Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-07
As he did not answer, she raced him

As he did not answer, she raced him with crimsoning cheeks; then, reading his look, she suddenly threw her arms lbout his neck.
 Hugh" she cried, i've belong to each other now! There Is no one else to consider, is there? 1 want to be to you what I haven't been-to bear things with you and help you!'
 He kissed her eyes and hair. You have helped. you do help me, Jessica" he urged. But am jealous for your love. It must not be offended. The town of Smoky Mountain must not sneer-and 1t would sheer now"
 "L.et itv' she exclaimed resentfully. sAs if I would carev'
 "But would caro-" he said softly. ~ want to climb little higher first" She was silent moment, her fingers twisting the fallen leaves. You don't want them to know that am your wifey"
 Not yes-till I can see my way"
 She nodded and smiled, and the cloud lifted from her face. You must know best," she said. "This is what shall ds, then. l shall leave the san- ltsrium tomorrow. The people there are nothing to me, but the town of Smoky Mountain is yours, and I must be part of it too. am going to the Mountain Valley House. Mrs. Hallo- ran will take care of me" She sprang to her feet as she added, T shall go to see her about 1t now"
 He rose and walked with her through the bracken to the road. They came out to the driveway just below the trail that led to the Knob. The bank was high, and, leaping first, he held up his arms to her and lifted her lightly down. In the instant as she lay in his arms he bent and kissed her on the lips.
 Neither noted two figures walking together that at that moment rounded the bend of the road little way above. They were Tom Fielder and Dr. Brent. Both men saw the kiss and instinctive- ly drew back. The doctor noted now the telltale flush on his companions face.
 '.We have surprised romance he said as the two unconscious figures disappeared down the curving stretch. "Who is the man?"
 AHe is the one we have been talking about"
 Fielder nodded. His cabin is just below here on the hillside"
 Good Lordv' calculated the doctor. "What an internal pity! What's his name?'
 Hugh Stires."
 'sStires?' the other repeated. ''St ;? How oddv' He stood moment, tap ping his suit case with his stick, Sud denly he took the lawyers arm and led him into the sidepath.
 Come" he said, T want to show you something"
 He led the way quickly to the Knob, where he stopped. as much astonished as his companion, for he had known nothing of the statue. They read the words chiseled on its base. "The prod igal son." said Fielder.
 Now look at the name on the head stone" said the physician.
 Felder's glance lifted from the stone to peer through the screening bushes to the cabin on the shelf below and returned to the others face with quick comprehension. You think
 "Who could doubt it? I will arise and go unto my father The old mans whim to be buried here had a mean ing, after all. The statue is Miss Holmes work-nobody in Smoky Mountain could do it-and I've seen her modelling in clay at the sanitarium. What we saw just now is the key to what might have been pretty riddle if we had ever looked farther than our noses. It's case of a clever ras- cal and damnable propinquity. The < ward has fallen in love with the black sheep"