The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-11-05

zone thing remember. dear child"
said grayely, and that IS that love
blazes its own paths and cuts its owr
channels. II ii be written that you an
for me you viii marry me In good
time Love brooks no interference IL
his realm
Her cheeks stormed into color as
helped her to her feet
do you see this Lady Washington
she demanded. holding the pelargoni
um before NE. See, lay II IL the
hollow OF this little big tree. There ii
dirt IN the hollow. and the pelargoRi
I'm may grow. Coming again, l may
find that It has taken root. SO may
become your wife. The one is as pos
sible as the other"
So Muriel went back TO the east with /
her schemes OF philanthropy. and
stayed In my west TO dream and then /
to write. but I found that dreaming I
had grown to be a weary task when +
the most beauteous one OF them all /
was forbidden one. for / had lost
faith in my own brave avowal of loves
omnipotence.
Nearly a year had gone before l
visited the Big Tree grove again. I
went alone and took my solitary way
to the river where l had said goodby
TO my dream OF dreams. A furious
storm had wrought some havoc there.
Two or three Of the lesser trees had
fallen, and the swinging bridge had
been twisted and broken and thrown
upon the bank, while the swollen river
ragged angrily by it.
At last l turned away from my sad
retrospection. My eyes caught a
glimpse of blue In the distance, and
somehow l thought of duriers dress
as it looked on that other day when
she had not been kind. But Just then l
was joined by the guide. who was
! quite a friend OF mine. He had discov-
cred a new plant and was naturally
| quite enthusiastic over 1t, so 1 went
into the inner grove to view the dis
covery After | had left him l still
had q half hour before train time, so
| | went back to the broken bridge.
Again were my eyes caught by the
glimpse of blue, and l saw that wo-
man was kneeling before one of the
little big trees.
"'Each to her oak the bashful dryads
shrink" l murmured IF oaks could
have dryads, why not redwoods% /
asked myself. But when she turned
her head and looked at me l started to-
ward her.
"Murielp' 1 cried. yet still half be-
! 4ho+ n no Mt fTJl vt
But she sprang to her feet her white
face going pink and her tear wet eyes
holding a sweetness l had never seen
there before. She pointed toward the
hollow of the tree.
Look, Armand, the miracle of the
pelargoniumr
There, in the little sitting of dirt,
grew the Lady Washington, not very
sturdily, but still 1t had rooted and
was alive. Her words came back to
me:
"T might leave this flower here and
coming again. find that 1t had taker
root So might I become your wife
The one is as possible as the otherr "
; held out my arms. She hesitated
! and her color deepened.
Don't think me bold, Armand.
didn't come seeking you. My mothei
is not we'll, and l came with her.
came
"You came because the love god sen
you, sweetheart" l finished for her
Now. come the rest of the way to TIT
! arms which may never let you g
D again"
= Shy in her love, pulsing with life
j glowing with happiness, she came t
!, me. My dream came true.
THE east and the west are met to
I gether," I said. Now I think l ca,
+ write the book which will make tn
r world better"
Don't begin it just yet" she whis
7 pered, with her soft cheek agains
mine Let the world wait till 20
have loved me awhile"