Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1906-10-18

measure from floor to rafter, until
a solemn hush fell upon all. At this
moment America filled the threatening
gap, and turned the tide of sadness
which seemed setting in. Back in the
shadow she rocked to and fro, aud
with the squeak of her chair the only
accompaniment, she sang the old camp
meeting hymn, in a voice loud, but
tuneful:
"wrastls, Jacob, daylight's a-breakin'.
oh, wrastle, Jacob, l will not let thee 60"
CHAPTER w.
Toward the close of a raw day In
January there was a stir on board
the Cumberland was in sight! Gray
and green, the water of the two rivers
blended in a muddy torrent. At the
last bend in the Ohio they came in
sight of the flotilla. Moored on the
bank were the boats, and moving about
the shore the pilgrim voyagers. There
was a fiutter of handkerchiefs, and a
halloo of welcome as the newcomer
glided to a landing-place, and the tired
travellers stepped to shore.
Mrs. Blennerhasset's eyes sought but
one face in the crowd. Her husband
sat on a fallen tree in the background.
His companion, with whom he was in
earnest conversation, was a small, 1.-the
man, below the medium height, under
whose high, pointed forehead dark eyes
flashed with mesmeric power. These,
and the dilated nostrils, were the only
signs of excitement. His voice was
very low, his manner quiet, with move
ments restrained, except that he con-
stantly poked one long forefinger in mis-
listeners face. All the vehemence of
a strong soul seemed condensed in that
gesture.
A man approached and, bowling, said:
"Col. Burr, our party from the east
has come, and word has it that Mrs.
Blennerhasset is with them"
Harmon Blennerhasset rose with q
startled exclamation: my wife-here?
But that is not our boat!" And ne
rushed to the landing, where his wife
with her little sons and the others were
disembarking.
welcome, Mavourneen! And you,
Mrs. Creighton? And Lavender? Will
wonders never cease?"
In the midst of the hurried explana-
ton which followed, Col. Burr ap'
preached. He greeted the ladies with
a soft cordiality rather fitted to tne
drawing room than this river bank
where every lingering ray of sur
served but to illumine the embracing
waters, leaving the snow-pied bluffs on
| either side in dusky gloom.
The leader invited the newly arrived
voyagers to supper on his boat, and
the time passed delightfully."-; enlivened
by the seductive charm of his manner
and conversation. Winslow, too, was
q brilliant talker when the spirit
moved, and they, with the two elder
women, flashed wit and wisdom tc
which the others listened with an ad'
miring attention which was a gooc
fashion of the time.
Later, however, a current of sadnes!
lay underneath the gayety, and Laven
der slipped out, and up to the decl
alone.
The moon, low-hung and wan, like
dim torch lighted a wandering wracl
Of clouds. The quiet beauty Of tn
night, and the lullaby of waves rockin:
the anchored boat, soothed her-d's
PEELED her forebodings of the uncertain
morrow.
Pardon mel seem destined to dis
turb your reveries."
She smiled family at Winslow's ap
proach, but made nc, reply, and for
time they stood together in silence. HI
was conscious of her mood, with al in
stinctive delicacy commonly caliet
feminine, but which, when it exists a
all in men, is above that Of women
The power of Winslow's personalit.
lay in a happy adaptation, when he 81
pleased, to the moods of others.
1.-THE moon has un%sociably drawn be
hind that veil of cloud. Can't l TAX,
her place, and share your thoughts?
will be as silent as a confessor, if yo,
command"
"You are very kind, but for your Owl
sake do not open your ears to my bur
dens. Why, they are heavy for me-
and l am a woman!" she concluded
smiling.
"tn the name of my sex, I accept tn
inference"
He leaned against the BEATS edge
Watching her. Only her profile Shone
clear-cut against the background !
cloud-swept sky. Winslow was
lover Of beauty in the abstract; 1t
poetical value appealed to him, and |
was with an interest at once sepsuou
and impersonal that he studied the cir
before him. An almost classical cor
rectness of outline was given warmt
and tone by a subtle charm thu
seemed original with her. This charn
lay in the indefinable atmospheI
which enveloped her-gave her
unique personality. "She seems 9
much alive!" was his mental common
upon the girl whose thread of life la
become so closely and suddenly en
tangled with his own.
Meanwhile the object Of his thought
said: This has been a happy evening
but / am all the more sad now, realil
ing that it is our last glimpse of civil
lied society for many II long day. 70
morrow-ah! what will to-motrJ'
be?' Her voice broke, and WinsloN
fastened to say: when left tn
cabin Col. Burr and Mr.. Blennerhasse
we're in consultation with ycir mother
no doubt matters will be arranged a
% would wish. IL am only sorr
LL-HL .-I ..g,.a. o., 18th a., ,,,ith ,aC St