The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1909-05-27

remember. Rose, what you prom
ised me-" He turned and looked he,
full In the eyes. You can't break that
not IL o are my daughter"
She did not answer. She was look
Ing with far eyes out yer the range
which lay yelled and dim on the hori
ION.
CHAPTER XI.
Iona HELLER.
Even in the remotest mountain cabin
one may find comeIiness-roundness OF
figure, and lustre of eyes, and even
perfection of color and mould Of fea-
ture. But beauty is quite another
thing 1t is an atmosphere rather than
a contour and a color; it Is a subtle
blending Of all things together; and il
cumulative charm of a long line of fair
mothers and fairer daughters. The es-
sence of it eludes analysis; 1t is the
boquet of rare wine, indescribable and
indefinable. When one f1nds it in the
wilderness 1t whispers of old tragedy.
1t Is the full blown ~Jacqueminot among
the jungle thorns. There has been a
rude transplanting; there is a romance
to tell, though p~erchance it has been
forgotten.
No one could deny that Iona Heller
possessed beauty wild, barbaric type
VI pGttulS ptIlldpS, Yet Ollt llldI at
tracted attention instantly and held it
by a force that was little short of IN
canny. A single glance marked her as
an exotic, a child of the South, Of the
Latin lands-with cheeks Of pale olive,
with eyes such as only the daughters
of the Mediterranean ever possess, and
with hair abundant and soft and glis-
tening in its perfect blackness. With
the sun full upon it it was still an alb
solute black. The supple figure, 1.-THE
and cat-quick, the arms rounded for
the dance, for the fling Of the tarnbou-
rine or the ~castanets, the feet and limbs
light as the daughter Of Herodias, the
neck and head for toss and coquettish
~pose-every line and feature was of
this earth, a JOY to see, but Of the mo-
ment alone. A curious type for old
Poppy Miller's cabin in the Run, a type
clearly not evolved amid the Seven
Mountains.
No wonder that the valley folk. who
had caught only glimpses Of this girl,
whispered among themselves, and no
wonder that Tom Farthing, alive and
81, went home from the Run in a f1ut-
ter. He spent a day in searching for
a pretext for seeing her again, and he
found one.
1t would require tact. he unused, to
conquer her shyness. Doubtless he
would find difficulty in seeing her at
all: for she was wild as a forest crea-
ture. and as timid. But the evening
changed the face OF things. She had
not avoided him at all; she had been
self possessed n at her ease; and
there had been in her every attitude
and intOnatton the stateliness Of one
who is condescending graciously. He
was h mental and she the daughter
of the house. 1t mystifled him and
haunted him.. As he walked home
through the twilight he could think of
nothing else. How could a woman like
that live at Poppy Miller's, in thai
sQualid cabin?
That was the beginning OF visits. He
went almost every night. He carried her
water from the creek: he sawed her
wood; he walked with her in the twilight.
Then all In a moment she changed like
an April day. As by an impulse she
dropped her aloofness and reserve and
made a comrade of him. It took his
breath away. It sent him home power
less to Danish her from his thoughts.
He was as wax In her hands; he
changed with her every mood, and her
moods were infinite. Now ne was joy
GUS and confident-he could win her
yet, for she loved him, 1t must be: then
swiftly he would despair, for she was
Infinitely far away and he was but
an episode: then for a tense moment
he would feel ! one who awakes in
q grip that holds him rigid, fight as he
may-but 1t was only for the moment.
Once he found her dressed in a
strange. clinging costume Of yellow,
brilliant and glittering, her arms bare
to the shoulders, and her feet in curious
gypsy fashion. A dash OF color at the
crown, a sparkle Of beads at the throat
The could only stare at her.
Don't you like b dress?" she
called.
.But what is itg"
Just a dress. Sect" She sprane
up and spun around till the short skirt
stood out like a bell. You never saw
me dance. Look" She caught up G
tambourine-like thing with futterins
streamers, flung up her arms in Joyous
abandon, and glided and flashed and
spun. Her eyes were full upon him
They seemed unnaturally large and
brilliant, and always looking straigh,
into his. a ONE and she sank upon
the rock.
.Wonderfui! wonderful" no burst
out, strangely ~exhilarated. He could
not take his eyes from her.
But what kind OF q dance is It p. he
asked eagerly. What is it?..
Its just q dance"
but where could you have learned
II never learned 1t"
All. but you must"
TITS IN the blood. It's like breath
'The blood?-what do you mean,
What blood?" He leaned forward ii.
tensely.
see: here's another ARain he
watched the flash and or heI
bare arms, the twinkle OF her feet. the
elm swing Of her garments. The
seeTned beating In his throat. me
etreaymers hOAting and circllng abou1
ne head and throat and breast. 81