The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-07-12

learn. anyway, before you are married
with me, for it is my way to kiss ev-
eryDody a great deal"
Il Il don't believe it. Else way-that
night by the willow trees"
1 am sure / do not know. Probably
forgot: 1 am never bashful."
1 should not say SO, indeed!
Very good. 1t was a bad beginning
L made. but today is left, and tomor-
row.
The words touched a strain of mel
ancholy. the underlying fatalism bred
IN peasant generations. The girl
sighed.
God DEGREES. Mikol. This is dan
serous place; perhaps tomorrow will
not be-"
DO not worry 1 know those men.
Antan. my brother. is outside. and so
are many others and they will get US. -
When will they Gomez"
Soon, l expect. They have count
ed by now and found who is gone, even
III Malukas could not tell them about
you. They will b. here in an hour,
maybe in ten minutes"
Il am tired, tired. Waiting is hard
er for me because 1 am not used to the
Mines"
Lean upon me. then. 1 am tough
IKE a thick tree; you need not be
afraid"
After silence the girl caught her
breath In quick sob.
Talk; j am lonely"
Yes Tell me where did you live
when you were a child
"A little place. Two days from Viii
ma. And your"
In Kovno province. very far from
anywhere. When / was a little chap
my father had a dog. very fine fell
low. But he sold him. He sold him
with the sheep l could not sleep for
nights afterwards. wanting that dog
pack again. / was just a boy and
l loved him, and he thought 1 was
God"
Peasant to peasant spoke with the
sure appeal of a barren childhood
Maryte chung to him, yearning to give
comfort
know 1t was like my lamb. My
winter lamb. All, poor Mikol! When
we have house you shall get a dog
you shall get it the first thing of all,
and l will take care of it for you, and
IL Will grow and be yours like that
first one
Story followed upon story; one viii
lage Is much like another, but every
life has its little tricks of fortune
How your heart pounds when you
tell me those things." said Maryte at
last
Il never talked of those thoughts be-
fore"
Nor I. A child has a better time In
America, where our people are not so
poor. l like to listen, too; we must
have talked a long time, but il seems
short
You become tired. Maryte. Stand up
and move a little. The air is better at
the top. The stiffness will go out of
your knees with walking"
Slowly and with pains they paced the
tiny chamber. learning the distractions
only by touch.
THE water is run out of the ditch at
that end 1t is on the road. Did you
know that?"
Yes. / knew. The rock blocks 1t al
that side. and it keeps running in at
the upper end
will it-does IL drown us, Mike?
Even if you can swim, there is no.
where to CO."
NONSENSE The water would not fill
this place in a week. And long before
that we shall be out of here
The heavy time dragged on. No well
come sound of pick and sledge reached
the imprisoned pair. and MikOrs secret
hope grew less, although his words
were brave. His hurts, too, panied him
so that the mere endurance was a drain
upon his strength.
Fortunately, the violent conclusion of
the rock falls had driven the deadly
damp" outward before the chamber
was sealed up. Only enough of the car