Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1905-12-22

faith was so In harmony with the sur
roundIngs. so much a part Of the flow
cry little kingdom in the blue faclnc
that he could not separate her IRON
IL. nor himself from either.
It-was as II he had always LIVED
this indolent dream life. They walked
and rode and swan together. Sht
Taught him the liquid love words OF
her people, which was like the music
of shallow waters ripping over peb'
bles.
Sometimes they wandered to the
summit of Pail and watched the misty
tears falling into the depths where
slept the heroes Of an almost forgotten
race. The place had a strange attrac-
ton for him, and sometimes he coaxed
the girl into repeating h legend.
But to her light heart the tragic tale
held no charms. She was like a fawn
| hat loves to play in the sunlight. with
| out thought Of the past or future. He
was sufficient for her.
But one day there came a vessel into
the harbor and he awoke. His days Of
drifting were over. He must choose
between ancestral home in a civilized
country and this half-barbaric exist
ence; take up the duties II burdens
Of activity or embrace inaction, becom-
ing for good and all a drone in the
busy hive Of the worlds life.
His Saxon blood rebelled at a future
so cheap, so u%nimportant. 1t was a
struggle, but his decision was made.
1t was late in the afternoon. Cramp-
ton and Emaline had wandered far
over the island, lingering in the flow
cry hooks that companionship had
made dear to them. They stood now
in the shadow Of a palm half way UP
the crater Of Pail.
The sun, a chariot Of fire, was roll
ing down toward the far-stretched line
of the blue Pacific. In the harbor lay
the ship that IA to sail in the morn
ing: the ship that was to put two
oceans between them.
He told her as they stood there
told her with the calm, steel-like tones
of the Anglo-Saxon when he has to
overcome himself, his face was drawn
and white, but with nc tremor in his
voice-he told her all, his duty, his
prospects, even his engagement to the
blue-eyed girl. When he had conclud-
ed she stood like a flower over which
has passed the hot breath blown from
a desert.
"Aloha nue. loa oel,' she murmured,
1--WE are one. I live not but in you,
you are all my life. l love you"
He would have answered her, but
no words came to him. Like two stat
ues OF grief they5stood In the soft I'LL
light.
Then suddenly from above they
heard n kissing sound. Out of thu
great mouth Of Pail came a breath o.
| steam that spread over their head:
/ like a great fan. And in the center O.
it stood a dark cloud in shape like
woman. Above them it lowered
reaching out long, sinuous arms.
THE spirit! The spirit of Pali!
cried the girl. sinking to the grouns
and hiding her face from the light.
Champion stood for a moment trans
fixed with horror. Again he scenes
to see the old woman, the mother o
Emaline, as she recited the weird lie
gend. when any n wrongs a de
scendant Of a chieftain's line the spiri
rises out of the mist to wreak speed.
vengeance"
The words rang in his ears like
clarion. He turned away with a shud
der. Then the materialism Of his rae
came to his rescue. He caught up til
girl In his arms and ran down the de
clivity toward the sea.
CHANGING back, he saw the shadoy
following them. On he plunged, a,
awful fear taking possession of hin
He heard the kissing as Of a great Sci
pent behind him. Loose stones CAV
way under his feet and plunged dow,
into the placid waters, cooling softl
to the shore. Branches and brier
tore at his flesh and retarded hi
speed.
But he struggled on with his pre-
cious burden, fearing now to look be
hind. At last he reached the shor
and plunged into the sea. Yet the mis-
pursued him and the dark figure ben
ominously over their heads. Out, ou
into the lei he struggled.
The girl, revived by the waters
kissed his cheek and murmured, "Alc
ha." The surf lifted them on its kind
" bosom and bore them forward. Ar
other swell, and yet another, and t
one standing upon the sands the
would have been but a tiny speck O
the distant blue.
Then the mist with the blac
shadow whirled about, returning t
Pail. The spirit was avenged. Blu,
clasped In each others arms. the 10y
ers drifted out to where love is th
password to eternal bliss.-Illustrate
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