The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-03-26


acted like a CLEAN of sun upon me;
and her voice was like birds TILED
with the joy OF young life. I'm not
sure I didn't rather hope that they
were brother ANA sister. She bod
very beautiful face"
why do you say she had?''
But Ewells eyes we're fixed upon
something a long way ahead, and he
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 wind
than I do On the contrary, believe
she took keen JOY in battling with
them, head tucked down, arms swing
ing, her dress clinging and showing
the grace of her, the lissomeness OF
her, the young strength. Her laugh,
too! Oh, my dear fellow. what
laugh! | used to gurgle over my
paints as it was borne, like bundle
of feathers. in the breeze. You know
the sound a thrush makes sometimes,
when all is we'll with It's void? A
series of limpi1 notes in quick Succes-
sion--a little volcy Of bell-like notes
rising in the scale iplgen, how she
laughed! But he wasn't her brother.
1t didn't really matter. l don't sup
pose. At 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. l was told all about
him later. A lawyer, or something,
who didn't practice. By name Trent,
Richard Wolverton Trent, rich man,
poor dewitt
He paused again, walking harder
than ever having his eyes on the
ground.
Il watched them day after day.
could see they were very much in
love Towards the end of May a
SNOWFALL of excitement was thrown
into the village, and grew larger and
larger. They were to be married on
June the NTH by her father.
The Nth of June ca@e nsar. |
wasn't painting we'll. U faets /
wasn't paistsRS at all hsd a. VI
those ahss61 fits of dnprsssioA -
me. You AAow. what: I hsar4 BE
was going aNay for the lAst fortnaaAt.
Some conventional idea Of proprtSty,
| take it. wouldn't have gone for oil
those grandmother foolishnesses
rolled into one Fourteen of the most
wonderful days man can live
wasted! Think of it. However, he
was going And the day before his
last day glorious storm came on.
l had only seen one Ike 1t before
had little yacht at that time, for
painting purposes. 1t was blown out
of the water and thrown in hundred
splinters on the nearest coast.
landed among EN-, more by luck than
Judgment. l don't know how Trent
came to be on the cliffs in the middle
of the night. Perhaps the devil of 1t
had got into his blood, as it always
gets into mine, and made him go out
and tight the storm as | always do
THE wind is no respecter of per-
sons. 1t must have caught him up
and bowled him over the cliff There
was ledge 80 feet down. lie landed
there"
ALIVE" | cried
Dead. They say he cried Mary
as he fell Whether that is romance
or not, don't know At any rate,
barely half an hour after he must
have acknowledging by his watch,
which had stopped at 11:40-she was
on the cliff above him, crouching as
you saw her crouching, calling to him
and cheering him, and telling him
have heard her several times, say
ing all that she said that night over
and over again-that she had heard
him call, that she had ordered some
fishermen to come with ropes. Oar
ling, | would come to you if | could
jump But l will talk all the time
till they come, so that it won't seem
SO lonely for you | love you'll love
you. Do you hear that, Dick? The
winds so high / can't hear your an.
swer, but | know you have answered
and what you said And when they
came with rones. there she was, still
chatting and laughing, on the edge of
the cliff, clinging to the grass God
knows why the wind allowed her to
stay there. Perhaps He left it no
power at that spot And she was
saying | give in about the color of
the papec You shall have your green.
| shall like it because you like it. Is
she wind carrying my voice away?
Can YOU hear me?'"
Ewell moved suddenly on again.
1t was several minutes before he
spoke.
When she saw them she tainted.
was among them | was only just
in time to catch her as she was slim.
ping over. carried her to her ia
theirs house. Poor little brave heart
how wet she was, Her father buried
aim. And every night since then
Il fortnight now-she hears his voice
calling and she goes and keeps him
company, saying the same things al
ways, until she suddenly remembers
that he has been taken away"
What then?'.
Then she gets up, and, on her way
home. passes through the churchyard
leaving a kiss upon his grave"
she is not" hesitated.
Ewell glared at me- No. he said
roughly. She is saner than you or
1 CT any painter. Hers Is love. Just
dove"