Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1906-10-25

with the Joy or young lie. Ill hol
sure | didn't rather hopc--that they
were brother and sister. She had
very beautiful face"
''Why do you say she had?
But Ewell's eyes were fixed upon
something long way ahead. and ne
let my question go unanswered. Per-
haps he hadn't heard.
And. better than that, he went on,
"she had pluck and grit, and cared
no more for the rain and the WHO !
than / do. On the contrary, believe |
she took keen Joy in battling Win
them, head tucked down. arms swAnS,- |
ing. her dress clinging and show lGS
the grace of her. the lissomeness u
her. the young strength. Her lausn,
| too, oh, my dear fellow, what
laugh. | used to gurgle over my
paints as ii was borne, like bundle
of feathers. In the breeze. You know
the sound thrush makes sometimes,
when all is well with its world? A
series of limpid notes in quick success
sion-a little vollcy OF bell-like notes
rising in the scale? Heaven! how she
laughed But he wasn't her brother.
II didn't really matter. don't sup
pose. AZ any rate, he wasn't her
brother Like the one wise man alive,
he was engaged to be married to her,
poor devil / wouldn't ask who he
was-she was a minister's daughter,
Mary Torrance / was told all about
him later. A lawyer or something,
who didn't practice. by name Trent,
Richard Woiverton Trent, rich man,
poor devil!
He paused again, walking harder
than ever, having his eyes on the
, ground.
II watched them day after day.
could see they were very much In
love. Towards the end OF May q
SNOWFALL of excitement was thrown
into the village, and grew larger and
larger They were TO be married or
June the fifth by her father.
THE fifth of June came near.
wasn't painting well. In fact.
wasn't painting at ALL had one O
those absurd fits of depression or
me. You know, what? | heard M
was going away for the last fortnight
Some conventional idea of propriety
| take 1t. ! wouldn't have gone for al
those grandmother foolishnesse
rolled into one. Fourteen of the mos
| wonderful days a man can Nv
| wasted! Think of ii. However, n
| was going And the day before III
| last day a glorious storm came OF
! | had only seen one like 1t before.
had little yacht at that time, 70
painting purposes. 1t was blown OF
of the water and thrown in hundre
splinters on the nearest coast
landed among EN-, more by luck tina
Judgment | don't know how TreI
came to be on the cliffs in the midi
of the night Perhaps the devil OF
had got into his blood, as II AWAY
40 gets into mine, and made him go OF
oh and fight the storm as | always DO
nj THE wind is no respecter OF pc
20 sons. Ii must have caught him |
30 and bowled him over the cliff. The
was ledge 80 feet down. lie land'
nr. there"
We Alive. ! cried.
20 Dead. They say he cried MAJ
ct as he fell Whether that is roman
,ht or not, | don't know. At any raj
a. barely half an hour after he mu
have acknowledging by his watt
ais whlch hdu s'oppe" q.
,r, on the cliff above him, crouching
I'll YOU saw her crouching, calling to n
IN and cheering him, and telling him
have heard her several times, s:
"a ing all that she said that night ov
and over again--that she had hes
him call, that she had ordered sol
49,. fishermen to come with ropes. ID
- ling. | would come to you II l COZ
80 iump. But ] will talk all the I'll
80. till they come, so that 1t won't se'
H. so lonely for you. | love you--i l6
80 you Do you hear that, Dick? I
- winds so high / can't hear your
-, swer, but | know you have answer
- and what you said And when II
-. came with ropes, there she was, $
'.,,, chatting and laughing, on the edge
!, the cliff, clinging to the grass. I
knows why the wind allowed her
STAY there Perhaps He left 1T
power at that spot And she '
saying: i give in about the color
- the paper. 1Ou nave yOui biS
y. = shall like II because you like 1t.
der. lne VIM oa o..
:, Can you hear me-
-. Ewell moved suddenly on ag
''o II was several minutes before
.,ro spoke.
49, when she saw them she fain
,o,, ] was among them. / was only
p,ra in time to catch her as she was {
rou, ping over / carried her to her
~. theirs house Poor little brave he
80. how wet she was. Her father bu
him. And every night since the
fortnight now-she hears his "
,,,,a calling, and she goes and keeps
- company, saying the same things
- ways, until she suddenly remem'
- that he has been taken away"
What them
Then she gets up, and. on her
...,,, home passes through the churchy
"" ,oavinc a kies unon his grave"