The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-12

in en- ct ez mine. jest ez much ez this
rocker ez.''
SaIoam rose YEARLY. Tonight the
South Piece massacre was intolerable
/ to her, and her mother, now well
launched. would keep on for an hour
TN goin' up on the hill a piece TO
see the last of the sunset. I'll be back
soon"
On the hilltop, where a little whis-
pering wind stirred the grass by the
old road that wandered away in The
twilight to hidden. lonely farms, Sa-
| loan, in the crotch of the fence.
watched 'the cruising clouds where
ebbing day followed silver to the
west"
She made no movement when the
grasses rustled and a man came to
lean on the fence. The last pale bar of
light dimmed, darkness sifted down
over the hills, Saloam lifted her arms
above her head and let them sink back.
''Oh, Ambrose. I'm so tired" 1t was
her only greeting.
The man smiled, and his keen. strong
featured face lighted pleasantly.
Ye leave off teachin' them pesky
young ones over ter Pond Meader an
come live long O. me an We won't be
tired out no more" He spoke in a
mellow drawl.
"Mother'n never in the world let me
marry Treadway that's got our South
Piece"
''Ye don't view ct tibet father cheated
We out O. tibet land" coOlly.
If l did. would l talk with you one
minute?'' flashed the girl.
I'VE marry me, an I'll give We tn
South Piece for a bridal present. ThetIl
fix yer mother complete
"Oh, Ambrose don't I'm not =
maybe l don't care enough for you
why not?"
The girls look fluttered over the dark
ened pastures, then back to his COM
polling eyes. IT'S terribly silly. all
girls are sometimes, and mother, she
thinks I'm wOrse'n common. I've -
I've got an IDEAL"
The old boy! It's tibet new min
lister over ter Pond Meaderi'
Him! That white-faced. thin--why
| he couldn't drive one of your colts
round this lot"
Ambrose laughed the comfortable toll
Grafton of big man for little one
He amt got no call ter, l guess
He's dreadful poplar over ter tn
Meader. Yer cousin Emily Speary was
teliin' me only yesterday he he'd movin
ways
HE don't move me. It's not any
real man, Ambrose; it's just one I've
made up in my head
Now 1t was the man who looked
away. Il know, dear" his voice was
very low; hes more educated than
| be, an he's got prettier ways o. doin
things, an he amt so kind o stodgy
bout sayin' out his feelin's. l amt
no ways worthy o We; I don't need ter
be told tibet. But he can't love We
no more'n do, honey. an always will
an he can't try no harder ter be good
ter ye an ter take care o. We an make
We happy" His voice failed at the end
SalOam's heart gave a great beat. Her
lover had never before humbled him
self to her. An impulse was upon her
TO throw her arms about him and com
fort him. IF ] ever do-care, who &c
you think it will be-" She was gay to
lift the strain 1T will be because
you understand things"
Things means you-dont II, DEAR?
You don't think me queer?"
The mans eyes held humor as well
as tenderness. Il think ye're pretty
nice"
You're not queer Ambrose: I'd hate
you if you were. Your paintings done
| on time, and you plant the kind OF
| things you ought. and your farms
| thriving. and all the men come to you
for advice, and everyone respects you
Oh. you're just like smart, good folks
everywhere" helplessly struggling with
definitions, but I was born different
| from other folks. I guess. Mother says
I'm queer every day she lives. and
Grandmother Judd and Emily, and, oh
everyone, Sometimes | think I'd full
as leaf they'd say 1 was slack-or-
wicked"
How queer" He was watching the
color surge and ebb in her soft cheeks
her big eyes burn and glow.
las if you didn't know, / don't
want to do things other folks do. and
l think up things they'd never want TO-
And sometimes I'm just so glad I'm
alive ] want 10 run and sing, and
maybe there amt the smallest reason
for it, 'cept just the suns come out
bright or I've found a whole bed O.
wind flowers; and then I'll be down
and discouraged. and no sense for that
either. I try to make folks under
stand, but, my country! I can't under
stand myself, and 1t amt any wonder
| they DON'T
As she talked she laid hold of his
| arm with her eager little hands. Am
! brose slipped them quietly down into
his. She did not notice.
Il amt goin' ter dispute your mother
nor the elder. neither. Ye're ez queer ca
Winkin' Abel or Samnie Bramble over
ter tn poor farm, but ye please me
clear through
Saloam laughed sweetly. Then heI
eyes clouded. What was he really, this
big, good humored man ST. Tad known
all her life, whose eyes seemed always
full of some secret joke and whose
easy going vQze could uttss such SHARP
truths? She was happy whenever she