The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-03-06

ways. II was her righteousness and
innocence that appealed 70 him. He
had como 10 betray. and Jet he could
not do Il He loved, and yet he hest
tated to go further. More education
and refinement more contact with the
world, and she would be woman to
be proud of, and yet there was her an
cestry the impossible in the environ
ments TINT had surrounded her for so
many years and must have their due
effects.
When man trusts a woman, he has
limits. When woman trusts a man.
she has none. She Is ready to give
her whole life to him. Arthur Grlggs
knew that be had won the maiden's
love, and II was for. him to make a
choice. Should he return and betray
the stills hidden away In Laurel Cove
and then disappear and be seen no.
more, or should he report that none ex-
listed and take away mountain bride
and the good will Of the lowly people?
Love carried the day. 1t was to the
credit OF human sentiment that 1t was
so. But before this determination was
reached the young man walked alone
on the mountains.~ No one followed
him this day. 1t was Sunday, and the
mountaineers We're smoking their pipes
AS they rested. Their suspicious had
been lu1led. They had kept their eyes
open and whispered among themselves
whispered and smiled On this day,
as he walked under the giant chest
nuts and made his way. through the
laurels, young Griggs came upon
man. The revenue force had grown
impatient with his dilatory tactics and
had sent an emissary to see and ques-
ton him. The two talked for half an
hour as they leaned against the trunk
of a great tree at the edge OF thicket.
When they separated, the revenue man
knew that nothing further could be ex-
pected from the spy. he had shut his
eyes to all but the song of'love. 1t had
been useless to talk to him of duty.
BE had come as spy, but had sold
the government out. -.
After the talk Griggs walked away a
few rods and sat doyn on rock from
which he could see far down the side
of the grim old mountain. he could
count the cabins of the mountaineers
scattered about, and he could look
down into Beaver Cove and Halfway
Cove and Halpin's Hamlet. 1t was a
day of peace. with the smoke ascend
ing as straight rs an arrow and the
birds singing and the squirrels chatter
ing about him. He felt good. There
was burden of his mind and joy in
his heart now that he had made his de-
cision. In the evening he would see
Tilda and tell her that he loved her.
In the evening he would see her father
and ask her hand in marriage. He
was smiling as his eyes roved over the
landscape beneath. him when step
caused him to turn his head.
"Tilda, you herer' he cried as he
sprang to his feet with the light Of
love in his eyes and his arms out,
stretched. 49,, -"
She drew herself, up and waved him
away.
But, Tilda, what is itT'
She was pale. and hard lines had
come into her face. The girl look was
searched for in vain. There was sur
fering in her eyes, but determination
in the compressed lips.
II was in the thicket when you talk
ed with that man-dad and l." she said
at last. Dad has gone for his rife to
shoot you like a dog. am here to tell
you to 60"
But If you heard us talking you
know that would not agree to what
the man wanted.
You came her as a spy. II you
hadn't fallen In love with me you
would have betrayed my own father.
In love with me! in love With a
revenue spy! Cor,
But listen, Tilda. II 1 came here
under false pretenses r.
I'VE are poor and humble" she in
terrupted as she drew her skirts away
from him. I'VE are plain and unedu-
Gated. We have nothing before us
nothing but this to look forward TO.
You are learned. and you may be rich
You have the whole world before you.
and you know how TO he happy, but
the meanest. lowest one among our
men is king beside you. Cor
He paused for ten seconds In hopes
to see her face soften. but 1t was like
stone. She motiened again, and he
went. In five minutes he was out of
sight down the side OF the mountain.
and rough old Abe Goodman was
standing over his weeping daughter
and saying to her in sympathetic tones:
Thar. thar, little one. don't cry.
The Lawd made women to bar crosses
and to stand trubble, and II you'll Jest
look up to him he'll bring you into
smooth waters and send along a Teller
Of a husband wuth forty HOSES and
kerridges"
A Little IndeHnfts.
A prominent New York lawyer saws
that in his earlier professional days be