Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1907-01-30

De warm enough WIN the scarlet COLL
cape about her shoulders; that she was
used to walking long distances; that
her boots were stoutly soled; and that
she didn't mind the sun in their faces.
The girl laughed at him.
"Your west is the breathingest
place." she said, as they crossed
foot bridge over the noisy little stream
and turned up the road II don't be-
lieve 1 ever drew full breath until
came to these attitudes"
Zone has to breathe more air here
there's less oxygen in it, and you must
breathe more to get your share, and
so after awhile one becomes robust.
Your cheeks are already glowing, and
we've hardly started. There, now,
there are your colors, SEE
Along the edge of the green pines
and spruce were lavender asters. A
little way in the woods they could see
the blue columbines and the mountain
phlox, pink and red.
There are your eyes and your
cheeks"
What dangerous character you'd
be if you were sent to match silks!"
On the dry barren slopes Of gravel
across the river, full in the suns glare,
grew the Spanish bayonet, with it's
spikes of creamy white flowers.
There I am, more nearly" she
pointed to them; they're ever so much
nearer my disposition. But about this
thin air; it must make men work hard
er for what comes easier back in our
country. Sc that they may become able
to do mo1e-more capable. am think
ing of your grandfather. You don't
know how much I admire him. He is
so stanch and strong and fresh.
There's more fire in him now than in
my father or Taunton Oldaker and I
dare say he's a score of years older
than either of them. I don't think you
quite appreciate what great old fell
low he isl
II admire Uncle Peter much more,
I'm sure, than he admires me. He's
afraid I'm not strong enough to admire
that eastern climate of yours-social
and moral
II suppose it's natural for you to
wish to go. You'd be bored here,
would you not? You couldn't stay I'M
these mountains and be such q man
as your grandfather. And yet there
ought to be so much to do here; it's
all so fresh and roomy and jolly!
Really, I've grown enthusiastic about
it,"
"Ah, but think of what there is in
the east-and you are there. To think
that for six months I've treasured
every little memory of you-such a
funny little lot as .ney were-to think
that this morning awoke thinking of
you, yet hardly hoping ever to see you,
and to think that for half the night
we had ridden so near each other in
sleep, and there was no sign or signal
or good omen. And then to think you
should burst upon me like some new
sunrise that the stupid astronomers
hadn't predicted.
"Yo4 see," he went on, after a mo-
ment, II don't ask what you think OF
me. You couldn't think anything
much as yet, but there's something
about this whole affair, our meeting
and all, that makes me think it's going
to be symmetrical in the end. I know
it won't end here. I'll tell lou one
way western men learn. They learn
not to be afraid to want things out of
their reach, and they believe devoutly
because they've proved it so often
that if you want thing hard enough
and keep wanting it, nothing can keep
it away from you"
A bell had been tinkling nearer and
nearer on the road ahead. Now a
heavy wagon, filled with sacks of ore,
came into view, drawn by four mules.
AS they stood aside to let it pass he
scanned her face for any sign it might
show, but he could see no more than
a look of interest for the brawny driver
of the wagon, shouting unsteady to
his straining team.
"You are. rather. inscrutable," he
said, as they resumed the road. Z, !.
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