Newport weekly independent., 1904-01-29
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 she sat leaning b
 rock looking upwal
 light falling over he
 from the falls risin1
 around her, while
 and flowers envelope
 called her the spirit
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 things about his everla
 undying devotion, and \ ness, but seemed to thif body would prevent her out her intention.
 s'He watched her closet for all the sensitive tendern her face she hasa look of mu( cision and a great deal of p] energy, and she was deeply in nest when she said slie intended buy our mountain and have it ! herself, and she surely will som day in spite of what the artis said. I like her better than they artist,' said Glen Biern Falls.
 That's because she's good look ing and praises you so extrava- gantly," remarked the hickory, scornfully. "I know her we'll; she had gathered nuts under my boughs time and again, and I've watched her every time she comes here. She trips along very nicely, never gets heated or flushed, or out of breath like the picnickers. She's dainty and looks like a mountain flower. She's great heiress. But the artist is a gen jus, true genius. He sat near me and painted and he will be famous some day, you may be sure. He's poor and of course in love with her, and she with him. But the same people who are going to pre- vent her wasting her money buy ing this mountain, will step be tween her and the artist. I've got ten good deal of experience lis. tening to the people who come here, and the gossip of the crows. The man is worth hundred such girls.
 "The whole world will know of him soon, but they are going to make her marry somebody else, and it will break her heart. It won't break his because he has his art, and he will be so absorbed in painting his pictures and after awhile he'll forget her. He made an exquisite one of you, with the girl sitting just as he told her hen would. He will get a gold medal for it.
 But don't have any hopes, Glen Biern. She'll not buy your falls, and she will not marry the artist. And the day is sure to come when you will be compelled to turn q great wheel, with large flat fan ges, to grind corn or cut up timber, so you had better get used to the idea and take it coolly when the time comes."
 There she is now"
 She came lightly and slowly like fair wood nymph out from the shadows of the forest, and, taking her favorite seat, on the hoary gray granite, looked long and steadily, with a mist in her dark gray eyes,at the everlasting fall of the waters, the lights and shadows on the mountain side, the blush of the gorgeous flowers, and as the beauty of the scene. sank into her soul, while the murmur of the wind in the forest and the eternal song of Glen Biern filled her ears, slow tears, like liquid pearls, fell slowly one by ono down her face, as fair and pale as the white daisies she held in her hand.
 The artist was not with her. She waited until the crimson and gold light slowly receding van ished from the crest of the noun tain leaving the Glen dark and somber, and Glen Biern Falls, ob- scure, solemn and melancholy in the everlasting flight seaward.
 Then she rose and with a last long look turned and went slowly homeward.
 The waters called and prayed