The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1909-03-20

:BySWafter Prlehard Eaton,

secret OF creation or Just the lost dlgamma Some
how. they stood In that quiet Enclosure framing
Its green picture under the arch at either end Hol
listers lost hold on his own ideals began to come
back to him. And then he wondered what
thoughts were passing through the mind of the
girl beside him, for her face was growing more
troubled. Is
It's not fair, it's not fair It's not fair" she sud-
denly exclaimed, tinging out her hands, that some
folks should live in so much beauty! All those
books in there-the boys Join and read them and
smell the shrubs and look out this perfect court
and dream themselves into any mood. Blu, I, who
am trying to create moods too have to do.it in
roundings that are awful. - want to succeed; I
want to succeed I want to be- an artist, too! L
wish + we're dead!": ~ S'"
Come" said HOLSTER, I'VE will go up the canal,
far up into the country. Things will look differ
ent there" He beginning dimly to divine her
story. The girl for whom canoeing was evidently
new sport, climbed gingerly down upon the cush-
Ions. HOLSTER threw off his coat rolled up his
sleeves over arms so white that he felt ashamed,
dipped his paddle in astern and the boat moved up
the canal in the still summer SUM- Neither of
them spoke With the feel Of a paddle in his
wrists, the his back the outdoors all around
him, the man was too full Of the renewed JOY of
physical existence. With every dig.of his blade
of the boat he felt if new blood were pumping
through him. The girl lay back, on the cushions,
half In exhaustion, half in delicious languor an
abandonment to repose, and watched the green
banks slip through half-closed lids
Low Bridget" cried Hollister presently AS
they ducked and shot under the cool shadow where
the dusty sunbeams filtered through the cracks
above, their eyes met He smiled at her reassur-
ingly, and, leaning forward, touched her hand.
Were getting farther and farther away from it,
he said. 49, a.: - -:
The canal ran placidly on for mile or two wild
ening above Mr.. Carnegie:s foolish" lake: The day
was windless,. the water still as a mirror~ Birds
sang in the trees on the bank; through the trees
on the distant hill the towers of Princeton began
to emerge. Once twiceethey lay up against tie
embankment while aglow canal boat was stowed
past Each time when: the yash: of the boat had
gone do WI, they moved on again. but ever more,
slowly for the lazy peaeeof the canal was work
tng,upon them. 1z>~s*@y.s :: :**.y > -:
=: Canals M N;
for me- said HOLSTER, once when was a very
little chap the train from our town ran along be-
side one, and used to wonder where all the barges
came from and where they went, just as George
moore says he used to Edo There is mystery
about canal->about this canal flor instance,
Where does it begin, where does it end? Who; dug
1t in the, long ago? 1t Seems ages old, part of
nature. of the landscapeR And like all canals,
though 1t leads from somewhere to somewhere
else' yet the water does not flow. It is still; and
quiet, like secret" ., -:
1T is the utterly psaeeful thing have ever
known; it is rest cure,r said the girl, and shut
her eyes.
BY and by they passed thse end Of Mr. carnegie's:
foolish lake and drew near l. little town The noon
ne hoaf oIid al
the depths of the sky so still the water was All
sounds had ceased, save the barking of distant
dog and the happy cry OF a chld. Before them
white rock barred their way To the left the lock-
keepers cottage, bright with new whitewash and
gay with red gerantun in "a pot beside the door,
looken down at its reflection in the black water
Just at that moment there was not soul in sight,
and from the steeple thin and faint, drifted down
the sound of bell, tolling twelve
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