The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-01-13
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LOVE WINS
OUT.
BY J. NORMAN.

High up on the "Salter" she sat,
fhroned on a granite boulder, with
the Golden Red flaming all around
her and upon her fair young head.
And Eric Leifson, the bold, tall youth,
who had dared to risk his every hope
of happiness in a stumbling declara-
tion of devotion, stared up at her in
Joyful amaZement.
"You love me, he cried, "you love
me, a poor struggling Norwegian
farmer, and you the daughter of a
millionaire and the most beautiful
girl in the world?" yes" she an
swered in her deep, sweet voice, -
love you," and smiling a little at his
Joyer-lke praise, she added whimsi-
eally, Wont You believe me, Eric?"
He sprang to his feet and took her
boldly in his arms.
"Oh, Marjorie, it seems too good to
be true" he whispered. II could not
help speaking, but never dared even
in my widest dreams to hope for
this
Gently releasing herself she locked
at her watch.
Come, it is time Tor me to return"
she said. "Father is always angry if
lkeap him waiting for his breakfast"
"Oh, l am AFRAID l had forgotten
your father" he said, blankly.
There was very little doubt as to
what Marlorie's father-who knew
nothing Of these early meetings on
the "Salter" while he was asleep in
bed-would say when Eric formally
requested permission to marry his
only child. 1t came home suddenly
In the young man how preposterous
such a proposal would seem to the
father Of his love. His beautiful Mar
5orie, heiress to thousands of acres
OF rich California pasture and over
million sheep, married to an insig-
nificant Norwegian farmer, who had
all his wor., cut out to make both
ends meet. Why, OF course, the
American would promptly kick him
out.
"Good-by," said Eric, disconsolate-
Iy, as they came near the little inn
which had the honor of sheltering
Marjorie and her wealthy father.
"I'll come and see your father direct
ly after breakfast"
"Good-by," she answered. an do
all l can to win him over first. And
All make the coffee myself. so that il
Shall be just as he likes it, and see
that the eggs are not boiled as hard
as they were yesterday. When dad
is in good humor, there is always
hope"
The scene was certainly not an in
spring one, the lover thought, as he
stood upon the threshold of the little
Inn. The prevailing note was a mel
ancholy grey, grey sky, grey granite
and grey hills tinged with steamy
mist and the famous Grey Wethers"
OF Siddal Fjord-a group of boulders
which, seen from distance, bear q
marvellous resemblance to a flock OF
grazing sheep--looked more aston
dshingly like real grey wethers than
ever.
However, he pulled himself to-
Bether and boldly asked to see Mr..
Edward Petersen.
The millionaire was awaiting him,
walking up and down in the garden
back. OF the inn.
Marjorie has told me why Won
come" he said brusquely by way of
greeting.
Look here, Mr.. Petersen" he said
eonciliatingly, II know it must be
yather presumptuous to you, but ]
cant help it-really I can't. l love
Marjorie and she loves me- And we
can't help that now, can weo"
You may be lacking in money, but
you are not lacking in cheek" he said
eurtly.
"The question" Eric continued, ig.
noring the sneer, "is what are you
going to do about it? Are you going
10 forbid the match, or are you going
10 let love have it's way?"
Il am going to forbid the match
replied Mr.. Petersen, clenching his
fs's Gsterminsdly.
".3us why?" Eric asked. in the most
jnnocsnt. surprised tone in the world
Il love ,olr daughter and she loves
me- Why should rol refuse us per
mission to marry"
"Confound you!" cried the Ameri
ean angrily, you cannot possibl!
keep her in the style she has been ac
eustomed to-"
II can make living. l shan
starve her. Wholesome food-no
your rich, indigestible messes-ant
little work won't hurt her,"
Then the storm broke.
''Get out!" thundered the million
aire. Get out before you are hurt
] never heard such impudence in al
my life"