The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1906-07-13
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A Tale Of the Third Generation
BY HARRY LEON WILSON
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Copyright, by Lotbrop Publishing Company.
CHAPTER V.-CoNTINUEp.

She turned and smiled into his eyes
with utter %frankness.
"At least you must be sure that I
like you; that l am very friendly; that
I want to know you better, and l want
you to know me better. You don't
know me at all, you know. You west
erners have another way, Of accepting
people too readily. 1t may work no
harm among yourselves, but perhaps
fasteners are a bit more perilous.
Sometimes, now, a very eastern per-
son doesn't even accept herself-him-
self-very trustingly; she-he-inds 1t
so hard to get acquainted with him
self"
The young man provided one Of
those ~silences of which a few discern
ing men are ~instinctively capable and
for which women thank them.
This roaG," she said. after a 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 a long vista of gray
and purple hills far and high. They
stood on a ridge of broken quartz and
gneiss, thrown up in a 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.
Il shall look forward to seeing you
and your mother and sister?--in
New York." she said, when they part
ed, land I am sure | shall have more
to say when we're better known to
each other"
"If 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 az home, l assure you. I've
really been thoughtful"
From up the canyon came the sound
O.? a putting locomotive hat presently
s;eamed by them with its three dingy
lil,le coaches, and. after a stop for
wster~ and the throwing Of a switch
p',shed back to connect with the Shep.
l,r car.
The others Of the party crowded out
hn to the rear platform as PercivaI
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: &c action
a.. -. r.-tt. NJ tLs,o, n4~tk FLA
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
'infirmities 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 hel
while the glistening rails that seemed
to be pushing her away narrowed In
perspective. Sne stood motionless anG
inscrutable to the last, but still look
ing steadily toward him-almost visit
fully. it seemed to him once.
We'll" he said, %cheerfully, to Uncle
Peter.
'You know, son, l don't like to cuss
but except one or two of them folks
I'd sooner live in the middle kittle O.
hell than in the place that turns ZEN
out. They rile 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 tn,
Teller said, ! amt so damned humble!