Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-12-27
DECEMBER 81, 1908


doors. and then the mother showed
me one of the secret sources of her
strength. 1t was-just-yourself! She
was able to meet deaths call with a
song and a smile because she had you
to rely on"
II thought you were my friend" Cas-
kell protested you are cruel, man
horribly cruel!"
I'm thinking of your lassie. |
never told you what her mother said
to me that day, because there's never
been the need for it, But now [ think
you ought to know. 1t was simply
her confidence in your justice, your
strength and your love that made death
such a light thing to her. She felt
that her BARN was as safe with you
as with herself, that you'd always do
right"
1T am doing right" Gaskell rose and
faced his friend. His voice was heavy
sullen, and the fire had flickered out
of his rebellion. I'm this, as in all else,
I'm thinking only of my daughters
welfare"
"I thought it was your pride and the
name of the askells that hasn't been
stained for two hundred years, your
mind was set on"
know her own mind. She will soon get
over it,"
would her mother have got over the
loss of her man so easily? Is the love
of a Gaskell such very f1imsy thlngE
1t was clearly no use. There was no
getting away from Brisco, no getting
round him either. as many in the dales
had discoVered-some to their reproach,
and many to their joy. Gaskell faltered,
and finally sought refuge in compro-
mise.
"Well-suppose I allow the matter to
rest for awhile? AS I've already sug-
gested, Mary may not know her own
mind. couple of years should es-
tablish her inclinations one way or an
other There is no urgency; she
has me to look after her."
She'll not have you always.
You're growing into an old man.
After your day Whinscarth, of which
you are so proud, will pass to your
brothers son, and Mary will have to
seek a new home. If | had a
lassie I'd want to see her settled, and
know the man of her choice. before L
left her"
would you give her to a man from
the sums, a street arab, one Whod
been glad of your sixpences for holding
your horses?"
Here Henry Gaskell felt that he had
secured a point, but Brisco's reply
robbed his words of all their sting.
"I'd like to give her to man who'd
done a bit of climbing. I'd be content
il he'd name as brightly polished as
the one Hugh Graham's made for him.
self"
Sunset and daydawn, a long, long
conversation between father fearful
of error and q girl who had promised
to wait, a letter to the fiery town on
the shores of the silvery Solway, then
sunset and daydawn again, and
meeting of lovers in the cleft beneath
the moorland ridge. There in the soli-
tude of the heathery wilds, with no
eyes looking on save those of the
timorous mountain sheep, they came
together again, Hugh Graham, the re-
jected, and Mary Gaskell, out of whose
life pride had almost driven joy.
You're a witch, dearest-a wonder
working witch" Hugh insisted, when
other words, which belong only to
themselves, had been spoken. II can't
understand 1.-THE miracle is too great
to be grasped; but it is all your doing.
No one else could have turned your IA
theirs nay into yea"
Laughingly, Mary shook her head,
and pronounced him guilty of error.
at isn't my doing at all. There's a
good fairy been at work--our fairy of
the fells-a fairy six feet high, with
gray hair and gray eyes-a fairy who
owns a big farm and thousands of
black-faced sheep. This is the fairy
who has talked to dad and shown him
the mistake he has made
Take me to him at once, sweet
heart, that I may thank him."
Father first, and then the fairy"
Mary promised. "At present he doesn't