The Mena weekly star., 1909-08-12

m all its splendor after an absence of five days. There was no longer an excuse fo. Brent Lawrence remaining in the miner s home He stood on the steps with his gloves in his hand The house. hold was there to tell him goodbye. The miner was to take him over to the sta tion in the trap.
 He had kissed Blossom, had patted Brave s sleek head Had shaken Jockos skinny paw and stood with the woman s slender fingers clasped in his own. He stood on the step below her bringing her face on level with his. His blue eyes were looking searchingly into the brown ones. He was wondering if it was hard for her to say goodbye.
 Her voice was steady, her features composed She met his gaze fearlessly.
 Goodbye, Mir. Lawrence. We have certainly enjoyed your enforced visit and will entertain the hope of seeing you again, in the near future, unless in the constant whirl of business and pleasure you entirely forget your mountain friends. '
 "Thank you. I do not forget easily" Unconsciously, his fingers frightened about hers. He said nothing more. What could be sayi Looking into the sweet face, in nocent as that of her own baby girl he knew there was nothing more to say. He could not tell her that he was wishing that he might be able to forget. He dropped her hand and walked toward the gate where the miner was talking with one of the men who had just arrived from the direction of the mines.
 "No go today, pard." Mr. Sanders turned, with a smile to his guest You are in for another day, so you'd as we'll make the best of it.
 ''How's that9" Mir. Lawrence ad- vanced toward the two men. His heart beginning to beat rapidly.
 "Why, I thought we could make 1t over in the trap" the miner replied, but Giles says that the big bridge between here and the station is clear gene. We cannot cross. They are already building another. but we can't get over before tomorrow.
 "Reprievedl' Brent Lawrence almost shrieked the word aloud. In the joy or that moment he could have grasped the horny hand of Giles and wrung it in very gratitude. He only said quietly;
 "Is that so3"
 "While I sympathize with you, MT. Lawrence, am selfish enough to be glad. One day win not count in life time. We shall be so lonely when you are gone ,, The woman standing on the porch smiled as he returned to her side.
 feeling of disappointment, almost annoyance crept over him. The womans frankness gave evidence of an indifter- anee that hurt him. Yet he should be olad. Of course he was glad. It was onlv momentary thought. His manhood asserted itself. He breath ed fervent ''Thank God, she IS safe'
 n.Iife is full of disappontments' Mrs Sanders. Few dreams are ever real ;vea and even the few more often prove to be Dead Sea fruit. !"
 "I have passed the age of dreams oven if there were any thing in this par ron region to encourage one to indulge.
 70. the dreary, dreary moorland,
 n the barren, barren shore. v
 A shadow crossed her face. She turn ed from him with shiver.
 nI do not like Locksley Hall, ,' she said in dry hard tone.
 "Indeedl According to my Judg- ,,ort IoeksIey Hall is the brightest gem in Tennyson s crown of fame.
 She made no reply. The words Judge Latham had repeated, years before' were ringing in her ears.
 ,.As inc husband is the wife IS,
 Thou art mated with clown, And the grossness of his nature' :.
 yual have weight to drag thee down. (
 MT Sanders joined them on the porch. v,ha turned and entered the house.
 watching her Brent Lawrence wished .o had never seen her. Never seen herf To the unhappy man it seemed ,he,e naa eror been a time when he had nor r,oun her. He felt just then that there 'l, aa.,a never be time when he could for her He wished he had been per mitted nj, to go on his way and the sooner o's'N efNe nee to look glum, it can't be selped,' MT. Sanders laughed. . =, ss" 70 ,a and amuse yourself the best , you 's'.n san, - ,.s s'' ths books and music. Elba will play ,or s,r' you s and you can both sing The
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