her I'm short" concluded,
"she doesn't care rush for anything
in heaven or earth, and will yield to
neither man nor God"
The Pilots eyes had been kindling as
l talked, but he only answered quietly:
what could you expect?''
"Well, | do think she might show
some signs of gratitude and some gen
tleness toward those ready to die for
her.
ooh. you do!'' said he with high
scorn. "You all combine to ruin her
temper and disposition with foolish
fiattery and weak yielding to her
whims. right or wrong; you smile at
her imperious pride and encourage her
willfulness, and then not only wonder
at the results. but blame her, poor
child, for all. Oh, you are fine lot,
the Duke and all of your
He had most exasperating ability
for putting one in the wrong, and |
could only think of the proper and suf-
ficient reply long after the opportunity
for making it had passed. l wondered
what the Duke would say to this doc
trine. All the following day, which
was Sunday, could see that Gwen was
on the Pilots mind. He was strug-
Cling with the problem of pain.
+ Monday morning found us on the
way to the Old Timers ranch, and
what a morning it was! How beauti-
full our world seemed! About us
rolled the round topped, velvet hills,
brown and yellow or family green,
spreading out behind us to the broad
prairie, and before, clambering up and
up to meet the purple bases Of the
great mountains that lay their mighty
length along the horizon and thrust up
white, sunlit peaks into the blue sky.
On the hillsides and down in the shell
tering hollows we could see the
upon the rich grasses. High above,
the sky, cloudless and blue, arched its
great kindly roof from prairie to noun
tain peaks, and over all, above, below.
upon prairie. hillsides and mountains.
the sun poured his foods of radiant
yellow light.
| AS we followed the trail that wound
up and into the heart of these rounded
| hills and ever nearer to the purple
| mountains, the morning breeze swept
down to meet us. bearing thousand
scents and filling us with its own fresh
| life. One can know the quickening
| joyousness of these foothill breezes
only after he has drunk with wide open
mouth deep and full of them
Through all this mingling beauty of
sunlit hills and shady holows and pur
pie, snow peaked mountains we rode
with hardly word, every minute add
Ing to our heart filling delight, but
ever with the thought of the little
room where, shut in from all this out
side glory, lay Gwen, heart sore with
fretting and longing. This must have
been in the Pilots mind, for he sud
denly held up his horse and burst out:
Poor Gwen, how she loves all this!
1t is her very life. How can she help
fretting the heart out of her? To see
this no mOrar' He flung himSaIf off
his bronco and said, as If thinking
aloud; ut is too awful! Oh. it is
cruel! l don't wonder at her! God
help me, what can say to her?'
He threw himself down upon the
grass and turned over on his face.
After few minutes he appealed to
me- and his face was sorely troubled
"How can one go to her? 1t SEEM
to me sheerest mockery to speak of pa