Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-08-02
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| SPENDERS
| A Tale of the Third Generation
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By HARRY LEON WILSON
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Copyright. by LOthrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER v.-CoNTINUED

Copyright by Lothrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER V.-CONTINUED.
She turned and smiled into his eye
with utter frankness.
"At least you must be sure that
like you; that am very friendly; tina
want to know you better, and wan
you to know me better. You dom
know me at all, you know. You west
erners have another way, of accepting
people too readily. IL may work nc
harm among yourselves, but perhaps
fasteners are a bit more perilous
Sometimes, now, very eastern per
son doesn't even accept herself-him
self-Very trustingly; she-he-fnds il
30 hard to get acquainted with him
self"
The young man provided one OF
those silences Of which few discern
ing men are instinctively capable and
Tor which women thank them.
This road" she said, after little
time of rapid walking, leads right UP
to the end of the world, doesn't it?
See, it ends squarely in the SUM-
They stopped where the turn had
opened to the west long vista Of gray
and purple hills far and high. They
stood on a ridge of broken quartz and
gneiss, thrown up in bygone age. To
their left a few dwarf Scotch frs
threw shadows back toward the town.
The ball of red fire in the west was
half below the rim of the distant peak.
II shall look forward to seeing you
and your mother and sister?-in
New York." she said, when they part
ed, land / am sure | shall have more
to say when we're better known to
each other"
eff you were the one woman before,
If the thought of you was more than
the substance of any other to me-you
must know how it will be now, when
the dream has come true. It's no small
thing for your best dream to come
true"
Dear me! haven't we been senti-
mental and philosophiC? I'm never
like this at home, I assure you. I've
tCdIly UCCu IuOu5uLluI.
From up the canyon came the sound
of a putting locomotive that presently
steamed by them with it's three dingy
little coaches, and, after a stop for
water and the throwing of switch,
pushed back to connect with the Shep-
ter car.
The others of the party crowded out
on to the rear platform as Percival
helped Miss Milbrey up the steps.
Uncle Peter had evidently been chat
ting with Shepler, for as they came out
the old man was saying: "'Get action
is my motto. Do things. Don't fritz
ter. Be something and be it good and
hard. Get action early and often"
Shepler nodded. But men like us
are apt to be unreasonable with the
young. We expect them to have their
own vigor and our wisdom, and the
lnfrmities of neither"
The good-bys were hastily said, and
the little train ratified down the can
yon. Miss Milbrey stood in the door
of the car, and Percival watched her
while the glistening rails that seemed
to be pushing her away narrowed in
perspective. Sne stood motionless and
lnscrutable to the last, but still look
Ing steadily toward him--almost visit
fully, it seemed to him once.
WELL" he said, cheerfully, to Uncle
Peter.
/ "You know, son, don't like to cuss,
but except one or two of them folks
ID sooner live in the middle kittle of
hell than in the place that turns 'em
put They rifle me-that talk about
people in the humber walks of life
of course l am humble, but then, son,
if you come right down to it, as the
teller said, amt so damned humble!