The new South-news., 1909-01-16
BY ]. HORN an.

throncd on granite boulder. with
the Golden Red flaming an around
her and upon her fair Young head
Aud Eric ieiison. The bold. tali youth.
who had dared 10 risk his every hope
~ happiness in a stumbling declare
iiOn of devotion. stared up AT her iu
joyful amaxfment.
you love me. ne cried, you love
me, "a poor struggling Norwegian
farmer, aud you the daughter Of ~
millionaire and the most beautiful
Eiri w the wofldg' Yes" she an.
sworod in hcr deep. sweet voice, -
loso yuu." and smiling a little at bis
loyer-llke praise. she added whimsl-
rally. Wont you believe me. Ericg"
iio apfanr 10 hie feet and took her
boldly in hlH army.
"Ob, Marjorie. II seems too good io
be true" no whispered Il couid E0i
help speaking. hut never dared even
Ia my widest dreams to hope for
thir"
Gently releasing herself she looked
Mt her watch
Come. st ls time for mo 10 RETURN"
She said. Father ~ always angry "
keep him waiting for his breakfast
"Oh. ! am afraid I he'd forgotten
your father" hc said. blankiy.
There WAS very little doubt ns 10
what Mari0rioa father--whO knew
nothing OF these early meetings on
the "Saliof' while he WAS asleep ia
hcd-swould say when Eric formally
requested permission in marry his
only child. ~ came home suddenly
In the young man how prenostcfous
such a proposal would seem 20 the
father or hia love. lii4 beautiful Mar
foue. hoiross to thousands OF acres
of rich California pasture and over
million sheep. married TO an insig-
nifcRnt Norw egian farmer. who had
All his work cut out to make both
'nds meet Why, OF course. the
American would promptly kick him
out.
"Good-hy," said Eric disconaolato-
~, as they came near the little inn
which had the honor of shelicrlne
Marjorie and her wealthy father.
"ill come aud see your father direct
iy after breakfast"
"cood-by." soc answered "lll do
all | can 60 win him over frst. And
III make the coffee myself. 80 that Il
shall be just aa he likes IL. and see
that the eggs are not bottled ns hard
rs they We're 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 noic was mol.
nncholy grey. grey sky. grey granite
and grey hills tinged with steamy
mist and the famous Grey Wethers
OF Siddal Fiord--s group OF boulders
which. seen from a distance. bear u
marvellous resemblance to fock @.
grazing sheep--lookcd more aston
ishingly like real grey wcthers than
ever.
However. he pulled himself to
Eethcr and boldly asked TO see Mr.
Edward Peterson
The millionaire was awaiting hin,
walking up and down In the gardel
back OF the inn.
Marjorie has told me why yo
come he said hrnsquely by way @
greeting.
Look here. MIR. Petersen" he sal
conciliatingly, II know it must h
rather prcsumptuous to YOU. hut
can't help it--rcails | can't loy
Marjorie and she loves me. And W
can't help that now. can wee"
stN,A may a.. lnrl t..|.. L.. ,..o..... T..
you are not lacking in cheek. he sal
curtiv.
"rhe question. - Eric continued. Il
noring the snecr, lis what are yo
going TO do about it? Are YOU goin
10 forbid the match. or are YOU soin
10 let love have its wsyi"
II am going to forbid the match.
replied Mr.. Petersen, clenching h
fists detcrninoil,.
But whys" Eric asked. In the mo-
innocent. surprised tone In the worl,
IL love your daughter and she lov,
me. Why should you refuse Us pc
mission to marry"
"Confound you'" cried the Ame,
can ansrils. yon cannot possih
keep her In the style She has been a
customcd to-
II can make living. shan
starve her Wholesome fcod-n
your rich. indisestihle messes-ar
. little work wont hurt her"
Then the storm broke.
Get out,' Numbered the mi,lio
aIre. "Cet out before YOU are hun
never heard such impuience liz :