The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-09-17

the prophecy. She drew long breath
OF relief that she was free from the
world OF the prophet and out In the
world Of real things. She exulted In
her freedom. Had she not surrendered
all her things. all her friends and az
sociates, her successes. with joyous
content In her strength? Was she not
stronger than most women, and was
she not approaching love with tri-
umph Of soul?
She was vibrant as she sat there
and remembered how the struggle had
nrst begun; on board ship, when he
had touched her hand as 1t lay on the
rail, when they had looked into the
darkness of the night over the dark
ness OF the sea. She had swayed to-
ward him and kissed him, and then
caught snatches Of his incoherent love
words. She was singer that had
won, woman whose name was be-
fore the people of two continents. He
knew that, and had asked nothing of
her beyond the moment. It would not
be right to ask her love, he had said.
And the letters he had written from
his field of duty asked nothing of her.
though they were full of his loneli-
ness. He wrote Of the plains, Of the
silence out there, Of his willingness
to live alone If she would only let him
hear from her now and then. In
words he had never asked her to come
to him; but she was sure of his de-
SIRE
Mountains and valleys and prairies,
she had seen before; the plains she
had never seen. She waited for them
impatiently, and in the morning, when
she saw them luminous in the dawn,
full OF mystery, stretching away as
Tar as sea stretches, she lay quiet
In her berth and watched the colors
spread toward her from the horizon.
All day she watched the colors-they
made song for her; they were full
OF motion. She saw herself riding
horseback through the heliotrope haze
toward the distant, dim-lined noun
tains. She saw purple smoke rising
from her own tent that lay shining in
the midst Of the color.
At sunset her breath came faster,
she sang to herself in the rhythm of
the wheels that rushed on to the des-
tination. She pictured morning ride
to the camp, and the surprise of the
man who had been so lonely. She
planned that they should be married
at sunset.
The beauty of the hotel, built like
| an old Spanish mission, surprised her.
| The Spanish colors of the sky hung
beyond the other end of the plaza like
banner. Before she had left the
train she had noticed these things.
| And when she had come down to the
dining room, and the sky had become
a purple curtain, she fastened her
dinner so that she might sit out of
doors and make for herself a new
vision of the tent on the plains.
| Just as the waiter put a salad be-
fore her she heard voice outside the
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was his voice! It was the voice that
had called her into new life, the
voice that had Weakened the primeval
woman in her and had seemed more
to her than the music of applause or
the sound of an orchestra. There was
the same power in it that she had felt
before.
To the surprise of the waiter, she
started to rise from the table. But
| the words reached her-words of q
question; and the answer came in
| woman's low love laugh, laugh with
| truth in it, of surprised contentment
and belief She might have doubted
the question; the laugh with the girl
ish note in it-that she could not
doubt And all the long time when
she was trying to eat her salad she
had to hear his voice from behind the
gently moving curtains.
When the waiter came with her cof-
fee, she looked into his eyes, queer.
dumb look 1t was, that belied the rich
ness Of her voice. when does the
first train for the east leave?" she
asked. "And where can I send tel
egram?''-Cassell's Saturday Journal.
RiRht-sfded Tongue.
From the observations made by
physiognomist it appears that the