The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1904-04-02

I II II
did not attempt TO analyze IL;
- he did not even make an effort
TO contemplate IL. Curiosity, specula-
ton, longing-all the more active emo
tions remained I'm allegiance. while out
wardly for three days Harry Thorpe
! occupied himself only with the needs
of the Fighting Forty at Camp One.
He was vaguely conscious of a great
peace within him, Il great stiffness of
the spirit
Little by little the condition changed
The man felt vague STRINGS of curios-
ity. He speculated aimlessly as to
whether or not the glade the moon
! light, the girl. had been real or merely
the pigments OF Imagination. Almost
Immediately the answer leaped at him
from his heart. Since she was so GER
tainly flesh and blood, whence did she
come? What was she doing there In
the wilderness? His mind pushed the
query aside as unimportant. rushing
eagerly TO the essential point When
could he see her again? His placidity
had gone. That morning he made some
vague excuse to Shearer ana set out
blindly down the river And So with
tut thought without clear intentions
sven. he saw her again. Ii was near
the pole TRAIL which was less like a
trail than a rail fence.
When the SHOWS are deep and snow
shoes not the property Of every man
who cares 20 journey, the old fashioned
pole trair' comes into use. Ii is mere
~ series of horses built OF timber,
across which thick Norway logs are
laid about four feet from the ground
TO form continuous pathway. In
summer it resembles nothing so much
as a thick one rail fence Of considera-
bic height, around which q fringe Of
light brush has grown.
Thorpe reached the fringe of bushes
and was about TO dodge under the
fence when he saw her. So he stopped
short, concealed by the leaves ana the
timber horse.
She stood on knoll in the middle of
a grove OF monster pines. There was
something of the cathedral I'm the spot.
The girl stood tall and straight among
the tall. straight pines like figure on
an ancient tapestry. She was doing
nothing-just standing there-but the
awe of the forest was in her wide,
clear eyes.
In moment she stirred slightly and
turned. Drawing herself 10 her full
height she extended her hands over
her head, palm outward, and with an
indescribably graceful gesture bowed
ceremonious adieu to the solemn trees.
Then, with little laugh, she moved
away in the direction of the river.
At once Thorpe proved a great need
OF seeing her again. In his present
mood there was nothing of the awe
stricken peace he had experienced aft
er the moonlight adventure. He want
ed the sight Of her as he had never
wanted anything before. The strong
man desired II. And finding II impos-
sible he ragged inwardly and tore the
tranquillities OF his heart.
SO II happened that he ate hardly at
all that day and slept III and discov-
cred the greatest difficulty In preserv-
Ing the outward semblance OF ease
which the presence of Tim Shearer
and the Fighting Forty demanded.
And next day he saw her again, and
the next, because the need of his heart
demanded II and because, simply
enough, she came every afternoon to
the clump of pines by the old pole
trail But now curiosity awoke and a
desire for something more. He must
speak TO her, touch her hand, look in
to her eyes. He resolved TO approach
her and the mere thought choked him
and sent him weak.
When he saw her again from the
shelter OF the pole trail he dared not,
and so stood there prey 10 a novel
sensation, that of being baflled In an
intention. AS he hesitated he saw that
she was walking slowly In his direc-
ton. Perhaps hundred PAGES sep
arnted the two She took them de-
liberately. Her progression was Sc
ries of poses, the one which melted
impercepubly into the other without
appreciablc pause of transition.
In a moment she had reached the
fringe OF brush about the pole trail.
They stood face TO face.
she gave q little start Of surprise,
and her hand leaped TO her breast,
where II caught and stayed. Her child
like housekeeping mouth parted
little more, and the breath quickcned
through it, But her eyes, her wide,
trusting. innocent eyes, sought his and
rested.
lie did not move. One on either side
of the spike-marked old Norway log Of
the trail they stood. and for an appre-
cable interval the duel of their glances
lasted-he masterful, passionate, ex-
igcnt: she proud, cool. defensive "a the
aloofness of her beauty. Then at last
his prevailed. A faint color rose from
her neck, deepened and spread over her
face and forehead. In moment she
dropped her eyes.
Don't you think you stare little